opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation

Ugh, am so tired. I don't know why, really having slept just about 12 hours both last night and the night before, but I am. Still. RARGH.

However! There is good stuff abound! Firstly, if you, like me, can't actually find the Brokeback Mountain trailer, clips from the movie can be found here. Oh my, doesn't it look *good*? Seriously. I want this movie now. And I will *hurt* Denmark if we don't at least get a limited release of it (and likewise, I will hurt someone if it's not released on region 2 dvd - but very few "art" or independent films seem to be.)

Also, it has Michelle Williams and Anne Hathaway in it, both of whom I adore. The good thing is, they're strong enough actresses to make their rather thankless roles believable. EEE! So excited.

Other good stuff: yesterday I got my Amazon package, and wahey! I know own Merchant of Venice. And it is still so good and it still makes me cry and laugh and hurt and I love it. I truly, truly do. And hey, I can actually see the family resemblance between the Fiennes' now. Which is slightly worrying, I suppose, but yeah. I still love the movie. Even though it's sometimes hard to watch (the anti-semitism makes me uncomfortable. I can't help it - I know its toned down, I know that it's "of its time" so to speak, but it still make me uncomfortable).

Also in the package: D.E.B.S (because I'm deep), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Slaughter House Five. Both of which now join my list of books to read (which, by the way, I am horrible at keeping, since I just squeezed Peter Pan in yesterday (and if you haven't read that, read it, its good and cruel and wonderful and will rip your heart out and make you laugh), will be re-reading Brokeback Mountain as soon as I get it from the library and I *still* haven't finished Popular Musik fra Vitulla. Oh dears.) So that's a whole lot of glee.

And finally, something that never fails to make me happy: Seasons of Love - music video.

And now I'm going to wander off and read up on Catholic veiw on sin. Hee.

ETA: *FLAIL* Pengviner!!!!

when i'm home and i'm weary

Funniest thing.

I haven't spoken to A. for a year and a half, maybe more. She used to be my best friend, and seriously I mean best friend in the kind of living-at-each-other's-houses kind of way. And then after my year in the US, where we kept in touch pretty well, we drifted apart. Starting school etc. and there was just never time. I kept thinking that I should call her, but never got around to it.

And then at the farewell party two weeks back, I talked to an old calss mate who'd spoken with A. lately and said that she'd been missing me too. So I put calling A. back on my to-do list and then wussied about for two weeks.

Well, I just called her. We spoke for an hour. It was strangely like old times. It was strangely comfortable. It was *nice*.

Funniest thing, I tell you.