I’ve never taken the girls to the movies at night before. We always go during school holidays, in the afternoon. But New Moon? Well that’s a film I had to see at night. I waited, two weeks to see it, so that we didn’t have to put up with stupid teenage girls with their stupid talking and giggling all through the movie. Anyway, I went in at lunch time to buy tickets for 8pm, I got back row seats almost directly in the middle and Extreme Screeeen. Oooh the loud and excitingly massive theatre! I like the back row, because people talking behind me irritate me way more than the people talking in front of me.
At least, that’s what I thought. Of course, the people sitting right in front of us were the most retarded bunch of girls ever. I swore. I did. And I was THIS close to kicking two of them in the back of the head. So apparently were the girls. Aleeya said “did you see me put my leg out?” To which I replied “I did!” And she said “that was me trying to kick their seats, but my legs weren’t long enough!” I do love my kids. They’re all kinds of wonderful. Aside from that, the did a really good job on the film. They did. No, really. It was very well done. So, why am I feeling let down?
It’s very hard to explain. Or maybe it isn’t. I want to be on the fence about which character I love, but I’m really not. I am an Edward girl, all the way. Jacob in this film, is fantastic. He’s deliciously muscular and half naked all the time and he smoulders. Also, his teeth just break my heart. Perfect. Truly and utterly perfect. He’s a great character, warm and sweet and delicioussss! But the real problem is, I don’t like Bella. I’ve never liked Bella. She is the worst Mary Sue character IN THE WORLD. Her only flaw is that she falls over. Uhm…everyone falls over. Oh and she gets paper cuts and hangs around with creatures that are way too strong and want to drink her delicious blood.
It’s sad when Edward leaves. But it’s not sad that he leaves Bella. It’s sad that he’s NO LONGER IN THE MOVIE!!! OH MY GOD!!! And when they bring him back? For goodness sake. Can’t we have him being the beautiful creature he is, rather than some morbid, yes okay fine – he looks like he’s dead and he should…since he is…but he is beautiful! And they do not make him beautiful! Also, not enough kissing…not enough Carlisle and definitely, definitely way too much Bella.
Sorry. It wasn’t my favourite book of the series, and while the special effects were very special, the movie did not meet my expectations. All you people out there squeeing over how awesome it was? You built up my excitement, and I’m not exactly sure I walked out feeling like it was a good reason to spend $40.
Next up? Zombieland! I won tickets today!! We’ve already seen it, but I tell you what, THAT is a film I would spend money on to see again. Luckily, I don’t have to! I highly recommend it, if you liked Shaun of Dead, you’ll like this one. The did an awesome job on it. And as much as I don’t want to admit it? I am, sadly…a fan of zombie movies. So excited to get to see it on the big screen! YAY!
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Posted on 27 November '09 by kelly, under Family, fangirl. 2 Comments.
You thought I missed a day and gave up on my blogging after only two days, didn’t you? Admit it. You know you did.
I haven’t. But! I really didn’t have a lot to say today. I did terribly boring things, like grocery shopping and dancing around my house, since, that’s the only place I really get to dance these days. Speaking of dancing, we’ve been watching Glee, which is perhaps the coolest show I’ve seen in a very long time. It makes me happy. And sad. And I laugh sometimes until I cry. I’m still in love with the little gay boy and his practicing the Single Ladies dance in his basement. It stuck. Ollie was hesitant to watch the show at all, and I had to get snappy at him. He loves it just as much as I do. My husband, is a total sucker for musicals and dance movies. Glee is like his number one show, I swear.
He’ll try to tell you its something manly, but you don’t have to believe him anymore, since I already told you what it truly is. So we watched that awhile ago, and it must have come on iTunes the other night, because, the next thing I know, Ollie is out on the balcony, Single Ladying. It really helped that Justin Timberlake also did it on Saturday Night Live that time. And so naturally, I had to join in. I was whipping his butt, right up until I tossed my head, and that’s when it all went downhill. I pulled something! It hurt for two days. TWO DAYS! The Single Ladies dance? It’s a killer. Siobhan was thoroughly impressed however. And I imagine our neighbours were too. Luckily it was light enough that we weren’t in the security light spotlight, because losing while you’re on the spot like that? Would have been completely embarrassing.
