Routine Structure

I can't stand when people talk in the cinema. And that certainly makes me a hypocrite, I know, since I do it. But I don't have full-on conversations. I also whisper. And most times, I turn my phone off. At the very, very least, I put it on vibrate, and usually, I turn it on silent completely so not even a vibrate can interfere.
I saw Black Swan this evening, and it was the one film I have seen recently that I least expected to have annoying people in the cinema. My friend and fellow cinema-goer commented on this as soon as the film finished. I suppose it's our narrow-minds, but why would a bunch of ill-educated chavs wants to see Black Swan? Well, I don't know they're ill-educated. But they were late for the film, they talked like they were black when they were white, and laughed at the masturbation scenes. Maybe ill-educated, definitely immature.

*Rant over *

Lately I have been pondering a great deal on structure and routine. A friend of mine I went to lunch with said that she had had a lot of days off work, and this sudden change in/lack of routine was probably why she felt a bit miserable. I can understand this. I don't like not being busy, for a start, which is why my To Do lists are endless, and I don't particularly like not having a routine. I have learned to be quite flexible in changes to said routine. But I don't like when I don't have one at all.
This need for structure permeates my working and personal life. I like knowing when I'm working, I like knowing what needs to be done. It's the same in my personal life. I like having things planned in advance, I'm not hugely spontaneous, but on Saturday I surprised myself by just grabbing some DVDs and driving over to a friend's house even though I'd already been up to London that day, and he'd invited me round only 2 hours before (I had to get home from London first!).
The need for structure is why I have things written in my filofax, my work diary, on my wall planner, and sometimes even in my phone. It's the reason I have made 10 New Year's Resolutions, and January goals too.

So far I am doing okay with my resolutions & goals. I have achieved all but one of my January goals, but this weekend, as my last opportunity, will be the time I do it. I've started working towards some resolutions, and not others. I'm feeling positive about all of them though.

I don't tend to get things done if I don't have goals and structure. Sure I'd still do things, but they'd be just that, things. I'd watch films, play games, maybe read. I'd probably eat more. I like to be so busy I don't have time to eat much (that's not a very healthy attitude I'm aware but I always do eat, I get hungry quite easily). I just wouldn't do things that helped me, that helped me develop or grow. I wouldn't get things done that would get me anywhere.

And I want to go somewhere.

Simon Cowell is God.

A remark I made today at the car boot sale I was selling at led my mother to think I had a crush on him. I don't, it's just that I am acutely aware of just how powerful the man is.
According to wikianswers, he's worth £112 million.
Although the Daily Mail, quoting from the Sunday Time's Rich List, claims it is £165million.

Is it wrong of someone like myself to wish to possess such fortune and wealth? Ultimately, money is often respect. And I do crave respect.

My mother has also seen fit to get behind Ann Widdecombe (not literally) in her latest pursuit of Strictly Come Dancing success. Also, she is anti Paul Daniels, because of his & his wife's current outing on a marriage behind the scenes show, and Gavin Henson, because we should be behind "our Charlotte". (we're not Welsh, we've never met her, so I'm not sure how she's "our" Charlotte, except that she's also female.)

I went to see Buried at the cinema on Thursday. Claustrophobic doesn't even describe it. It's really very good. The editing, and the camera work, and the acting and storyline all pull together and allow for the coffin-location not to get boring. Although the frustration you of course feel for the character Paul can be nowhere near the the frustration he feels. And the near-elation at the end when you so desperately hope it'll work out ok, but deep down you know it can't happen, met my expectations.
I can't see how it will do well in DVD sales though. Possibly it'll find a market in Ryan Reynolds fans, those who didn't make it to see it at the cinema, and those who quite like the knew genre of Iraq/Afghanistan war films, that focus on the mental and psychological effects of war, as opposed to the action and the death.
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