Hi everyone! I hope everyone had/is having/will have a great Monday!
And here’s a new cartoon! Instead of “A day in the life of…”, it is:
This is my real Thursday timetable. On Tuesdays my classes are a bit later and closer together, Wednesdays are unpredictable and usually consist of a lot of running around and on Fridays my classes are later, which is good because I actually have time to wake up, but it is also bad, because they are neverendingly long on a Friday afternoon. 😉 Oh, and on Mondays I don’t have class. Now you know why I post on Mondays. The secret? It isn’t actually to brighten up your week. (Well, maybe just a bit of that. :P) It’s because I’m at home. 🙂
In other news, I think I have finally found a font to use in my drawings! It’s the one I used in this cartoon. I’ve been using all kinds of fonts lately to try and find one that I can be consistent with. It needed to be a font that went well with everything, that I can use in all caps if I want and above all, one that has a decent * symbol. Yes, I’m so happy to have found the one at last! An added bonus is that this font looks a lot like my natural handwriting. Except that it is x100 times neater than my handwriting. Anything is neater than that! 😉
I hope you all have a great week! 😀
I’m so ridiculously tired right now. If I sit for too long, I fall asleep. This week has been too long. And it only gets worse after this. For the rest of the month, I have at least one assignment to hand in per week. And then at the end, the exams start. Yay. Things are always this crazy just before the end of a semester, because all the deadlines just start heaping up and everyone tries to fit everything in before term’s over. Oh, and of course every lecturer lives alone in their world. No other subjects or work exist. “Why can’t you do three assignments for me? It’s not as though you have anyone else to also give you three assignments, do you?” Bleh.
This has been my position for the past few weeks. Keeping my head down, scribbling as fast as possible. I usually end up working at the dining room table, because there are less distractions and the constant traffic past the table keeps me working, instead of dreaming, drawing or staring. Also, it is easier to work there than clear space on my desk. It’s kinda full… of stuff… not work.
My paranoia over assignments is not helping during this time, either. Every time we get written work back, I fear failure. This comes with me from school-days. I’m the kid who goes all wobbly-kneed when I spot the stack of assignments on the lecturer’s table. It doesn’t matter if I know the quality of writing I did, I still doubt it. I have only once failed an assignment and that was way back in first year. It doesn’t stop the paranoia. Tests? Oh yes, I’ve failed a few of those. Mainly French literature. I hardly ever knew what page we were on, much less what the story was about. Anyway, tests are much more salvageable if you fail them. They usually don’t count as much as assignments. So yes, what I meant to say was that I live in constant paranoia at the moment with this stream of assignments. Seriously, I hand in one of the little bastards and then go straight back to the library to start on the research for the next one. I’d rather write this amount of tests in the place of the written work to be honest. I hate analytical essays. All that quoting and referencing and comparing stuff drives me crazy.
Anyhow, I don’t really know why I just subjected you to my complaining over my work. I wouldn’t blame you if you just skipped over the above two paragraphs. Nobody is interested, probably. However I haven’t anything blog-worthy to say this week. I haven’t drawn anything and nothing except work has happened. But I feel guilty about not posting and stats have already fallen through rock-bottom a while back and I don’t like that much. So… what I’m going to do is…
I’m going to review The Hunger Games movie. Someone (hmm… no, I don’t know who it was anymore, sorry) suggested in the comments last time that I write what I thought about the movie. I’m calling it a review, but this is mostly my opinion. I’m not going to do all that fancy stuff with the technical details and the actors’ names. If you want to know, look it up. And there are going to be spoilers and spoilers of other movies and books*, because I can never talk about one movie without comparing it to other movies. Right. Everyone still awake? Here we go.
*Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Artemis Fowl and Mistborn, if you must know upfront.
Thoughts I had in the theatre (in approximate order):
- Why does someone have to sit in front of me!? You be stealin’ mah footrest! I can be very uncharitable about my footrest in theatres.
- Ooh, the score is beautiful. (I knew this beforehand, actually. Because I downloaded the score before seeing the movie.) James Newton Howard is a master.
- Hmm, District 12 does not look at all like I imagined it. Hmm.
- Aww, no drunk scene for Haymitch. That was hilarious in the book and I was disappointed not to see it.
- “Mahogany!” Hehehehe!
- Peeta is cute.
- Wow, the Capitol! Also, Cinna!! And his gold eyeliner!
- Girl on fire! Eep!
- Caesar Flickerman! (Have I spelled that right?) Oh my, my, my, my, what a treat. He was so exactly like I imagined him, so perfect, that I was quite overwhelmed. I couldn’t stop staring at this blue apparition. In fact, I was compelled to say “He looks like a huge, blue peacock on that stage!” Not loudly mind, I’m not that person who comments loudly in theatres.
- The fire dress! O-O
- Well, the training is fun to watch.
- Katniss, haven’t you got another top to wear?
- “Thank you for your consideration.” Hehehehe!
- Ah, finally it is starting.
- I really hate bees. Wasps. Tracker jackers. Whatever. This entire scene made me feel very queasy because I can’t stand swarms of buzzing insects.
- Rue! Eep!
And… and then all thoughts went out of my mind as Rue was hit by that spear.
The girl in front of me gasped so hard and started crying that I felt quite sorry for her. Obviously she did not see that one coming. I knew it was coming and it still hurt. I knew it before I read the book, in fact. Stupid internet. Spoiling that one for me. I had to be rather strict with myself not to join in the general teariness that was going on in that theatre. I never cry over movies or books.
Then came the scene of rebellion in District 11, one of my personal favourite moments. I’m a sucker for scenes like that…
I told myself, “Seriously Elana, you’re 20 years old and you’re crying about a picture on a screen. It’s not real.”
Then Katniss started crying. And I decided…
And I joined in.
That’s it, mostly, for my thoughts. After Rue’s death, I mostly stopped thinking and just sat staring. Though I have to say, I’m glad I was waiting for the muttation to appear when it did, because there was some more general screaming and gasping in the theatre when it did.
- I think they did a really great job with the cast. Everyone looked and acted more or less like described. I hate it when moviemakers take a character and, for example, change the hair colour all the way from brown to blond. I always want to ask, “So, why was hair dye invented?” I’m glad it didn’t happen in this movie.
- I really loved how we got to see the Games Room, or whatever it is called. And also the other districts.
- At first I didn’t like how they portrayed Haymitch and then he got kind of endearing.
- Have I said yet that Rue’s death now falls under my category of “Most Painful Partings In Movies”? It now joins the ranks of the deaths of Dobby (In Harry Potter 7), Dumbledore (Harry Potter 6), Root (Artemis Fowl and the Opal Deception), Kelsier (Mistborn 1), and the ending of Lord of the Rings. I tear up every time I see Sam’s face there at the Grey Havens. It never gets any less tragic.
So, in conclusion, I really liked The Hunger Games movie. I couldn’t find anything that seriously bothered me in the adaption and that is quite rare for me. It was a treat mostly and Jennifer Lawrence made a great Katniss.
Aaaaaaaaand… now my words are all used up. Now for a nap… sleep and perchance to dream. (Shakespeare is probably turning in his grave over that mangled quote.)