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I wanna speak Spanish. Seriously, I just got in from watching All About My Mother and I want to learn Spanish so I can speak like that. Besides the language, that film is *amazing.* More about it later. First, the recap of my terribly exciting day that you've all been on the edge of your seats waiting for.
I got up earlier than usual, went to Jap class, went to the library and checked TLC where of course my Link of the Day--the Draco Malfoy takeover of the SugarQuill--and spent so long there I forgot to do my second Anth reading before I had to rush off to meet Phoebe for lunch. (By the way, the site's a pale imitation of what it was during the actual April Fool's takeover, they don't have the forums now. It's still funny.) I bumped into Melissa at lunch, as well as her boyfriend and Damien, who was apparently rather annoyed with the fact that we were discussing Harry Potter. Bitch. I happen to know he likes the books. Asian Studies lecture (I fanficced,) Anth tute. Half the class was wearing green, it was cool. Then on the way back to catch my bus I bumped into Tom and Nina, which was of course really fun, spent a couple hours with them before coming home. Erm...you'll see the results of one conversation soon. It's scary. And lemme see, we started VELCROB. Vegetarian English Lesbian Communist Rashed Orthondist Backscratchers, if my memory serves. I believe Nina and the metallic sheep are the only members. That place, with the thing, that time.
Moving on to All About My Mother. Once again, I drool. And not coz of pretty boys, though Esteban the..erm, second, but the first one we saw, was kinda pretty. But *worships at shrine of Almodovar* this film was absolutely amazing. I highly reccomend it to everyone. It managed to be sad and funny and eventually a feel-good movie without being corny bullshit. It's a shame "Pene" sold out, she wasn't bad in this. Seriously, go watch it. There were a few cuts and interjections I thought it could do without--such as the constant "2 Weeks Later", "6 Months Later" and so on, but those are my only complaints in the whole damn movie. It was really great.
Well, done my Link of the Day, so I've got a very simple Pic of the Day for you all, it's just another one Viggo took of Elijah in the snow. Following it, in the comments section for LJ readers and obviously just below for Xanga readers, there's a Part 1 of a fic I've been writing for a few days. Come back tomorrow for Part 2. Since I'm not feeling remotely angsty tonight, I won't post the very angsty one I wrote, and since I don't feel like typing them up I'm not posting the drabbles either, but if you come back another time you can see them. All in the LOTR RPS vein at the moment, sorry.
The fic's in here -->
The Promise Of Something More
You’d think, after hours and hours of standing for Feet, waiting during breaks and having makeup applied and removed, I’d be used to boredom. After all, during those times I was usually tired and sticky, often with nothing to do. The thing is, I was never alone like this during filming. Well, okay, I wasn’t really along now; there was the interviewer, a camera crew, make-up people. I didn’t know ant of them, though; just strangers, their voices unfamiliar. Background noise. Nobody to make me laugh, or talk to about my problems, or sit with in silence. I missed them, my friends with whom I used to share my boredom. This, this was true boredom, and I hated it.
They’d laugh if they saw me now, trying desperately to sit still. Dammit, it’s true, I am the monkey prince. I need entertainment, stimulation, company. This just sucked.
I bullshitted my way through the interview. I was in that studio for days, I swear. Okay, hours. Half an hour. Twenty minutes. Whatever, it was hell without them around.
‘Oh God,’ I realised, ‘I’m totally dependant on them.’ It probably isn’t healthy to rely on your mates completely, but after the hours upon days upon months we’d spent together during shooting, I suppose it was inevitable. I’d been bored for a week now; the last time I could remember not being bored was last Tuesday, a week and a day earlier, when Billy had come over and we’d laughed at Lij’s interview on the Sci-Fi channel. I hadn’t seen Lij or Sean A, our other hobbits, in almost a month; Orlando and the others in even longer.
This thought had hardly entered my mind before I’d taken out my mobile phone and located Elijah’s number. The phone was ringing by my ear before I realised what I’d done. I decided it wasn’t too bad an idea—as far as I knew, he wasn’t busy today. Maybe we could call the other hobbits, maybe even Orli. Have a party.
“Hi, this is Elijah.”
“Lijah, mate, it’s Do—“
“Leave a message.” Beep. I sighed.
