Oh God, dudes
Sep. 10th, 2007 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreyOh God dudes. Right. I went home for the weekend, where my dad's internet is so slow it made me want to pour water all over the keyboard many times. Anyway - dad generally brings me home from that, because it's only an hour's drive and I can stay longer. But lately I'd decided to start getting return tickets and getting myself home, because I don't really enjoy some of the conversations we tend to have stuck in the car together for an hour. But everything gets started pretty slowly at my parents house on Sundays, we don't have Sunday dinner until between 2 and 4 o'clock - I checked the timetable and a train that left Wakefield at 10 past 7 would get me back to Nottingham for 10 past 9, at which point I had to get back to the flat and get ready for work the next day. My mum wanted to have cake at 6, so I started rethinking the plan a little bit. Dad usually takes me back, as I've said, so I thought he might offer. But he didn't, and in fact - after I'd been talking a bit obviously about how complicated it is getting back on the train, I guess - said that it wasn't his responsibility to take me back, and it wasn't fair for me to expect it with the petrol and money and everything. So I skipped out straight after cake, and he drove me to Wakefield, and I got the train.
And I was meant to change at Sheffield, and get a replacement coach back to Nottingham, but I noticed the train also went to Derby, where I normally change, and which has a train every hour or so that only takes twenty minutes to get to Nottingham, and I asked the ticket inspector and he said it would be quicker to change there, so I stayed on and got off at Derby, at twenty past eight. And learned that the next train to Nottingham wasn't until twenty past nine, and was in fact a replacement coach. There are buses from Derby to Nottingham, one of which goes past my flat, so I decided to see if the bus station was nearby and I could get one of those, but after about twenty minutes of wandering dark empty streets I gave up, and came back and bought myself some minstrels.
Anyway. I waited for the bastard coach until after the station cafe shut, and then the seatbelt didn't work until I switched seats, and it was quite nice - like the coaches you take to your hotel on holiday - but we didn't get back to Nottingham till quarter past ten. At which point I made a quick sweep of the bus station, before just getting myself a taxi. I switched on the boiler as soon as I got in, called my parents to let them know I was home, and waited an hour for the water to heat before having a shower. But it hadn't heated - it seemed like it had warmed a bit, but I don't think it did - so I had to have it cold. My fingers were tingling by the end, and my feet seemed quite glad when I put slippers on. One of those kind of showers. And possibly I haven't mentioned I had a cold all weekend. It was midnight by that point and my hair was still wet, so essentially I decided to just say screw it and call in sick today. Dad's agreed to take me back next time. In fairness, he agreed to take me back next time before I set off, after learning there were no direct trains to Nottingham and I had to get ready for work after getting back. But I think it's pretty much a plan now.
Anyway, so long story short I was off sick today. Which was unfortunate, because it turns out the other woman who works with me was off as well - in an office of three - and our boss didn't get in till half past ten. Whoops. I did get to watch Daria though.
Over the weekend, I also watched a preview of Disturbia. Good lord, it is odd. I quite like Shia Lebouf, and think he's a good actor, but he really does pick some strange films. I'd heard it was a suprise hit in America, so I was expecting it to be quite good, or at least pretty straightforward, about a boy confined to his house who starts spying on his neighbours and suspecting one of them neighbours is a serial killer. It's clearly Rear Window, but fair enough. But every now and then they would just cut away from the serial killer mystery thing to show the Kale (the boy) awkwardly flirting with the girl who just moved in next door. Dawson's Creek-style flirting. A girl who, by the way, he spends most of the first half of the movie watching from afar with binoculars. They said something in one of the reviews about how the director wanted it to be a mix of all the different teen genres, but it just doesn't work. Or at least not with pointless love interests. I mean, the guy starts out the movie by seeing his father's horrific death in a car accident, which is why he starts going off the rails and gets confined to his house, but after that it's just never mentioned. Well, it starts to get mentioned, but making out gets in the way. The girl was fine, I guess. They just didn't bother giving her much of a character.
