Reviewing like it's nobody's business

So I'm feeling active today -- I even did my hair! -- so I actually did some stuff. Nice change of pace, and I think eventually the ass-grooves in my bed might shift back to normal... I've just gotta keep getting up and leaving the room on a daily basis. It'll be an uphill struggle, for certain, but my heart is in it this time.

First, a bit more on Justin Timberlake.

As I mentioned in my review, his latest single "Cry Me a River" is wicked. The video basically explains that Britney cheated on him. In this same video, he goes to "her" (perhaps even their) house and tapes himself getting it on with this tan, dark-haired girl so that when stand-in Britney comes back (after a romp with her man-on-the-side), she'll see this and know JT knows. Isn't it delish?! And Justin is so good at being that sort of little devil. There is one section where he's doing all these weird contortions and another section where he once again ventures into falsetto whilst being intoxicated by the scent of stand-in Britney's hair, but I'll forgive him those discretions. I ripped apart JT on my album review, and I think rightly so -- he's not worth all the hype -- but I must admit that he's thoroughly enjoyable, and "the greatest dancer" (in the words of Sister Sledge).

Second, a bit of leisure reading

Scary to think it, but I am becoming a reader. I've decided that I probably should look at other people's styles if I want to cultivate my own ouevre (p.s. I don't think that's an appropriate usage of the word oeuvre, but I like to use it in all possible contexts, regardless; I also have decided I'm going to use the word 'orgiastic' in at least one paper by the end of my college career).

I've been versing myself on comic memoirs lately because that's basically what I'll be doing to earn my keep (or my $3,000 grant as it were). The first was How to Lose Friends & Alienate People, and the one I'm currently reading (and hoping to finish if I can pull myself away from the thrall of 1960s Ibsen criticism) is called Under the Duvet, by an Irish writer named Marian Keyes. I originally discovered her in an Irish girly stories novel called Girls About Town, which features stories by the likes of Maeve Binchy, Collette Caddle & Cathy Kelly. (One of the stories was even called "Thelma, Louise & the Luuuuurve Gods" -- yes!)

Anyhow, the book is a good'un -- a compilation of all of her articles from Irish Tatler and various newspapers. I've got a section of it left, and I've been trying to read it since last Friday to no avail. I think tonight I will forsake my lover Henrik to finish my business with Marian. It really is lovely. She at once talks about her intercontinental travels, her blunders as a shoe-addict (ring any bells to my family lfie?), her fear of failing her driving test, her bout with alcoholism and her family's year selection box (assorted chocolate cookie) eating contest. It's not as academic as How to Lose Friends & Alienate People, and it's definitely more girly, but for those of you in need of a quick read on commute, I'd highly recommend it.

Finally, a bit of filmic goodness

Went to see a Danish film called Italian for Beginners tonight. It, like many of the films I have seen courtesy of my ₤12.50 donation to the Union Film Soc this year, was a charming and delightful film. It's about the lives of 6 people in Copenhagen whose lives are intertwined for one reason or another and who all end up in an Italian class. And in the end, they go to Venice! (This last part was especially exciting having just been to Venice myself & seriously, seriously wanting to go back...)

But the real lesson I learned is that I apparently need to go to Denmark to get some ass. All 6 people in the movie ended up hooking up with another one of the 6 people -- 2 of them even got married (not gay couplings, unfortunately, but I know where to find that elsewhere, thank you). The unfortunate side effect of this coital bliss is that people all around you die in Denmark (a rather Hamlet-esque dilemma, I'd say). But all the people who died were old and bitter anyway, and their deaths essentially cleared the way for the love to blossom, so there ya go. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for rewards to come... at least in Denmark.

So, what have we learned today?

* Justin Timberlake, despite the chipper falsetto, is a hurt & bitter individual -- and it works for him!
* Irish girls authors rock my face off
* Plunder Denmark when you need a little booty-booty