silva rerum

What is dark in me illumine

Before any­thing else, I want to note that my high school English teacher, Miss E, com­men­ted that there would never be a movie made of Paradise Lost, that it wouldn’t be very excit­ing to watch the cli­max as Eve par­takes in the for­bid­den fruit. Miss E, I humbly sub­mit for your eval­u­ation, this art­icle detail­ing how Hollywood may be tap­ping into Milton’s epic for their next block­buster film. Shocking, eh?

I woke up early today for trans­ition train­ing from S. We breez­ily covered all the import­ant top­ics (book­ings, plan­ning, fin­ances, etc.) and I left a bit early to head off to buy a present. I’m really sur­prised that S is actu­ally leav­ing, I think I took for gran­ted that she’d always be around with her good atti­tude and encour­aging man­ner. I hope I can be half the coördin­ator she was to me!

After work, I phoned P to meet her to go shop­ping so we met at the mall. Transit is some­times unbear­able. While I was sit­ting, a lady with a stroller came on and no one vacated the cour­tesy seats for her to put the stroller until the bus driver threatened not to move until she had a safe space. Then another woman came on with another stroller and the cour­tesy seats were left unva­cated again. This time, the driver didn’t do any­thing. Then at the next stop, some old stub­born man came on and stood right between the two women with strollers at the front of the bus. The nerve! People lit­er­ally had to turn side­long to get by him and he refused to move. I was aghast at how he made the eld­erly and the young alike cir­cum­nav­ig­ate his body. Maybe he human con­tact? He was simply dis­rupt­ive and annoy­ing at any rate. It’s not as if there isn’t a back exit on the bus. Why can’t people be more logical.

Anyhow, I met P at the mall and the first order of busi­ness was cof­fee. We then shopped for a while and I bought Third Girl, yet another Agatha Christie for me to read. The new cov­ers are quite charm­ing – I really like the style they’re going for. They’re not exactly haute lit­er­at­ure, but they’re quite grip­ping. V dropped by briefly while we were at Chapters and P bought a gift. V very gra­ciously drove me home! Moreover, I bumped into J mere hours before her flight. I hope she has a safe and enjoy­able jour­ney. She prom­ised she’ll be blog­ging so I’ll be read­ing it.

L left today which was rather sad but I hope she’s safe and com­fort­able! N has arrived in Florida from what I can dis­cern. K just came online from Costa Rica. How won­der­ful that every­one gets to travel this year! I’ll be work­ing and school­ing for the next few sum­mers but I want to have my own adven­ture as well.

I recently got hooked on Harper’s Island and I think it’s so cool! I won­der who did it? I don’t even know who to suspect…maybe it’s the groom’s alter ego just like in My Bloody Valentine 3D?

It all got me think­ing though (I mean Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express and Harper’s Island), I’d make an excel­lent sus­pect in a murder mys­tery. I’m calm, meth­od­ical and cer­tainly cap­able. I don’t know how well I’d be able to hide it, but I’d surely come up with a great way to com­mit the crime. Alternatively, I could be the plucky young boy who helps the detect­ive – I noticed blood on one of the tiles in my bath­room this morn­ing, for example. As it turns out, it wasn’t any­thing ser­i­ous (oh, doesn’t that make me sim­ilar to Catherine Morland? Don’t believe everything you read!) so all my worry was for naught.

I’m almost done down­load­ing all the epis­odes of Card Captor Sakura and the two movies. Hurray for sum­mer! Last sum­mer I caught up on Grey’s Anatomy, Heroes and Ugly Betty. This year I’ll be remin­is­cing about grade 5/​6 by watch­ing one of my favour­ite animé series. Jolly good!