I just watched Vanilla Sky, despite several warnings that it was a bad movie. Is it just me, or is Hollywood on this strange plot twist kick lately. It seems to me that films like Vanilla Sky, Matrix, The Others, and Fight Club, to name a few, are all films with narrators trying to come to grips with a changed reality around them. It is portrayed as a journey of self-awareness, in the end. The main character comes to grips with who they really are, what they really have done, etc, and once they do that, they can acknowledge the true nature of the world around them. I remember reading an article in the Globe once about how movies were moving from the Freudian/Jungian ideas of psychoanalysis and the Subconscious to a more medical take your pills oriented idea of human psychology. (The article was comparing Good Will Hunting with As Good As it Gets). I beg to disagree. The only pills int these movies are the ones that send "Alice down the rabbit hole",and begin the psychological journey. These movies seem obsessed with our ability to fabricate our own illusions, dreams, and understanding of reality. They play on our fears of the mysteries of the subconscious, and the unconscious workings of our minds. How much could our desire for pleasure, or 'happiness' drive us to accept a reality created or facilitated for us by someone else. I also find it interesting the medium they have chosen to portray this. Film. So far still the best and most widely available form of escape from 'reality' into a world of someone else's creation for the purpose of our pleasure and 'happiness' at least for a couple of hours at a time. Anyone care to offer a comment?

Hey all! The weekend is finally winding down. Unfortunately I have to be at work an half hour early tomorrow. Arrg. Ah well. I am looking forward to Friday, my graduation. Somehow I just have this feeling that I have forgotten to do something vital, and I will get there and they won't let me up on stage or something. I went looking for something to wear today. I would really rather just wear one of the outfits I already have than spend another hundred dollars on something I will only be allowed to wear once. I love fancy clothes, don't get me wrong. And it was very nice of my mother to offer to buy whatever I picked out, but I would really rather have the money to indulge my extravagent tastes in Victorian dress, rather than a typical prom dress from Fairweather. It isn't that big a day anyway. Yah, five years of work, and I did do very well and all of that, but I am not getting any special awards for all of that, and really, almost everyone I went to school with has already graduated. Kind of sad really. I wish this had been a bit more like highschool, the same people to get to know and graduate with, but I had to work to pay for it, so I had to go part time after the first year or two, and so, I became more and more removed from university life and social events. I always envied my business roomies. They always seemed to have a tight knit class group, and lots of social events to go to that I did not. Ah well. I would have been a terrible business student. I never could understand how they did all those group projects. Give me my essays, and the odd presentation in partners, but no more. Well, I will be off to another school come September. Hopefully, the programme being so small, I will find a stronger sense of academic community there. Also, I will have the added advantage of no longer having to work low paying jobs to pay for my schooling. I will TA, and live on the fat of my scholarships. Hurray! I will still be a poor student, no doubt about that, but at least I will be a dedicated student, rather than student/coffee girl or student/nanny as I am now. TTFN