And the hunt begins...

I'm off to a rather slow start. Last night I resolved that this morning would be Day 1 of my mission, yet I spent quite a bit of time pottering around the newsagency trying to decide which magazines to buy, and then chatting with the man at the newsagency about how Scifinow is such a brilliant magazine yet we always feel too embarrassed to read it in public. Cool life, I know. You're jealous, I can tell. It's alright, next time you see me you can borrow one of my numerous editions and hide it inside your french Vogue on the train.

Anyway, I'm off track, as per usual. But yes, job hunting. It's a fun time, isn't it? Almost as fun as that time I tripped over in the backyard, hit my head against a rock, starting bleeding, and caused my delightful brother to burst into paroxyms of uncontainable hysterics. Well, it was fun for him I'm sure.

Enough whining for today though.

I though I'd do a sort of, semi-movie-review-semi-ramble-semi-gush-about-Woody-Allen, sound good?

The other night, for a uni assignment which I tailored perfectly to suit my film watching requirements in life, I sat down to watch Manhattan (1979).
First of all, impeccable cinematic vision. The interspersed sharp, black and white montages of the Manhattan skyline can't help but evoke in you an unknown lifelong dream of living in New York, yet there is a sly tongue-in-cheek feel about the whole thing, as down below in the midst of the dreamy cityscape some fucked up people are living some fucked up lives.

Isaac (Woody, my love) is dating a 17 yr old played by Mariel Hemingway. Can I just say, statutory rape anybody? But no, seriously, it actually really works.
After Isaac's misshapen yet lovely adventures with Diane Keaton and his hilarious fights with his lesbian ex wife Meryl Streep, he seemed to me like an overgrown child with an unusually sharp wit. So, his relationship with a young girl didn't seem so wrong. Not that this was the point of the film at all I don't think. I just had to say it.

Anyway, I think in this film Allen really achieved being truly funny without any actual jokes, vulgar yet kind of humourous comments, or overly obvious hints that this is the moment we should be laughing. Loved it. LOVED IT. My obsession with Woody is still going strong.

Speaking of uni assignments, I still need to finish that particular one. I'd better knuckle down soon.
But before then, a picture, just because;



















Mad glasses.

To blog, or not to blog.

I honestly despise blogging. I have had various blogs in the past - some of which (to my horror) still exist - but they have all eventually either been left unkept or stuck in a perpetual hormonal whinge. In an attemptearlier today to start a blog on wordpress, I was kindly informed by the handy dandy learn-how-to-use-wordpress-because-it's-ridiculously-confusing guide that the best blogs have purpose. It then, however, proceeded to tell me to brainstorm blog ideas on a napkin, but unfortunately for wordpress I didn't have a napkin lying around, and therefore gave up on the whole thing. My mum then tells me 'Write about what you like!'. I like a lot of things. I like books. I like watching people inconspicuously on public transport. I like the smell of permanent markers. Helpful, mum. I'm sure the world is desperate to hear about how I sometimes inhale toxic fumes because it smells sort of okay.

You know what else, digressing a tad here, but I feel the need to to say this. Blogging just seems to me a really self-indulgent thing to do. And not self-indulgent in the way I scoffed down that smiley faced cupcake earlier today but more along the lines of 'Hey guys. Look at my life and things that I do and say because I'm really important and kind of pretentious in that I really like the sound of my own voice/the way letters come up on the screen when I press buttons. Because I'm superb at pressing buttons.'

But, here is my dilemma. I am actually required to keep multiple blogs for my uni course, and being a bit of a anti-blogging vigilante, this naturally made me want to vomit. Anyway, I figured I should start keeping a normal, non-important, non-uni-related, and non-read by anyone but me blog before embarking on writing ones that other people will read and proceed to poke their eyes out over.

Within the confines of this wild, un-purposed blog, expect to have your mind blown. Not really. I'll probably just write about books that I read, movies that I watch, music that I like, food that I eat and some stuff that I do. All very mundane and probably very poorly written.