Blogger dun stole my entry,.
Arg. From now on, the rule for blogging on this computer will be to save my entry after every paragraph. I HATE losing significant entries. HAaaAATE!
Okay. As I had typed in before…I’m surprised I’m still alive at this point, considering I managed a whole two hours of sleep and then drove for a great portion of today. So…beware poor grammar/typing. I mean, more-so than usual, please.
Right. So last night (after being yelled at and procrastinating but still managing to get a few things organized) around 11:15, I wandered over to JaMeg’s, from which point we proceeded to University Cinemas to see PoA. Two words: SOOoooo GOOD! I don’t think I can give my whole spiel about the movie, because of time-constraints and whatnot, but on NPR Morning Edition, I heard a review which captured my main thoughts about the movie. What made it so great was Alfonso Cuaron (director). Don’t get me wrong, being the fangirl I am, I thoroughly enjoyed the first two HP movies as they were. However, there was definitely an element of the actual plot of PoA that Cuaron managed to capture amazingly well (particularly the last hour. oh my god), without involving a lot of sometimes distracting CG and silliness (not saying there was none of that though. There was a notable lack of CGs in places where there definitely could have been). Cuaron managed to move into a more serious manner of filming right at the point where the character of the books changes, too (not that PoA is dark compared to books 4 and 5, but it’s definitely a bit more dark of a read than its predecessors). I simply enjoyed the style, timing, and art of the movie. Yay, Cuaron!
Other than that, I have to say that I’ve always appreciated the cast for the HP movies, but this one just had me giddy. Gary Oldman. Great actor. Gary Oldman as Sirius Black. My fangirl heart is swollen. I honestly loved as little as the flyers for Sirius Black, where he’s laughing maniacally from Azkaban. I think my favorite for this movie was David Thewlis, who I recognized from the ’94 Caroline Thompson production of Black Beauty, as well as some other films. His voice and facial-hair threw me off at first, but after I got used to that, I was loving it. He was perfect for Lupin, in nearly every respect. Ahaha, I have to say I loved the part where Hermione kicks Malfoy’s ass. I loved the Hippogriff. I loved the part where Jamie turned to Megan and said “I really do look like Malfoy…”
Okay. So I got home around 2:30, knowing full-well that my mother and I had made a sudden and urgent decision to drive to Iowa City in order to have my bow reheared. I was fully prepared to get up at 6 and be in a car for three hours. But I couldn’t sleep. Not a wink. I was too awake. Too aware of everything. Too conscious of everything going on around me in the world. So what did I do? I started my Koucha Ouji fanfic. I have to say, this being the first real fiction work of writing I’ve done in probably four years (not counting the 11 or so pages I got with NaNoWriMo), things are going very smoothly. Not only am I not worried about it being in English (instead of Japanese), enjoying it, but I know exactly where I’m going with it. I know the main picture of the thing and how I want it. I just hope I can consistently remember to add to it.
I ended up probably getting around 2 hours of sleep. I was alright with this. I mean, I’ve been used to not getting more than 5 hours of sleep a night since about April, and my sleep-schedule has been weird lately. And of course, I had the three hour drive to IC both ways to sleep, or so I would have preferred. I think over the years, I’ve come to feel insecure trying to sleep in moving vehicles. I can’t remember the last time I’ve napped for more than 10 minutes in a moving car. Every band/orchestra trip I’ve taken has been made hell by this, just because sitting, conscious for 18 hours or more in a cramped bus is not the most pleasant of experiences. In any case, I was feeling fine for most of the day.
Anyway, we get to Iowa City, drop my bow off at Reck’s, and proceed to go shopping for a bit. And…okay. I’m never very much of a girl, in the sense of clothes, especially. But I must comment that I found the cooolest shirt in existence. Um, yeah. After meandering around Coral Ridge for a while, we drove to downtown Iowa City, were completely dumbfounded by the actual amount of people there, but managed to get to Eble Music Co. and spend a good hour scouring music, there. I like the three main guys who work there. I was vastly amused that apparently while we were just standing around inspecting sheet-music, Enaldo (XD kyaha) called, and they were like “yearrg, what does he want? he never called us back about that other thing he wanted. bleah.”
I just think I should take this opportunity to say that downtown Iowa City is the envy of all other small-city down-town areas. Really.
We were home by six. At which point…um…actually, I really don’t remember anything that’s happened between now and then. My dad bought a new Saab, for one thing. As I’ve heard him say twice now, he’s “died and gone to Saab heaven”. Speaking of Saab heaven, I’ll miss the old Saab. We had that thing for twelve years, and it had been around four years before we bought it, used.
Okay. Now things are starting to make less sense. When I say things, I mean everything. Words aren’t falling through or even connecting in my mind. I feel like I’ve been running for days, which I guess I have considering the lack of sleep thing. But at the same time, I’m feeling a lot more comfortable and refreshed than I was at any other given point within the last three or so weeks. I don’t know what it is. I think all the crazies are gone, now. I mean, all those save for the ones that just won’t go away. WHEEHEEEEE *dances around incoherently*
I’m so tired. So I’m going to go. Hopefully I’ll get to post while I’m in the Apostle Islands. If not, no big loss. I read my blog more than anybody else, anyway.