I’ve just hit 42k on my novel, and I think that means it’s time for bed!
xx
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Posted on 25 November '09 by kelly, under blogging, fangirl, life. 2 Comments.
Or rather, spiders.
You see internet, I am one of those girls who hyperventilates at the sight of spiders. I try very hard not to do this, because honestly? Have you seen spiders? They are TINY! Unless you’re in a crazy country like Australia, which by the way, I saw no spiders in thank god! But I can’t shake it. I forced myself to hold them for awhile, when I was pregnant with Siobhan, and I didn’t seem to mind them at all, but I think that’s because holding a spider seemed so much less daunting than holding a newborn baby. I was nineteen, trust me, it was daunting!
Anyway, last night we’re in bed, and Ollie is stubbornly reading and grunting at me every time I dare to strike up a conversation with him, I lay there and sigh and glance up at the roof, and helloooo nurse! Spider. It’s lurking in the corner where ceiling meets wall, with its little hard black body and its filthy eight leggedness and I’m hissing, and nudging my husband “Nobby! nobby look!” You have to say it quietly, just in case they hear. Spiders have an amazing sense of hearing you know. It heard me. Ollie grunted, and I’m almost whimpering as it turns around, very slowly and deliberately, and loses its footing. I KID YOU NOT! How can something with EIGHT legs lose its footing?!?! I’m shrieking and diving under the covers and he’s shouting at me about how I’m ruining his book!
I know right? I’m ruining his book? There’s a massive spider up there, as big as my thumbnail, sliding down the wall where it’s going to lay in wait so that it can leap into my mouth while I’m asleep and he’s telling me I’m ruining his book!!! So I stay very still, with just my eyes showing, making sure that creature stays exactly where it is, and he finally claps his book shut and with a sigh of annoyance gets out of the bed. He picks up his bookmark and a baseball cap and I’m comptely confused. “What are you doing? You’re just as scared of it as I am!” “No I’m not, it’s to catch it incase it falls.” He replies, standing up on the bed, fully nude, all stretched up there trying to catch a spider.
Eventually he gets rid of the cap and just uses his hands. I’m admiring his butt, which from that angle was worthy of the comparison to Michelangelo’s David, and he finally catches it. Drops it, internet….and flails all around the place recatching it and doing his best not to let it scramble right up his arm into his hair. But the most fun, was watching him toss it out the window. You see, the latch at the top, really is at the top and our bedroom faces straight out onto the road. He was torn between stretching up and being caught by passersby or ducking down and not being able to open the window. In the end stretching up to open the window won out and he finally managed to flick the demon out the window, however, the wind last night was massive! I’m surprised the spider made it out the window, without being blown straight back in again. It was, great.
Remind me to tell you about the time he ran outside in my pink bathrobe.
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Posted on 24 November '09 by kelly, under blogging, life, love. 9 Comments.
For you my sister! I’ll try to write more here. This is the end of the first part of my story (please be gentle people. Right now I’m just concentrating on getting it written, so the format is pretty crap):
The repercussions of having not only left the Circle, but also endangering not only himself, but Jimmy, by putting themselves in a situation that could have had them seen, was of course brought to the High Chancellor’s attention. Pádraig and his father were summoned along with Jimmy and his parents to the castle where they were questioned for several hours by the High Chancellor and the Court of Sidhe. Each breed was represented on the council, and Ignatius’s long standing friend Oilithir was the leprechaun representative. He was very close in age to Ignatius, his skin warm and yellow as rich as melted butter or the sun upon his rainbow. His hair was the same buttery colour, and sat around his face in messy tight curls. He was almost childlike in look, but his clear light blue eyes held the memories of the ancients. He sat upon the council and the weight of judging his friend’s child weighed heavily upon his heart. Abán stood and called the room to order. Everyone stood with him, including Jimmy and his parents. “This day, we are gathered to judge the story of Pádraig and Jimmy. Two young leprechauns who saw fit to leave the safety of the circle, without their parents, or our permission, endangering not only their lives, but our position upon the fields of Connemara. A place, so secret, few mortals have ever found their way to the stone gates we have put in place to warn them away.” He said, and then, everyone took their seats. Jimmy and Pádraig, dared not to look at one another at all. “We have heard the story,” Abán continued, “and now we must make our decision.” He said. Leaning back slightly, watching the four leprechauns in front of him, and the wild eyed angry banshee who sat with her jaw as tightly set as stone.
