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Love Actually
Nov. 23rd, 2003 09:22 pmSunday is traditionally a day for sleeping late, reading the broadsheet supplements and watching Voyager repeats on Sky One. Don't correct me, I'm not wrong. Today has been untraditional. Not in the sleeping late respect - I got up even later than usual today, because I waited up for my parents last night and they got in at two - but in other respects.
I wanted to go to the cinema today. I was going to go avec mes amies on Friday, but that came to nothing, and then I was going to go this afternoon to the Plaza, but that worked out differently from expected, too. My parents actually agreed to come with me, to start with, and I wanted to ask Becca as well, so that all worked out nicely. The plan was for Becca to get here at twenty past two on the train, and then we'd pick her off and head to Southport. That was the plan. Becca said later that she reached the station just in time to see the train pull out. She was very angry. I was less angry when I got her text, thinking that if she got the next train, we wouldn't be late. So I waited. And waited. And waited some more.
And then it dawned on me that the trains only come every half an hour on a Sunday. At that point, I got rather annoyed and stamped my feet a lot. Becca arrived in rather flustered fashion five minutes before the film was due to start. The general consensus was we should go the next show.
So we did.
( Love Actually - cut for spoilers, not that I need to but nevermind )
I'm home now, feeling rather ill. I suppose I have to go to school tomorrow but I'd really rather not. I want to stay at home and curl up somewhere reading The Last Hero. It's the perfect book to read when you're ill, gentle and funny and with beautiful full-page pictures.
But I've got to go to school. Meh.
I wanted to go to the cinema today. I was going to go avec mes amies on Friday, but that came to nothing, and then I was going to go this afternoon to the Plaza, but that worked out differently from expected, too. My parents actually agreed to come with me, to start with, and I wanted to ask Becca as well, so that all worked out nicely. The plan was for Becca to get here at twenty past two on the train, and then we'd pick her off and head to Southport. That was the plan. Becca said later that she reached the station just in time to see the train pull out. She was very angry. I was less angry when I got her text, thinking that if she got the next train, we wouldn't be late. So I waited. And waited. And waited some more.
And then it dawned on me that the trains only come every half an hour on a Sunday. At that point, I got rather annoyed and stamped my feet a lot. Becca arrived in rather flustered fashion five minutes before the film was due to start. The general consensus was we should go the next show.
So we did.
( Love Actually - cut for spoilers, not that I need to but nevermind )
I'm home now, feeling rather ill. I suppose I have to go to school tomorrow but I'd really rather not. I want to stay at home and curl up somewhere reading The Last Hero. It's the perfect book to read when you're ill, gentle and funny and with beautiful full-page pictures.
But I've got to go to school. Meh.