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Jan. 16th, 2005 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raven[Wrote this last night, natch.]
I keep writing, you know. Make a mental note to backdate and keep on going, on and on. I sometimes feel only my death will put an end to this, or a similar, journal. Morbid but quite possible true.
I spent today pushing myself into revising. Not the desultory way in which I usually do so, but pushing myself, on and on, into acyl chlorides and aromatic amines and the dissociation constant of water; I feel that if I fail now, it will be my fault and really, no-one else's, because it's never anyone else's fault when you fail. Not in the habit of failing. Hence, revision.
I'd managed to revise myself into an organically-synthesised stupor when Colleen arrived. She was fresh from Homebase, and I was on another planet myself, but we settled down to conversation about sex-linked inheritance and the illegitimacy of the British royal family. We had graduated to diagrams and scientific notation by the time the others appeared.
Tonight's trip was for the sole purpose of my seeing Phantom of the Opera, but they were early and we sat around in my room for a while, making playlists. Hannah found the card from Leigh propped up on my desk and seemingly had the same double-take-moment as I have whenever I catch sight of it: Leigh, a girl I have never seen nor spoken to, wrote that in America and on the strength of some 1s and 0s, it has somehow appeared here, a tangible thing, where I can pick it up and look at it.
Once they had mauled my playlist and we had all expressed dismay at the lack of LJ, we went out. My parents called - they have something for me, apparently, and they say I will love it and it is wrappable, and oh my, they're actually getting into the swing of the birthday thing and this makes me happy - and we clambered into Ron and left. First to Tesco's, because Hannah is still on an Innocent smoothie kick, but we didn't find them. Hannah is ill - she left home early after throwing up everywhere, definitely not of the good - and this apparently brought out the moodswingy side of her. More on that anon.
McDonald's. Definitely not classy. Besides, the food is vaguely gross; I had a salad. Hannah had chicken nuggets and a milkshake, that was supposed to be chocolate but was actually vanilla; at least I thought so when I tried it. I used another straw. Colleen aimed for Hannah's straw. Somehow or other this erupted into a random bitchfest, with Clare and I watching on in amused bemusement.
The carping went on as we wandered down to the cinema (along the lines of "Bring it on, bitch!") and abated a tad while we bought tickets. The moodswing passed. Life was calm again. The film started.
I have seen the stage show of the Phantom of the Opera, some years ago now, and adored it thoroughly for the music, and to some extent the plot. The Phantom works as a sympathetic character before he starts killing people, and afterwards if you consider him as actually being insane, and I do like him as a character and think he's far cooler than Raoul. And Christine, with her dignity, is something else to like. I did not like the changes from the show - the constant flips back to 1919 were gratuitious and irritating, the scene at the circus was also slightly superfluous, and I can't have been the only person in the audience who went "wha-huh?" when the chandelier remained in place at the end of the first act. I think it could have stood trimming by half an hour or so, and the cemetery scene particularly could have gone.
But barring all my quibbles, it was lovely. The details, the opulence, and above all, the music. I adored the music when I saw it the first time and now I have an excuse to listen to it more often. I'd like a copy of the CD, I think, with the dialogue; it's more fun that way. The end of the film was my favourite part; the rose, with black ribbon, on the grave. Terribly romantic. Lovely.
The way back was without incident unless one counts my accidentally pushing my thumb into a chocolate truffle, which I don't. We came back here via Ormskirk, which involves winding, unlit country roads and darkness. The road opens out towards the bypass, lines of light in each direction delineating where the fields end, and by then we were listening to Music of the Night where the crescendo carries the song to a finish. I remember it.
I gave Clare coffee, but when Hannah fell asleep on my bedroom floor, it was time for them to go. It took a moment to wake her up and lead her downstairs, and when they'd gone the house seemed so empty.
More revision tomorrow.
I keep writing, you know. Make a mental note to backdate and keep on going, on and on. I sometimes feel only my death will put an end to this, or a similar, journal. Morbid but quite possible true.
I spent today pushing myself into revising. Not the desultory way in which I usually do so, but pushing myself, on and on, into acyl chlorides and aromatic amines and the dissociation constant of water; I feel that if I fail now, it will be my fault and really, no-one else's, because it's never anyone else's fault when you fail. Not in the habit of failing. Hence, revision.
I'd managed to revise myself into an organically-synthesised stupor when Colleen arrived. She was fresh from Homebase, and I was on another planet myself, but we settled down to conversation about sex-linked inheritance and the illegitimacy of the British royal family. We had graduated to diagrams and scientific notation by the time the others appeared.
Tonight's trip was for the sole purpose of my seeing Phantom of the Opera, but they were early and we sat around in my room for a while, making playlists. Hannah found the card from Leigh propped up on my desk and seemingly had the same double-take-moment as I have whenever I catch sight of it: Leigh, a girl I have never seen nor spoken to, wrote that in America and on the strength of some 1s and 0s, it has somehow appeared here, a tangible thing, where I can pick it up and look at it.
Once they had mauled my playlist and we had all expressed dismay at the lack of LJ, we went out. My parents called - they have something for me, apparently, and they say I will love it and it is wrappable, and oh my, they're actually getting into the swing of the birthday thing and this makes me happy - and we clambered into Ron and left. First to Tesco's, because Hannah is still on an Innocent smoothie kick, but we didn't find them. Hannah is ill - she left home early after throwing up everywhere, definitely not of the good - and this apparently brought out the moodswingy side of her. More on that anon.
McDonald's. Definitely not classy. Besides, the food is vaguely gross; I had a salad. Hannah had chicken nuggets and a milkshake, that was supposed to be chocolate but was actually vanilla; at least I thought so when I tried it. I used another straw. Colleen aimed for Hannah's straw. Somehow or other this erupted into a random bitchfest, with Clare and I watching on in amused bemusement.
The carping went on as we wandered down to the cinema (along the lines of "Bring it on, bitch!") and abated a tad while we bought tickets. The moodswing passed. Life was calm again. The film started.
I have seen the stage show of the Phantom of the Opera, some years ago now, and adored it thoroughly for the music, and to some extent the plot. The Phantom works as a sympathetic character before he starts killing people, and afterwards if you consider him as actually being insane, and I do like him as a character and think he's far cooler than Raoul. And Christine, with her dignity, is something else to like. I did not like the changes from the show - the constant flips back to 1919 were gratuitious and irritating, the scene at the circus was also slightly superfluous, and I can't have been the only person in the audience who went "wha-huh?" when the chandelier remained in place at the end of the first act. I think it could have stood trimming by half an hour or so, and the cemetery scene particularly could have gone.
But barring all my quibbles, it was lovely. The details, the opulence, and above all, the music. I adored the music when I saw it the first time and now I have an excuse to listen to it more often. I'd like a copy of the CD, I think, with the dialogue; it's more fun that way. The end of the film was my favourite part; the rose, with black ribbon, on the grave. Terribly romantic. Lovely.
The way back was without incident unless one counts my accidentally pushing my thumb into a chocolate truffle, which I don't. We came back here via Ormskirk, which involves winding, unlit country roads and darkness. The road opens out towards the bypass, lines of light in each direction delineating where the fields end, and by then we were listening to Music of the Night where the crescendo carries the song to a finish. I remember it.
I gave Clare coffee, but when Hannah fell asleep on my bedroom floor, it was time for them to go. It took a moment to wake her up and lead her downstairs, and when they'd gone the house seemed so empty.
More revision tomorrow.
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on 2005-01-16 09:33 pm (UTC)It was slashy and sad-
therefore fun. We'll divulge all on Monday :)