Hee. Today has been a great day!

I gave one of my friends a belated birthday present today and she liked it, I think. I like giving gifts. Actually I think I like the relief that follows giving a present.

I also got my copy of the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth back from a friend. Which means, I can have a marathon. Woohoo! I could also watch the Keira Knightly version afterwards. The problem is finding time to watch it now that school has started back up.

Anyway, I also got an Official Las Vegas Tournament Chip from another friend. At least, that’s what it says. I’m not exactly sure whether it’s telling the truth or not. Either way it looks pretty.

Lastly, but definately not least-ly, I got something in the mail. My lovely Aunt sent me her copy of the book “The Jane Austen Book Club”. I can’t wait to read it, and then watch the new movie.

AND…

Guess what else I got!

 My copy of the COMPLETE series of Veronica Mars! I’m so excited. I’m allowed to watch them after school tomorrow. I can’t wait. I’ve got this really goofy smile on my face right now.

Are year 7 always this reluctent to open their mouths. I’m sure I wasn’t like that.

Although, that could be because I kinda hated primary school…

Sorry, I started from the middle so you might not know what I’m talking about. My friends and I had our first official day as Peer Support Leaders and it looks like most of us had fun. It was hard though.

None of them wanted to talk or contribute at all. I guess they were really nervous or something, but they just didn’t seem to want to be there. It was really frustrating, like trying to get blood out of a stone, and stones don’t bleed! I’m probably not being really empathetic but hey, what can you do? I mean, I’ve been throught exactly what they’ve been through twice! *sigh* At least I have a week before I see them again. Hopefully they’ll get settled in and be comfortable, perhaps comfortable enough to

In other news, I saw most of my friends today and T-mash (one of my frequent readers and best friends) even got me a souvenir, the same day that her postcard from New Zealand finally arrived. I guess post from NZ to Australia is really slow.

Anyway, T-mash was thoughtful enough to include a stamp of the Giant Jersey in NZ. On the wall in the World Record Holder for the biggest jersey. Well those of you who know me, know I knit. Do you think I can beat that? Take a look -

http://www.giantjersey.co.nz/

Our Last Day Of Freedom

And I’m stuck at home with a cold. Tomorrow we head back to school to torture *ahem*, I mean guide our Year 7 Peer Support Group. And I’m not prepared. Which means, I shall be as nervous as they will be.

Today wasn’t a complete waste though. Mum and I sorted through all of our old videos, in preparation for the fact that I will be taping lots of tv because my HSC begins at the end of next year and my parent will be bugging and nagging me, thus, I shall have to stop procrastinating (which is a shame because I do it so well).

Anyway, I also spent about an hour singing to the movie Chicago (it’s so much fun, just do it when no one else is around).

After that I watched Robin Hood: Men In Tights. In my opinion, it is one of the best movies of all time. So much fun, great jokes and a good place to learn about breaking the fourth wall. Besides that it starts Cary Elwes (who’s in the Princess Bride) and it’s got a really cute character: Will Scarlett O’Hara (he’s from Georgia).

I think I’m afraid of telephones or perhaps I’m allergic…

Either way, I tend to avoid telephones at all costs, which is why, if you are a friend of mine, you never actually hear from me unless you call first.

I think this fear stems from the fact that I can’t smile at the person on the other end. You see if I could it would make it so much easier to recover from saying something stupid. Something like “Can you find me help a DVD”…which I just so happened to say twice.

Or maybe it’s because I never know what to talk about, then directly after the awkward hanging up (”ok, bye. yeah, bye. bye. oh wait did you remember to….ok then, bye.” which also happens on msn and I like to avoid at all costs) I always remember four things i neeeded or wanted to ask the person who I just cut off mid sentance (like I said, avoid saying goodbye).

I actually a little mad that I’m kinda afraid of telephones (called Telephonophobaia) I definatly doesn’t sound as cool at Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (the fear of long words. Hee.) or Luposlipaphobia — the fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly-waxed floor (from Gary Larson in the cartoon series The Far Side). Also Hee.

Now because I know you want to go out at find out out the technical name for your fear, take a look at this site.

http://phobialist.com/

I am incredibly angry with cheese, also with my parents, but mostly with cheese

I am so very angry with cheese that you could say that I am cheesed off! I know, I know, but it’s not exactly my fault…well, maybe it is…I blame cheese…for the fact that I can make terrible (yet rather clever) jokes, while retaining my facade of righteous anger.

