It’s over…

The last 3 3/4 months went by in a blink of an eye.

Final week is done. The first semester is over.

I have no clue about my grades and I think I shouldn’t even care. It will be fine, but will I be fine? This last week took a lot of energy out of me. I didn’t sleep much (none of us did), there had to be so many things finished and we had to prep for several final exams. Everyone had a meltdown, only I didn’t have one. Or so I thought. Today after our last final exam (and last class for this semester), on my way home in the car, and after all the pressure was finally released, I turned into a sobbing bundle of sadness.

It took me a bit to contain myself, but once I recovered, I said, F.U. (which we all know stands for Fair Use), and drove out to Disneyland to see the Fireworks (and to blast music in the car on my way out and back to numb my brain).

This week will be about watching all the movies that I missed.

I already started. Friday “A Quiet Place” (Brilliant, especially the Sound Edit), Saturday “Deadpool 2” (Lots of references and it takes some time to get going. Great one nonetheless) and “Life of the Party” (Sorry Melissa, but this movie is just crap. I still love you), Sunday “2001 A Space Odyssey” in re-printed 70 mm at the Arclight Hollywood Dome (just amazing, and so great to hear the Blue Danube Waltz so far away from home). Thank you Christopher Nolan (who was there) and Warner Bros.

Aliens – A Story about Love?

I think I suddenly see Aliens (the movie) in a whole new light. Is it really about horror or about killing to stay alive? Or is it a metaphor about love? The feelings you have in your tummy, the knot, the butterflies, the airplanes, aren’t these the Aliens we sometimes have to fight? You cringe every single time, want to keep them at bay, but it’s so hard. They want to come out, if you want it or not, and they can kill you, or at least drive you nuts for a while.

And what’s up with the flamethrower in a confined space with people around? How unsafe was this set? Crazy pants!

Me, a few years back. What does it have to do with Aliens you ask? Nothing. Though I feel like I am harboring an Alien right now.

Me, a few years back. What does it have to do with Aliens you ask? Nothing… I guess.