After class today I booked it to the library (ha, booked it) to get some work done on historical methods. I love libraries, except when I have to root around through the sections that I really dislike, like the oddly specific reference books that I had to comb through today. I got the part of the assignment I needed to complete finished though, and so that's at least part of it off my mind. I'll probably wrap up the rest of it tomorrow, it just involves a lot of printing.
I went and saw Scott Pilgrim vs. The World tonight, which was a fantastic and entertaining film, and a nice way to cap off my week. Still--every time I see a movie, I walk out of the theater with a gnawing sense of sadness. No matter how funny, or how amazing, a film is, I always end up with that feeling in the bottom of my heart. I think it's a result of the fact that I hate to leave the world I've slipped so easily into--I hate to have to come back to a sometimes less-than-stellar reality when for two or three hours I could so easily escape somewhere full of people I wanted to know.
I really am an escapist at heart, I guess. Maybe that's a bad thing, but I turn a lot of things into escapism: film, reading, writing, music. It's my way of combating the shit that gets thrown at me over and over again as I shamble on through this life, whether it's heaven or hell I'm stumble through at any given time. I just retreat back to the places that I know I can find a solace easily: like arms that I lean into at the end of a long day, fiction--art, really, in the end--is one of my lovers.
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