There is a reason for this hatred of dairy products. See, I was all ready for dinner, and I found some meatballs in the fridge (leftover from our weekly pasta night, I’m half Italian, and sadly that about as close as I get to my heritage). I was going to make meatballs with cheese.

*insert dramatic music here*

The cheese smelt funny….

I know when cheese smells funny, I normally like cheese, all kinds, even blue cheese…

But because I’m a little slow (not all the time), I decided to make the toasted sandwich. I mentioned in passing to my Mum that it smelt funny and…she turned ‘Psycho’ on me. You know, Hitchcock.

So, she pulled the cheese out of it’s blue and white packaging and…lo and behold….a gigantic green patch of mould…Oh yay!

So I’m sure for the next week or so I will be avoiding cheese. Don’t blame me if I’m irritable…I’m going through cheese withdrawl.

Movie Mayhem

Titles are getting harder to think of…but that doesn’t really matter because I’m eating a peanut butter cookie.

So, first of all Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year (belated as it may be). I hope everyone got something they wanted or got something that they can trade for something they wanted or that someone close to them got something you wanted that they will lend you.

Right, so, over the past couple of weeks I have been to see a few movies. And because I like to give all movies credit they sometimes deserve, I plan on writing these fully. But, because I’m feeling pretty lazy and the show I’m watching is very absorbing, these are probably gonna be really short review-ish things.

The first I went to go see was “Atonement” with a friend and her mum sister. You might know the one - Keira Knightly and James McAvoy and Romola Garai. Here it is then. It was really interesting trying to figure out what happens. I loved it. So heartbreaking and emotional. The way it was shot, with replays. The lighting and the plot. Wow!

 Now see, that was uncomfortable…by the way, if you haven’t noticed already, I kinda gush a little. I would have something more interesting to say ususally, but since I’m a fantastic person and don’t really enjoy telling the ends of movies to other people (mostly because I’m not that great at telling them…), most of the time it’s going to be like. Watch out for this expression and this was a great quote (insert quote here) and I want to do that/go there and well usually lots of different ways so saying “it was fantastic”. By the way, I usually like all movies…so you might wanna go check them out yourself instead of trusting me, although, if I say a movie is bad….or bad-ish, it probably is…

Onto the next movie: “The Golden Compass”. YAY! Sorry, I get a little excited when books I like are made into movies. I was a bit disappointed about the fact that they changed some of the story, but hey, until I am voted Queen of the Whole Universe (not just Queen of my Many and Varied Fantasy Lands), I’m not really gonna have a say in that. Overall, I liked it.

It had Daniel Craig (who I love, partly because he’s Bond and partly because I liked him before he became Bond, when he was in Arcangel, a very little known made for tv production which was awesome) as well as Nicole Kidman (who confuses me a little, but that happens quite a lot anyway) and this adorable little girl who played Lyra called Dakota Blue Richards (which is definately a mouthful). Now, I think everyone should go off and read the book, but only after you finish reading this post, ok?

The next movie! It’s Enchanting, it’s “Enchanted” (sorry, couldn’t help myself). This movie is very funny and it just makes me want to watch it again. Ok, some of the highlights: Patrick Dempsey (a.k.a. McDreamy a.k.a. The Man With Great Hair) sings! That alone makes me happy! But combine that with the fact that James Marsden plays an absolutely clueless Prince, and Timothy Spall is in it (most of you would know him from the Harry Potter movies, Wormtail anyone?) and there is singing and suppossedly spontaneus dancing as well as the fact that it references as well as makes fun of a lot of past Disney princess movies.

I’ve just looked back on this post, and am hoping that you will forgive me for my excessive use of both the word “and” and parenthesis (see I can use it’s proper name).

So before you run away screaming or repeatedly hit your head on the closest hard surface as a result of that, I have special news.

Tonight I shall be going to see an advance screen of the movie “27 Dresses”. It should be fun. For those you you who don’t aldready know this, it stars Katherine Heigl and James Marsden (who seems to be trying to appear in a movie with all the cast members of Grey’s Anatomy, not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’ll like him anyway.)

Broken Bones, Babies and…Poker?

