vivah

One of my favourite things to do is put on my big[ger] headphones, plug them into my laptop and listen to awesome music while either drawing or trying to type. Right now seemed like an appropriate moment.

I just finished watching Vicky Cristina Barcelona and am now in a conflicting state of mind. This usually happens after I watch Woody Allen movies - somehow, every time I come out of watching them feeling very reflective, confused and trying to explain myself to myself; sometimes this is accompanied by the voice inside my head taking on a Woody Allenesque tone. Before watching this movie, not particularly knowing much about what it was about, I was hopeful to feel a connection with Vicky since we technically share the same name. I was very disappointed though after my first time watching it to discover that Vicky, and her fiance/husband Doug, annoy me quite a bit. Not that Cristina makes me any happier.

The narrator introduces Vicky and Cristina as having the same viewpoints and opinions on most things other than love - I, however, could barely see a resemblance between either of them. Even their hair colours accentuate their differences. This separatness of their characters has made me wonder: am I a Vicky or a Cristina?

Neither, hopefully.


In other news, I have finally have a job interview tomorrow at a jewelry kiosk in the mall - and no matter who might burst out laughing when I say I may have a job with a company called Vivah, I am truly excited to get another part-time job under my belt and supposedly wicked discounts on jewelry. After the interview, I go home for the weekend where I will see Kyleman, and some family members and perhaps Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs - since, you know, I have a large number of relatives under the age of ten.

Wish me luck!