Oilithir was the first to speak after this. It was his decision as a fellow leprechaun which would seal the boys’ fate. It was perhaps a good thing for everyone involved that Oilithir and Ignatius had grown up together and shared many of their own adventures. He stood out of his chair and sighed, turning his gaze upon the boys who were fidgeting and clearly nervously awaiting their fate. “Exposing oneself to a mortal being is a very dangerous thing to do. It places risk not only upon oneself, but upon the rest of us as well. The danger for a leprechaun is great – as we all know. Mortals eager for wealth and youth are always on the lookout for our kind.” He said. His voice smooth and commanding, while he explained what it was the boys were in trouble for. They had heard it many times already, but that did not stop them from glancing down at their hands while the leprechaun spoke. “It is lucky for us, that neither of these boys have yet learned how to uncover themselves and did not accidently do so, in a time of stress. This however, does not make what they did, any less foolish or dangerous.” He said. His eyes turning to both the fathers while he spoke. “Therefore,” he continued, “The boy Pádraig, and the boy James, are hereby disallowed to leave the Circle for any matter – even to visit their father’s rainbows, for the next one hundred years.”
Pádraig glanced up from his seat; his mouth fell open and snapped shut again. A hundred years? It wasn’t that long in the scheme of things, he was already 423, but those 423 years certainly felt like a long time to a boy who was the equivalent of a 12 year old. In one hundred years, Pádraig would be a man. He would have reached sexual maturity. He would be only a few years off being given his own rainbow, and his banshee wife. What was the point of living if he was locked away in this kingdom during the best part of his life? One hundred years. He would never change after that date; he would look the same forever. He was devastated. Angry tears welled at the corners of his eyes, but he held them back. No sense in crying over something you can’t stop from happening. There was nothing for it, he knew that. His sentence had been cast, and considering the many sentences that he could have been given, this one truly was one of the kinder ones. Or at least, it was for someone who had no call to leave the circle and learn more about his mortal mother’s ways. That was what killed him. He knew they’d given this sentence to him because it was the worst thing they could possibly do to him. His father pulled him to his feet and he looked straight ahead, his own jaw set stubbornly, looking upon the men who had placed his punishment on him. His eyes shone, but aside from this, there was nothing else that showed just how much this sentence had affected him. Abán looked down upon them, Oilithir at his side. “Your punishment has been set. Go now, and spend your time wisely. Do not let me find you back within our bad graces again.” He said, and the five of them were dismissed.
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Posted on 23 November '09 by kelly, under prose and writing. 2 Comments.
I stayed in one place for too long,
Gotta get on the run again.
I saw the one thing that I want,
Hell bent, get outta bed.
I’m throwing rocks at your window
You’re tying the bed sheets together.
They say we are dreaming too big
I say this town’s too small
Dream
Send me a sign
Turn back the clock
Give me some time.
I need to break out
And make a new name
Let’s open our eyes
To the brand new day
It’s the brand new day
I’ve taken hits like a brawler,
But I’m getting back up again.
And from the moment I saw her,
I was hell bent with heaven sent.
I’m throwing rocks at your window,
We’re leaving this place together…
They say that we’re flying too high,
Well get used to looking up!
Dream
Send me a sign
Turn back the clock
Give me some time
I need to break out
And make a new name
Let’s open our eyes
To the brand new day
It’s the brand new day
It’s the brand new day
I know it’s the brand new day
Come on to the brand new day
I know it’s the brand new day
– Ryan Star.
It’s a brand new day, and time to breathe life back into my writing. I’ll be back, soon.
xx
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Posted on 1 October '09 by kelly, under blogging, life. 3 Comments.