“Hi Elijah. I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out toni—“
“Dommie!” He sounded positively delighted to hear from me. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. “Hey, man, sorry I didn’t pick up. I’m expecting a call from my agent, I don’t wanna talk to him. What’s up?”
”Just wondering if you wanted to come over tonight.”
”I’ll shower and be over in ten minutes.”
”Hey, not so fast, I’m not home yet.”
”I’ll let myself in, I have the key, remember? You gonna call anyone else?” Hesitant, I thought. Weird.
“Uh yeah, thought I’d give them a call later.”
”Oh. Well, okay. See you soon.” Elijah hung up. He’d sounded almost dejected by the end…maybe he didn’t want to see me after all?
I managed to worry myself crazy after 25 minutes of the drive home, and by the time I got to my own front door my heart was in my throat. Would he be angry and just leave?
I needn’t have worried. The door had just closed behind me by the time Elijah’s arms were around my neck.
“Was wondering when you’d get here! Look, I brought movies and snacks, and I made coffee…” He took my hand and led me into my brightly lit lounge room. I realised I hadn’t opened the curtains in here for days. A large pile of videos and DVDs lay on one armchair, and the old pizza and Chinese take-out boxes from the last week overflowed from the rubbish bags in the corner. He’d cleaned up and everything.
“Aw, Lijah, you didn’t have to do all this.”
”Are you kidding me?” he asked, eyes wild and wide with disbelief. “I’ve been bored shitless alone without you guys for the last few weeks. I was starting to think I’d go crazy if I didn’t see you. I just thought you were too busy.”
It was that easy for him. Everything that had been plaguing my mind all day was laid out in one shameless confession. He needed them, and that was it. Just like Lij, who refused a hand double in favour of his own bitten nails in the movie. Who didn’t mind sharing his overwhelming naivety in relation to the game of ‘Tig’ with the DVD-viewing world.
“Dom? You okay?” Concern flickering behind endless blue. I smiled.
”I am now.”
I'd have written more actual blog, but I've got cramps and I'm rather tired having been up since 8:30 am.
Muchos gracias Almodovar,
Green Queen
I wanna speak Spanish. Seriously, I just got in from watching All About My Mother and I want to learn Spanish so I can speak like that. Besides the language, that film is *amazing.* More about it later. First, the recap of my terribly exciting day that you've all been on the edge of your seats waiting for.
I got up earlier than usual, went to Jap class, went to the library and checked TLC where of course my Link of the Day--the Draco Malfoy takeover of the SugarQuill--and spent so long there I forgot to do my second Anth reading before I had to rush off to meet Phoebe for lunch. (By the way, the site's a pale imitation of what it was during the actual April Fool's takeover, they don't have the forums now. It's still funny.) I bumped into Melissa at lunch, as well as her boyfriend and Damien, who was apparently rather annoyed with the fact that we were discussing Harry Potter. Bitch. I happen to know he likes the books. Asian Studies lecture (I fanficced,) Anth tute. Half the class was wearing green, it was cool. Then on the way back to catch my bus I bumped into Tom and Nina, which was of course really fun, spent a couple hours with them before coming home. Erm...you'll see the results of one conversation soon. It's scary. And lemme see, we started VELCROB. Vegetarian English Lesbian Communist Rashed Orthondist Backscratchers, if my memory serves. I believe Nina and the metallic sheep are the only members. That place, with the thing, that time.
Moving on to All About My Mother. Once again, I drool. And not coz of pretty boys, though Esteban the..erm, second, but the first one we saw, was kinda pretty. But *worships at shrine of Almodovar* this film was absolutely amazing. I highly reccomend it to everyone. It managed to be sad and funny and eventually a feel-good movie without being corny bullshit. It's a shame "Pene" sold out, she wasn't bad in this. Seriously, go watch it. There were a few cuts and interjections I thought it could do without--such as the constant "2 Weeks Later", "6 Months Later" and so on, but those are my only complaints in the whole damn movie. It was really great.
