Sunday rituals are probably the best of the week, re: coffee and skin-fun in the morning.
One thing I'll never tire of is the act of listening to peers' music and then listening to my own and comparing the two.
S3cond Storey was the place to be for most of the weekend, revising student works. Today I'm off to the university to write a chapter of a novel that may or may not ever get written. It's due tomorrow, and I wonder what the rest of the class is writing, and whether or not mine's the best. I've got a rough draft done, but upon reading a few other chapters of other published work, I've got a long way to go. Basically, I got to make it simple, interesting, invigorated and sad all at the same time and all from a believable perspective. The basics are simple, and simple is good.
I watched two movies last night. Joy rented "But I'm a Cheerleader" and it involvled a christian girl's family selling her out to a rehabilitation camp for gays. She has never thought of herself as gay before, realizes she is, and doesn't rehabilitate herself. It's less political and more romantic comedy for gay teens, which is fine. The movie itself could've pushed a few more borders before the happy ending.
The other film was "Emile", a diddy I picked up, featuring Iam Mckeller as an aged professor from England who originally came from Saskatchewan, then moved to England, became a snobby literary English writer, then visited Victoria to receive an honourary degree. He stays with his niece, who lives in the Fairfield area. He abandoned her when her father died, and there's all sorts of things that need settling. Handled very nicely. Non-pretentious for the most part, a sort of literary story trapped in image.