Went to see Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow at the Alamo Drafthouse at midnight last night. David Smeltzer snuck me in, and then he, Arvind, and Lea stole my queso. A good time was had by all. Sky Captain is every bit as campy as it looks, but also enjoyable. The words “Sky Captain” are in the movie maybe twice, and “World of Tomorrow” once, which is a good thing, because they’re stupid words. I don’t think Gwyneth Paltrow and Jude Law have any chemistry, but of course they are still nice to look at. It’s interesting that Sky Captain is so noir (dark colors, washed out, slightly bleeding edges, dark lipstick) but feels like complete camp, never really scary (except for the cancerous Yoda, ew) while The Royal Tenenbaums, a fantastic movie, is shot in bright colors, though the characters never smile.

Georgetown tournament ate my Thursday through Saturday, and now I am trying to slog through my history paper. I need something to be happy about, nowadays — Frontage Roads is tainted because I don’t, in fact, rule it (sigh), debate makes me too crazy. I couldn’t help crying yesterday when we lost a round to a stupid Fem IR kritik to some bad debaters on several consecutive, easily avoidable mistakes. Thankfully, we broke anyway, (”That’s it, I am now religious,” I told Allen) and then dropped in quarters to the team that won the tournament — a disappointment, but it felt like a victory after expecting not to break to elimination rounds at all. I feel smarter but bad at debate. I think the intelligent thing to do now would be to either a) drop this Alexander complex and stop whinging about never succeeding at anything or b) actually succeed at something.