| Monday, September 13, 2004 |
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Weekends, they're always so hard to remember, it really does become a big blur. Or perhaps a smudge.
St Giles', good, a bit quiet and polite perhaps but what do you expect? Led to pubbage and midnight ramblechats. Also it's true: the stained glass windows are awesome when you're outside and they're lit up from inside. Do it, Giles, do it.
Anchorman, went to see the first showing on Saturday morning. Only people who really really wanted to see it were in the room. Ace. It was like a Will Ferrell fan club. I thoroughly recommend it and want to see it again. Soon. Any takers? Please.
Motorcycle Diaries, good for a road movie. Better pacing than Jerry, not as heartwarming as The Straight Story. A twist as well, killing off the main character not even halfway through. Didn't see that one coming.
Sunday morning, rolled into church nearly an hour "late", nice. Looks like the students are back, then. Nearly persuaded to prefer Xboxes to PS2s (we need a dvd player, it's a valid reason). Right. Leant at the back, and, before i realised wot i was doing, absentmindedley compiled a "girls i would like to go out with" list and an "i dont understand why these blokes arent being mobbed" list. Well it took a year but it was bound to happen.
Overall, two post-midnight beds, bad, but two afternoon naps, so so good. Still need to start playing footy tho. All this sitting down makes the legs restless..
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