And - I don't know. Not all films have to be about the interesting relationship between (potential) serial killers and the people trying to catch them - probably the Hitcher has ruined me for this. But after he seems to have seen Kale watching him, the neighbour ends up in his house, helping out Kale's mother and asking if he can look at Kale's house arrest ankle bracelet, and asking Kale's mother out on a date. And it could so easily have been daddy issues for the win, and they just didn't bother. And then - the guy turns out to be a serial killer - and they end it on Kale finally getting the girl and getting let off house arrest and how great that all is, and blatantly leave out all the parts about how he's clearly going to become a serial killer now, having already witnessed his father's violent death and now having to fight his way through about sixty corpses in his neighbour's basement and then killing the guy with a pair of pruning shears. THE NIGHT BEFORE the ending we actually get. Maybe the fact he's so unphased by it all is meant to be proof enough. That's the ending in my head, anyway.
So yes. Disturbia. Slightly disappointing. Out this weekend.
And I was meant to change at Sheffield, and get a replacement coach back to Nottingham, but I noticed the train also went to Derby, where I normally change, and which has a train every hour or so that only takes twenty minutes to get to Nottingham, and I asked the ticket inspector and he said it would be quicker to change there, so I stayed on and got off at Derby, at twenty past eight. And learned that the next train to Nottingham wasn't until twenty past nine, and was in fact a replacement coach. There are buses from Derby to Nottingham, one of which goes past my flat, so I decided to see if the bus station was nearby and I could get one of those, but after about twenty minutes of wandering dark empty streets I gave up, and came back and bought myself some minstrels.
Anyway. I waited for the bastard coach until after the station cafe shut, and then the seatbelt didn't work until I switched seats, and it was quite nice - like the coaches you take to your hotel on holiday - but we didn't get back to Nottingham till quarter past ten. At which point I made a quick sweep of the bus station, before just getting myself a taxi. I switched on the boiler as soon as I got in, called my parents to let them know I was home, and waited an hour for the water to heat before having a shower. But it hadn't heated - it seemed like it had warmed a bit, but I don't think it did - so I had to have it cold. My fingers were tingling by the end, and my feet seemed quite glad when I put slippers on. One of those kind of showers. And possibly I haven't mentioned I had a cold all weekend. It was midnight by that point and my hair was still wet, so essentially I decided to just say screw it and call in sick today. Dad's agreed to take me back next time. In fairness, he agreed to take me back next time before I set off, after learning there were no direct trains to Nottingham and I had to get ready for work after getting back. But I think it's pretty much a plan now.
Anyway, so long story short I was off sick today. Which was unfortunate, because it turns out the other woman who works with me was off as well - in an office of three - and our boss didn't get in till half past ten. Whoops. I did get to watch Daria though.
Over the weekend, I also watched a preview of Disturbia. Good lord, it is odd. I quite like Shia Lebouf, and think he's a good actor, but he really does pick some strange films. I'd heard it was a suprise hit in America, so I was expecting it to be quite good, or at least pretty straightforward, about a boy confined to his house who starts spying on his neighbours and suspecting one of them neighbours is a serial killer. It's clearly Rear Window, but fair enough. But every now and then they would just cut away from the serial killer mystery thing to show the Kale (the boy) awkwardly flirting with the girl who just moved in next door. Dawson's Creek-style flirting. A girl who, by the way, he spends most of the first half of the movie watching from afar with binoculars. They said something in one of the reviews about how the director wanted it to be a mix of all the different teen genres, but it just doesn't work. Or at least not with pointless love interests. I mean, the guy starts out the movie by seeing his father's horrific death in a car accident, which is why he starts going off the rails and gets confined to his house, but after that it's just never mentioned. Well, it starts to get mentioned, but making out gets in the way. The girl was fine, I guess. They just didn't bother giving her much of a character.
And - I don't know. Not all films have to be about the interesting relationship between (potential) serial killers and the people trying to catch them - probably the Hitcher has ruined me for this. But after he seems to have seen Kale watching him, the neighbour ends up in his house, helping out Kale's mother and asking if he can look at Kale's house arrest ankle bracelet, and asking Kale's mother out on a date. And it could so easily have been daddy issues for the win, and they just didn't bother. And then - the guy turns out to be a serial killer - and they end it on Kale finally getting the girl and getting let off house arrest and how great that all is, and blatantly leave out all the parts about how he's clearly going to become a serial killer now, having already witnessed his father's violent death and now having to fight his way through about sixty corpses in his neighbour's basement and then killing the guy with a pair of pruning shears. THE NIGHT BEFORE the ending we actually get. Maybe the fact he's so unphased by it all is meant to be proof enough. That's the ending in my head, anyway.
So yes. Disturbia. Slightly disappointing. Out this weekend.