Aren’t you proud of me because of my alliteration? I can tell you are…

So while my brother was at his martial arts class, he landed weirdly after jumping of a beam. So weirdly in fact, that he managed to break, sorry fracture (my brother doesn’t like the word break), a bone in his foot. So while my parents head off to the hospital, I spent an hour or two surfing youtube.

On the way I find Elmo and poker.

I’m sure my closest friends know that I like Elmo, what’s not to like, he’s cute and red and furry. And he’s funny as well. So, somehow, I got from Elmo to Poker…don’t ask me how, I think it’s just the way my mind works.

So because I’ve been sick and haven’t really gone anywhere, I’ve been watching ‘High Stakes Poker’ on youtube. It’s funny and I love it. It also helps that they are playing poker. Watching their poker faces is the best thing to do in between filling tissues with…well let’s not go there, ok?

Well, I guess you’re wondering about the babies part of this post. It turns out that one of my aunt’s is three months pregnant with her third child and that another aunt’s sister is four months preganant with her first child. So June and July of next year is going to be very exciting. And who knows, I might get a few babysitting jobs. YAY!

This Is What I want my Wedding to be Like…

The Women in my Family Can be Complete Bitches

You know how guys have this inbuilt sense…Don’t ask her how much she weighs, don’t comment on her weight, and don’t even think about her weight. Well, apparently this doesn’t come inbuilt to women, especially my relatives.

Yep, that’s right. So far, including today, three of my female blood relatives have had the audacity to comment on my weight. First of all, I’d like to point out that I AM NOT  OVERWEIGHT. At this point in time, I am quite happy with how much I weigh (in other words, I don’t actually know how much I weigh). Besides, even if I am, it’s not entirely my fault. If you’ve seen my family, well, on my mum’s side I’m Italian and on my dad’s side, I’m Canadian, and If you we to actually look at every member of my family, at least half are overweight and all the women extremely buxom (I think it’s a good word, don’t you? Buxom. hehe.) so genetics play a part.

Aside from that, I am the oldest granchild of my Australian family and thus the first to go through puberty, yet I’m still being compared to my stick-thin cousins who are only 11 and 8. Not really helpful.

And then there is my dancing. I do ballet and have been doing ballet for the past almost 8 years. So I get compared to the girls who go to dancing, most of whom are stick-thin. So far, mosty things seen stacked against me.

So what did they say?

My grandmother, sweet old Italian lady she is, decided that although my brother has a beer gut (and he’s not even old enough to drink beer) she would pick on me for my “lack” of exercise. The fact that I do at least 5 hours of ballet and sport in school didn’t really make an impression it seems.

My lovely mother, who has decided that because she is a size smaller than me (and about 10-20cm shorter) she has the right to judge me. Let’s take a look shall we. Yesterday I was at my darling grandmother’s house and she was going around offering chocolates to the rest of my family. As I turned mime down (and my grandmother said good) my mother reassured my Nonna that “she won’t starve”. Good family times eh?

Last, but definately not least is my aunt, who after dropping her two youngest children off at my place for my mum and I to take care of her, was offered by my mother some of my old clothes. The first piece of almost horrifying clothing was a leopard print skirt with pink beads on the bottom (which I had sadly worn to one of my year six ceremonies). After being informed by my mum that it no longer fitted me (with no mention of the fact that the last time I wore it was four years ago, and that it wasn’t tight, it was just to short for me to wear without looking like a hooker) my aunt assured me that when I lost weight and became thin, it would be waiting for me at her place. Ignoring my death stares, but acknowledging the fact that I had responded with “I don’t need to lose weight” her reply was, well then don’t.

See everyone, I’m not crazy because I’m crazy, I’m crazy because this is my family.

So, because almost everyone has been attacking me on my weight, this has become my standard reply (be warned, I actually stole this off a Kaz Cooke book, who is a brilliant and hilarious author):

Well, I’d prefer not to look like a seven year old all my life.

The Kittens

My cousins’ cat had kittens and I really want one…or two. The problem is that my Dad is allergic, so I’ve been trying to prove that his allergies  aren’t that bad and that they can be reduced, which I’m sure they can.

If we get the cat, then it will probably be on outside cat, which is a real disappointment to me, cause I love animals…

So for your viewing pleasure here are some of the pictures I took on my last visit.

By the way, the one I want is the grey one. He’s so gorgeous.

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