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Oct. 17th, 2010 07:54 pmMy weekend has been lovely and amazing and v. v. restful, for which I am grateful. I am determined to return to my Optimum Level of Health starting this week, and that means restarting the early wake-up calls to get in some exercise prior to work. I think just being able to go to the gym for three or four sessions between now and Friday would do me some good in regards to better regulating my eating. One of the problems is that I've become very self-conscious when going to this gym because 99% of the clientele are the super slim perk Manhattanites of whom I often find myself envious. But, yes, I will suck it up and work it out. Literally.
I found a longhand journal entry I'd written in February 2000, during my sophomore year. The issues I brought up then? Same things I'm dealing with now, sans bitching about Organic Chemistry. Joy. Funny bit? I bitched about my hand cramping up after writing a full paragraph. I don't think I've written that much longhand since.
Got tickets for Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake Halloween night, and I'm eager to see the performance. I was eyeing Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, but the clip of the performance on the website (to the song "Populism, Yea, Yea!") didn't exactly excite me. The press is pushing this one hard; surely the producers haven't paid *everyone* off and the show is enjoyable, right? I'm not sold right now.
On the reading front I tried to continue Patrick Ness's Knife of Chaos series by getting my hands on book two, The Ask and the Answer. "Tried" being the key word. I got three pages into a interrogation/torture scene before hitting critical mass and putting the book down. I think I'll be able to sit through the New Caprica portion of Battlestar Galactica again before I can trudge through the dreariness of Chaos. I'm supposed to be reading Thomas Kennedy's In the Company of Angels for a new book club I'd like to join, but that book isn't my usual cup of tea so it's slow going at the moment. I do have a week to finish up, though, so I should be okay.
Movie-wise I saw Red on Saturday. It was a no-brain necessary movie, not terrible, but not something that I'd recommend to see in theatres. Unless you somehow manage to find a true matinee deal in Manhattan and manage to snag a ticket for $6.00 (the AMC on E19th and B'way, btw). I damn near spazzed out. Although you get what you pay for, because that place smelled moldy and I kept wondering about the possibility of acquiring bedbugs. But other than that... SIX DOLLARS! Amazing.
I found a longhand journal entry I'd written in February 2000, during my sophomore year. The issues I brought up then? Same things I'm dealing with now, sans bitching about Organic Chemistry. Joy. Funny bit? I bitched about my hand cramping up after writing a full paragraph. I don't think I've written that much longhand since.
Got tickets for Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake Halloween night, and I'm eager to see the performance. I was eyeing Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, but the clip of the performance on the website (to the song "Populism, Yea, Yea!") didn't exactly excite me. The press is pushing this one hard; surely the producers haven't paid *everyone* off and the show is enjoyable, right? I'm not sold right now.
On the reading front I tried to continue Patrick Ness's Knife of Chaos series by getting my hands on book two, The Ask and the Answer. "Tried" being the key word. I got three pages into a interrogation/torture scene before hitting critical mass and putting the book down. I think I'll be able to sit through the New Caprica portion of Battlestar Galactica again before I can trudge through the dreariness of Chaos. I'm supposed to be reading Thomas Kennedy's In the Company of Angels for a new book club I'd like to join, but that book isn't my usual cup of tea so it's slow going at the moment. I do have a week to finish up, though, so I should be okay.
Movie-wise I saw Red on Saturday. It was a no-brain necessary movie, not terrible, but not something that I'd recommend to see in theatres. Unless you somehow manage to find a true matinee deal in Manhattan and manage to snag a ticket for $6.00 (the AMC on E19th and B'way, btw). I damn near spazzed out. Although you get what you pay for, because that place smelled moldy and I kept wondering about the possibility of acquiring bedbugs. But other than that... SIX DOLLARS! Amazing.
