Chazography

Okay, so first it’s cute little teddy bears (half naked ones at that!) and now it’s going to see Tristan and Isolde by myself. If I keep this up, people are serioulsy going to think I’m gay (”Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”), but I’m most certainly not! I’m really not even sure why I decided to go see the movie, but for some reason or another I did. In all honesty, the movie was pretty good, and it had plenty of appeal to both sexes. For the girls, there was love story, and for the guys, there were some memorable medieval combat scenes. Personally, I enjoyed both aspects of the movie.

The story essentially evolved around a couple’s love that could never be for so many reasons. Tristan and Isolde came from different worlds. Worlds that were steeped in conflict. However, by some stroke of luck or fate, Tristan is saved by Isolde after being believed dead by his own people. Recognizing his ailment she is able to nurse him back to health, and so begins their forbidden love affair. They are separated shortly after meeting because the Irish are scouring the countryside for Tristan after finding his boat washed upon the shore. Before parting, they each pronounce their love for one another. Later, they are reunited after Tristan wins Isolde to be his King’s bride, and thus, their love must be forbidden once again. Of course, they must act upon these verboten feelings and hence provide the conflict for the movie. I’ll leave out all the details and conclusion for those who actually want to see the movie; I recommend it.

Hmm, lovely… my neighbor is ridiculously inebriated. I can hear him coughing up flem and all sorts of things in the hall, and two other students actually had to escort him back to his dorm. They knocked on my door to see if I knew him very well (which I don’t), and from what they said, it sounds like he had a LOT and I do mean LOT to drink. Why can’t people drink responsibly? Afterall, waking up hung over in your own puke doesn’t sound like much fun to me. Oh well, what do I know?