Classics

Last night, we watched Alien after church - one of the boys found out that i watched Alien v Predator: Requiem the other day, and was appalled to find out that i skipped the first seven or so movies in the series. So, we had to recitfy that. Huddled up under a quilt, i jumped and whimpered my way through the movie; i watched the classic scene where the alien bursts out of a stomach from between my fingers, begged the characters not to go out onto the strange planets, was elated ehen the cat made it out alive and was incensed that the writers hadn't let the woman escape in the pod without one final confrontation. It was pretty good. I've got a theory; scary movies are pointless if you go into them with the aim to get scared. You have to make yourself scared, because otherwise you're just sitting infront of a dvd player, watching bad graphics and computer animation smushed together to create a less-than-stellar movie. So, i freaked myself out nicely and thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Even if i had the boys trying to scare the life out of me in the tense moments!


It was a really long weekend. I did enjoy most of the conference, and had really good fun having quality time with the boys in the dinner breaks; we had indian and subway and just chatted, which we haven't done in a long time. And watching movies with the gang last night was fun too. But, i've got to admit, that for most of the weekend i was in a really bad place. I know that i go through ups and downs, from the highest of emotional heights to the lowest of emotional lows. But this was different, because instead of swinging back and forth, i got stuck at one end of the spectrum. I couldn't unstick myself and was so miserable that it scared me. But who are you meant to talk to in situations like that? The person who said they'd always be there for me decidedly wasn't, which basically pissed me off and didn't help my mood much. Without anyone to talk me down, i just hung round on my ledge all weekend. It's draining. And i hate it so much that even uni today was a pleasant distraction!! I'm almost motivated into working this evening, that's how badly i want a distraction...


And to top it off? I've been shanghai-ed (in the nicest possible way) into going on church camp this weekend... i'm not looking forward to being in a social situation that i'm uncomfortable in all weekend, although i've been given express permission to not participate in anything at all. I plan on much time in solitude with one of my many journals that are incomplete. Perhaps it will be productive after all... we'll see.