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I’m currently suffering from a cold, much to my annoyance. I hate colds with a passion. As do most people, I suppose. Usually the only redeeming feature about having a cold is being able to curl up on the sofa all day and watch trashy television, while being snuggled under a blanket. But due to the lack of sofas in our house in Brighton, I’ve had to sit on a garden chair. Yes, a garden chair. Not the height of comfort or style, I’m sure you’ll agree, but it’s all we’ve got so I had to deal with it.

All that, however, is besides the point. The point is that I watched 2 episodes of Sex and the City this evening. I’d never seen it before I returned to Brighton, and have now seen 5 or 6 episodes. I quite like it, in a mind-numbing trashy chick TV sort of way. But I think that’s all it’s meant to be, so it’s okay.

The episode that I just watched featured Carrie and Mr Big having an argument about Big going to Paris, and then Big turning up at Carrie’s door later that evening and sweeping her off to the bedroom to ‘make love’ (her words, not mine). Does this happen in real life? I’ve pondered this before, after I read Forever in Blue, the last in Ann Brashare’s Travelling Pants series of books. Unfortunately, I can’t remember what happened to make me ponder this back then, but I think it had something to do with Lena and Kostos, and the fact that they both happened to turn up at their secret meeting place in the middle of the night. It all seems so romantic and wonderful, yet also highly improbable. I’ve never met a male that I think would do such a thing. Although maybe the idea is that the most unlikely person would do it, and therefore you’d be even more swept off your feet. I’m not sure.

I do confess to once driving to someone’s (yes, that someone was male) house in the middle of the night in order to talk out an argument with them, since arguing with them via MSN was making matters worse. I’d like to say that my act of sheer dramatic-ness solved all our problems, but it didn’t. Maybe it did for that evening, but it didn’t solve anything in the long term. Besides, I didn’t go to be romantic. I went because I was pissed off. I’m not sure that’s how this whole ‘turning up on the doorstep/at the same place’ thing works.

Being quite stereotypically girly when it comes to matters of romance (though only some matters, and I hate to admit even that much, so I suppose I can’t be too bad about it), I love the idea of someone realising that they love me and turning up on my doorstep to confess their love to me. Or even just to have sex with me, I’m not that choosy. But will it ever happen to me? Are the people who write these things in fiction basing them on real life, or what they’d like to have happen in their real life? Surely it must have happened to someone, somewhere, at some point in the history of the world? And if that is the case, what’s to stop it happening to me one day?

So, love of my life, if you’re out there and reading this, feel free to come and knock on my door. I’ll be waiting for you.

I recorded this yesterday, but forgot to post it here. Silly me!

When I was in Canda, I bought a fife, and attempted to learn to play Yankee Doodle on it. I managed to get “Yankee doodle went to town, riding on a po - “, but that’s as far as I got. I didn’t practise for ages, and have now completely lost the ability to make a decent sound come out of the thing, Goddamnit. So I’m taking it back to Brighton with me and shall annoy my housemates with my attempts to play. Excellent.

Also, I’m confused about this whole ‘the world’s going to end’ thing. Should the world have ended by now, if it was going to end? Or are we safe? Because I’m having my hair cut this afternoon and if the world really is going to end, I’d like it to be after I’ve had my hair cut, so at least my life will have ended with my having tidy hair.
Of course, the world NOT ending is preferable. I quite want to carry on living, kthanx.

While I was in Disneyland Paris this week, I observed that there were LOADS of couples around. Seriously, they were everywhere. And they reinforced what I’ve pretty much always known … I hate public displays of affection (or PDAs, if you’re getting acronym-y).

When I was little, and my parents would hold hands, I used to get so upset about it that they had to stop. That’s not really normal for a child, is it? I’ve no idea why I got so upset about it. Maybe I was selfish and wanted them to be holding my hand instead, I’m not sure.  But seeing them showing any affection for each other always freaked me out.

