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Feb. 24th, 2007 05:13 pmI finished watching the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice last night and this morning. The second disc is definitely better than the first, and Mr. Darcy is much more likeable. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
holbytla, I was expecting more of the lake scene. All I could think of was how did the horse get to the other side of the lake so fast, and why is he jumping into the icky, murky pond instead of the other lake? Pemberly was quite beautiful in this version. Watching the movie, with all the trees and green hills, made me miss California. The desert is so brown. I liked the end of the movie, I loved how happy they were. Now I want to watch the other version again. I was thinking about the difference between the two. In the 2005 version, there's much more desperation and angst. I had an adjective to describe the 1995 version, but I forgot what it was.
Saturdays I go to the coffee shop. Usually I try to grade papers, but not today. Shoot, I need to start laundry. Anyway, I love wasting the hours away. I often wash dishes for Luis, the owner. Poor guy is stuck there from open to close on Saturdays.
This week was somewhat a waste in terms of school work. Monday was a holiday, and Friday was the Real Life Fair. The fair was excellent, and a great learning experience for the kids. I was exhausted after trying to help all the kids balance their budgets. The kids now see how a high school education alone won't really pay for everything in life, and they see how it is for parents. The kids...oh how they mess with my mind. Sometimes, they seem to do everything possible to misbehave. Other times, they are angels and I love talking to them. It seems when I attempt to teach them, a barrier of some sort goes up. I don't get it. Lately I've noticed this inherent distrust of anything I say. For example, I gave a grammar rule to help them recognize adverbs in a sentence. This one boy (who often questions me, but in an innocent way, not a making trouble way) asks "but what if it's not?" He just dumbfounded me. Why would I lie to him about it? Why don't they believe what I say? Sometimes I feel like I could tell them the sky is blue and they wouldn't believe me.
I got The Fray's cd. It's not as great as I thought, but I like it. I need to do chores, pick up my apartment, and grade papers. Oh, I love Saturdays.
holbytla, I was expecting more of the lake scene. All I could think of was how did the horse get to the other side of the lake so fast, and why is he jumping into the icky, murky pond instead of the other lake? Pemberly was quite beautiful in this version. Watching the movie, with all the trees and green hills, made me miss California. The desert is so brown. I liked the end of the movie, I loved how happy they were. Now I want to watch the other version again. I was thinking about the difference between the two. In the 2005 version, there's much more desperation and angst. I had an adjective to describe the 1995 version, but I forgot what it was. Saturdays I go to the coffee shop. Usually I try to grade papers, but not today. Shoot, I need to start laundry. Anyway, I love wasting the hours away. I often wash dishes for Luis, the owner. Poor guy is stuck there from open to close on Saturdays.
This week was somewhat a waste in terms of school work. Monday was a holiday, and Friday was the Real Life Fair. The fair was excellent, and a great learning experience for the kids. I was exhausted after trying to help all the kids balance their budgets. The kids now see how a high school education alone won't really pay for everything in life, and they see how it is for parents. The kids...oh how they mess with my mind. Sometimes, they seem to do everything possible to misbehave. Other times, they are angels and I love talking to them. It seems when I attempt to teach them, a barrier of some sort goes up. I don't get it. Lately I've noticed this inherent distrust of anything I say. For example, I gave a grammar rule to help them recognize adverbs in a sentence. This one boy (who often questions me, but in an innocent way, not a making trouble way) asks "but what if it's not?" He just dumbfounded me. Why would I lie to him about it? Why don't they believe what I say? Sometimes I feel like I could tell them the sky is blue and they wouldn't believe me.
I got The Fray's cd. It's not as great as I thought, but I like it. I need to do chores, pick up my apartment, and grade papers. Oh, I love Saturdays.
