Je détèste ça!

Hateful? Moody? Spiteful? Perhaps. But lately, society has given me little reason to like it. A shamelessly two-faced university rectory, a shamelessly exploitive media, a shamelessly exposure-loving group of facebooking teenagers from my school, and a shamelessly lazy journalism student, Me.

Pardon my French, but it makes things sound better.

Mood: must I bother?

Song: currently see-sawing between Battles and Dionysos (tudo a ver! *eyeroll*)

Quote: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to rock and be rolled in return." A great twist to an over-mushy and over-used quote, which I heard in a jazz song which I can't quite remember...Louis Armstrong, I think...

Film: 2 Days in Paris - Julie Delpy's directorial debut. Comparisons with Before Sunrise/Before Sunset are inevitable, but this stands on its own for me for being less romantic and more realistic. I saw myself, and my relationship, in every scene.

Book: For Whom the Bell Tolls - Ernest Hemingway. Finally.

Where is all this hatred coming from (despite the relatively calm leisure choices one sees above), you may ask. Well, mostly from having to put up with week after week of v. frustrating student movement meetings that always end up in nothing getting done; week after week of newspapers and television going on and on and on about poor little Isabella, the five-year-old middle class girl who was oh-so-brutally murdered, presumably by her father and the evil stepmother, as if there were nothing more important going on in the world, and which needs more urgent reporting; week after week (ok, maybe not that much) of spoilt little popularity-seeking St. Paul's brats I've never even heard of sending me friend requests on Facebook to boost up their friend-count (the main reason I've avoided "relationship websites" for so bloody long!) because Facebook tells them they may know me through their already prepoterous connections - seriously people, nobody has 229 friends!!! And, finally, putting up with week after week of my lazy little self feeling sorry for herself for being a lazy, procrastinative brat who does nothing all day, moping around having her brain cells gradually diminished by watching television and stuffing her face every second she's not sleeping in class or teaching English to spoilt brats half-falling asleep, or getting pissed, or waiting stupidly for her boyfriend to call, like one of those idiot women whose lives revolve around men.

Oh well. Blogging makes me feel useful, for a change. Even though there's nothing useful about it. So, here goes. (Funny how I run out of things to say after ranting.)