Well, done my Link of the Day, so I've got a very simple Pic of the Day for you all, it's just another one Viggo took of Elijah in the snow. Following it, in the comments section for LJ readers and obviously just below for Xanga readers, there's a Part 1 of a fic I've been writing for a few days. Come back tomorrow for Part 2. Since I'm not feeling remotely angsty tonight, I won't post the very angsty one I wrote, and since I don't feel like typing them up I'm not posting the drabbles either, but if you come back another time you can see them. All in the LOTR RPS vein at the moment, sorry.
The fic's in here -->
The Promise Of Something More
You’d think, after hours and hours of standing for Feet, waiting during breaks and having makeup applied and removed, I’d be used to boredom. After all, during those times I was usually tired and sticky, often with nothing to do. The thing is, I was never alone like this during filming. Well, okay, I wasn’t really along now; there was the interviewer, a camera crew, make-up people. I didn’t know ant of them, though; just strangers, their voices unfamiliar. Background noise. Nobody to make me laugh, or talk to about my problems, or sit with in silence. I missed them, my friends with whom I used to share my boredom. This, this was true boredom, and I hated it.
They’d laugh if they saw me now, trying desperately to sit still. Dammit, it’s true, I am the monkey prince. I need entertainment, stimulation, company. This just sucked.
I bullshitted my way through the interview. I was in that studio for days, I swear. Okay, hours. Half an hour. Twenty minutes. Whatever, it was hell without them around.
‘Oh God,’ I realised, ‘I’m totally dependant on them.’ It probably isn’t healthy to rely on your mates completely, but after the hours upon days upon months we’d spent together during shooting, I suppose it was inevitable. I’d been bored for a week now; the last time I could remember not being bored was last Tuesday, a week and a day earlier, when Billy had come over and we’d laughed at Lij’s interview on the Sci-Fi channel. I hadn’t seen Lij or Sean A, our other hobbits, in almost a month; Orlando and the others in even longer.
This thought had hardly entered my mind before I’d taken out my mobile phone and located Elijah’s number. The phone was ringing by my ear before I realised what I’d done. I decided it wasn’t too bad an idea—as far as I knew, he wasn’t busy today. Maybe we could call the other hobbits, maybe even Orli. Have a party.
“Hi, this is Elijah.”
“Lijah, mate, it’s Do—“
“Leave a message.” Beep. I sighed.
“Hi Elijah. I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out toni—“
“Dommie!” He sounded positively delighted to hear from me. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. “Hey, man, sorry I didn’t pick up. I’m expecting a call from my agent, I don’t wanna talk to him. What’s up?”
”Just wondering if you wanted to come over tonight.”
”I’ll shower and be over in ten minutes.”
”Hey, not so fast, I’m not home yet.”
”I’ll let myself in, I have the key, remember? You gonna call anyone else?” Hesitant, I thought. Weird.
“Uh yeah, thought I’d give them a call later.”
”Oh. Well, okay. See you soon.” Elijah hung up. He’d sounded almost dejected by the end…maybe he didn’t want to see me after all?
I managed to worry myself crazy after 25 minutes of the drive home, and by the time I got to my own front door my heart was in my throat. Would he be angry and just leave?
I needn’t have worried. The door had just closed behind me by the time Elijah’s arms were around my neck.
“Was wondering when you’d get here! Look, I brought movies and snacks, and I made coffee…” He took my hand and led me into my brightly lit lounge room. I realised I hadn’t opened the curtains in here for days. A large pile of videos and DVDs lay on one armchair, and the old pizza and Chinese take-out boxes from the last week overflowed from the rubbish bags in the corner. He’d cleaned up and everything.
“Aw, Lijah, you didn’t have to do all this.”
”Are you kidding me?” he asked, eyes wild and wide with disbelief. “I’ve been bored shitless alone without you guys for the last few weeks. I was starting to think I’d go crazy if I didn’t see you. I just thought you were too busy.”
It was that easy for him. Everything that had been plaguing my mind all day was laid out in one shameless confession. He needed them, and that was it. Just like Lij, who refused a hand double in favour of his own bitten nails in the movie. Who didn’t mind sharing his overwhelming naivety in relation to the game of ‘Tig’ with the DVD-viewing world.
“Dom? You okay?” Concern flickering behind endless blue. I smiled.
”I am now.”
I'd have written more actual blog, but I've got cramps and I'm rather tired having been up since 8:30 am.
Muchos gracias Almodovar,
Green Queen
