Procrastinating in the Hole

As you can see, no new chapter. I was a lazy ass, and the paper for my film class took precedence, much as I loathed writing it. It's funny; I can crank out two thousand words a day when I'm inspired, but tell me I have to write something and my elite typing skills go the way of a turtle with Tourette's. Fifty words suddenly seems like the scaling of Mount Olympus, and three pages might as well be running the Boston Marathon with concrete blocks strapped to the bloody stumps of recently amputated limbs. It's the same with required texts. I can read one hundred pages of a book in two hours if it's for leisure, but tell me it's required, and merely opening the book induces swooning narcolepsy. I'll get it done, though. I like this professor too much to shirk. He's a brilliant man, and his opinion of my intellect matters.

While procrastinating on the paper, I watched The Hole, a film that was recommened to me by tkirk. It starred Thora Birch and a young Keira Knightley. As a departure from the dime-a-dozen slasher flicks, it was a nice change of pace, but I was disappointed by the ending. I thought it was a formulaic copout, especially after they did such a decent job building up the tension. There have been too many films with the "Teh Batshit Crahzee With The Facade of Normality" cliche. A better ending would have been for Liz to have truly acted under extreme psychological distress and then be forced to live with the consequences. Instead, we got the stale "pyscho lives to stalk again" finale. Meh. Still, it is very well-acted and provides an interesting glimpse into both the cliquish mentality of boarding schools and the frightening depths of obsession.

Well, I've dallied long enough. Probably too long. Off to the salt mines go I. Love you all.