I found out that I unof­fi­cially passed all my courses. I won’t believe it until I get the offi­cial transcript.

I just came back from watch­ing Gangs of New York. I don’t think I’ll be going to a the­atre again any­time soon. I paid thir­teen fuck­ing fifty for a ticket, when I could wait for it to come out on DVD and rent it for a third of the price. There wasn’t any­thing in the direct­ing of the movie that made me think, “Oh, that’s Scorsese”, which was slightly dis­ap­point­ing. Day-Lewis’s pres­ence on the screen, on the other hand, was amaz­ing. His elo­cu­tion was just per­fect. I walked home after­wards in the thin, but dense, falling snow. It felt good.

I also watched a movie called The Center of the World yes­ter­day, with the delec­table Molly Parker as a lithe red­head. It wasn’t very good all around; act­ing was bland, story was bland and exag­ger­ated, cam­er­a­work was shoddy (even though it was meant to be), but the sex was good.

I think I’m shmit­ten. Bad.

Dolly is get­ting spayed next week, so I’ll have to find a way to get her to the hos­pi­tal one day, and back the next day. I might have to take a taxi for the four trips, if I can’t find some­one to give me a ride.

I have a fairly easy term, since I only have three classes and a final project to com­plete. There’s also the fact that I’m not work­ing, so that’s another dozen or so hours I’ve saved. I tried to take a course at Carleton instead, but it turns out that there’s no equiv­a­lence. It’s such a pity; my sec­ond attempt at gal­va­niz­ing some of the stag­nancy in my life has failed mis­er­ably, much like the first. I’ll need to look for a per­ma­nent job this term, hope­fully com­puter related.