r&j and p&p

Romeo and Juliet was much better the second time around, or at least the first half was (since I left early). Maybe the first time I saw it my expectations were too high? And now that I was all disappointed, it's better? Or maybe they just settled into their roles. Whatever reason, it was fabulous, and I am pleased I got to like it, because I do hate to see Shakespeare I don't like.
Also YAY for seeing many Bathhousians, I miss you guys so much...

And then Katt and I walked all the way from SSC to the Meridian 16 movie theater (sue me, the bus would make me late), and I still got there with at least five minutes to spare before previews, and Erin and I saw Pride and Prejudice, and it was wonderful. Delightful. I kid you not, I loved it. We were laughing out loud for an inordinately large portion of the film--and not because it was bad, because it was actually funny; Kiera Knightley is a lovely Elizabeth; the family is crazy-bizzare and pigs walk through the house; Bingley is a hilarious dork; Jane is adorable; and I'm not going to lie to you, Mr. Darcy is hot. (And somewhat more uncertain and vulnerable, via the camera's view, than Colin Firth's. It made it rather interesting.)
It's very different from the BBC series, but I like it; I like them both. Hmmm, yes. And now I want to see it again.

And then we came back to the dorms and made quesadillas and watched bad late night television and I didn't go to bed until four in the morning. And didn't get out of it until quarter to one. I feel like such a hedonist. Or, you know, college student. Whichever.

Lots of homework to get done today...no breaks for the bad girl. (Haha, I should never have three day weekends...no, scratch that, I always should. It's just that I'm seriously unproductive. But man are they fun....)

And I had really strange dreams this morning (though I know exactly where they came from). A seemingly random question: would it be easier, socially, to have a rite-of-passage deflowering, as a lot of weird fantasy novels have, where you are "taught" by some older more experienced person, or is it easier as we have it now, just on one's own? And should "easier" = "better" here?
(I know this is a weird question. It was in my dream. It's not my conscious fault.)

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The fog. Oh...the fog. This is glorious. I wasn't noticing, I had my head down over my reading like a good student, highlighter in hand, when I decided to make tea and looked up and grey thick mist was swathing the city in one large damp foggy embrace. The very nearest tall tower is all wreathed in it, half-visible; and I can't see any of the buildings past it. The rain is barely there, the tiniest drops floating down like minature snowflakes mostly melted, and everything is clear and open beneath a triumph of grey.
Oh, I don't want to be here doing work...I want to go outside, I want to go play, this is my weather, this is the best kind of weather there is. I want to be out in it....now.


And how appropriate that this music came on just as I looked up and went all gloriously happy about the fog. Too good.

...and now the mist has come even further in. From where I sit, there are no tall buildings left in this city, only fog, and trees, and low brick buildings and fire escapes, and fog, always fog.

third post, who cares?

One more thing I've decided about the house I want when I actually live in one: must be near church bells--really nice ones, like the ones you can sometimes hear near the Bathhouse, or the ones that occasionally come floating across campus. (That and cozy rooms, weird staircases, hidey holes, a good kitchen, lots of windows, and a lot of room for books.)