So, I just watched Speed Racer. You know, I used to watch the cartoon when i was younger and boy, did I get hit with nostalgia. I mean Whoooo! It's Speed Racer man! I liked the movie, it wasn't one of those WHOA! Blow me away! movies but it was nice. It felt like a cartoon and that's what I really liked about it. If it didn't have that cartoony feel, I guess it wouldn't have struck home. Acting wise, nobody really shone, it was okay, reasonable acting, believable...
Psychedelic is the one word description for the movie and boy does it make you feel high. there's something about psychedelic colours fused with techno-ised orchestra music that pumps the adrenaline. Or it could just be me...I am weird with how my body reacts to certain things The story was fine I guess, one of those run-of-the-mill hollywood storylines...kinda reminded me of a chick flick, with that nice fuzzy feeling you get when everything is happy. I think Christina Ricci has the most beautiful eyes...seriously they're huge, and they don't look bulbous.

Anyway, it was better than Iron man. For one, that movie almost made me fall asleep. Sure, Robert Downey Jr. was great! I mean, he personified Tony Stark. Action sequences were cool and all, but there's something inherently boring in watching someone build a robot, have it destroyed and then build another one...hmm...it was riding too much on the Blockbuster ideal for me i guess, that's not to say Speed Racer wasn't, it did, almost as much as Iron Man, but there was something else too.

Now, you might be wondering why I am writing all this...well, I haven't really been able to write recently...I don't know why. But I heard somewhere...was it in a movie or a book or some random place that writing a journal/diary was the way to keep the creative juices running...well, here I am trying it out. I guess my goal here is to start making these journals flow better. I notice they get kinda rigid sometimes. So onward with self improvement and journal writing

Books, now I have set myself an ultimatum to read as many books as possible before I leave the army. I never really read a lot of books, but I guess the passion was always there. I would pick up a book when I was a kid and read non-stop because they would pull me into their world. That is after all, the goal of a writer. It intrigues me, this ability to transform a world. But I don't know why I stopped, I just never read much. Even when I had to, I never really did. A'level Literature didn't force me to read the books I was supposed to read: Out of the three books I did for my closed book paper, I read 1...truthfully only one, even then more of a skim then a read. And out of the nine I did for the open book paper, I only read 3, of which one of them was also a skim. So now I'm gonna read. And I've gone and got classics and stuff all to be read. I've forgotten many of the really old books I read so, nevermind, they don't count and now the books read count is up to 20. The books to be read currently stands at 17 + 4 re-reads, and counting. Oh the mountain that stands before me...I'm gonna do English in University and I best get my reading glasses on if I'm gonna do well Cheer me on will you!

There is one book I have that I haven't added to the count because I don't think I will be able to finish it: We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. I trudged through Ten pages of this nonsense and I couldn't stand it. I actually started this reading marathon quite a while ago...this is what stopped it. It is so pompous and full of unnecessary fluff that I can't bear it. It's a bunch of letters from an estranged wife to an estranged husband about their demonic kid. But the letters are so fake. They are full of literary drivel that fluffs the letters up. I don't care how artistic the letter writer is, nobody writes about feeling precarious and follows it up with an entire paragraph of 'oh my house is precarious, my stairs don't have railings, precarious, everything is hanging, precarious' It's too forced and unnatural. Well, that's my opinion anyway. Glad to have that off my chest.

I just finished reading The Great Gatsby and Journey's End and I must say, these two books really are great. I don't know what possessed me not to read Journey's end when I had to for Literature but I regret it wholly. The Great Gatsby truly is the Greatest Love Story ever told. It was a little heavy in the beginning, with a lot of fairly convoluted sentences but slowly, mostly after you get used to the sentence structure, it blossoms into an amazing tale, full of intensely pleasurable images and metaphors. Journey's End is an amazing piece of drama and really does bring out the emotions very well, something I think would translate amazingly on stage.

Anyway, I'm reading Dante's Inferno now, although I was supposed to start on Swimming to Ithaca by Simon Mawer. I decided that I should read my classics first so, that has been pushed back. I just got The Inferno today

Anyway, enough of reviews and rants and stuff, I'm of to read. I doubt I'll be writing much, but I expect I'll come out of this alive and maybe, a better writer too



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