I’m not as bad any more, obviously, but I still have to divert my eyes away if I see couples kissing in public. There’s something about it that makes me feel uncomfortable. It’s as if I’m innocently looking around and have intruded upon this really private moment. I just don’t understand how they can be so fine with kissing someone else, while they’re in a middle of a crowd of people, any number of whom could be watching them.

Now, if they’re happy, I’m happy for them. But there’s some things that I don’t care to see. Holding hands is fine. A peck on the lips is fine, too, I suppose (as long as it’s not in the middle of the queue for a ride, because really, keep your eye on the queue and keep moving!), but seriously, no one wants to see you shove your tongue down your significant other’s throat. We really don’t.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, no, I don’t like being one of the two PDA-ing any more than I like seeing people PDA-ing. I have actually run away from someone trying to kiss me in public. Which probably made the situation worse, but still …

In other news … I’m going back to Brighton on Friday! *does a little dance*

Apparently, Aaron Sorkin is going to be writing a film about Facebook and its founders.

Aaron Sorkin, for the horribly ignorant, is the creator of The West Wing (and Sports Night, and Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. But no one’s heard of the former and the latter flopped spectacularly). He is a genius, and I’m a bit in love with him.

I’m not quite sure how interesting a film about Facebook could actually BE, but whatevz. Aaron Sorkin’s writing it, so it’s going to be full of quick-fire dialogue and - hopefully - people talking while walking. Excellent.

More info (from BBC News)
Facebook group

While my mother and I were National Trust property visiting the other day, we saw a Victoria (does that need a capital V? Idk) sponge in a tea room at one of them, and my mother became slightly obsessed with having one. So today, I made a Victoria sponge. It’s still cooling, though, so I’ve no clue whether it turned out to be any good. Which kind of makes this story somewhat pointless.

I want a new layout for this journal. Even though the header of this one’s pretty, I don’t really like the entry format.

… okay, so, remember this post? Well, another coincedence just occurred. There I was, typing about how I want a new journal for this layout, and generally doing a post, which isn’t something I do all that often. And then Daniel starts speaking to me on MSN about this very blog. How strange.

Though, to quote Gibbs (from NCIS. Seriously guys, watch more TV); “I don’t believe in coincedences.”
Actually, I do, but it was a good excuse to quote Gibbs, and one should never turn down the opportunity to quote Gibbs.

I’m rambling. I’ll shut up now.

Wait, no, one more thing: I’ve just listened to Panic at the Disco’s second album, and hi, WHAT? They take out the ! from their name and suddenly they’re all serious and have a folk sounding song? What’s going on with the world?

Okay, I’m shutting up now. I have to go and convince my mother that sweetcorn is better than baked beans.

I quite want to do a video blog entry, but there’s about 5 people in my house right now (builders/plasterers/electricians), so I’m not going to.
Instead, I’m going to do a quiz thingy.

(oh, and that’s another thing that sucks about WordPress - I have no idea how to change the text for the cut link. Or how to close the cut to write something else after it)

Continue reading ‘Bolding.rgb’

… that WordPress sucks.

Really, what kind of site makes it difficult to post a picture with words underneath without screwing up the whole formatting of the page? Maybe I need a new layout, but, uh, I don’t have a clue how to change the layout.

LiveJournal FTW.

While I was at Gardener’s World Live yesterday, I saw a brilliant sign that I just HAD to take a photo of:

Really, you’d think the NEC/Gardener’s World might have got someone with the ability to spell to do their signage. There were loads of those signs dotted around the place, all with that incorrect spelling. Ugh.

I want to meet whoever edited that sign and shake their hand.

From IMDb:

The Walt Disney company believes in fairies. Tinker Bell, who was represented as merely a beam of light in the original J.M. Barrie play Peter Pan and later became a full-fledged character (whose life is saved when the audience shouts “I believe in fairies”) is about to star in four direct-to-DVD movies. The studio on Tuesday announced plans to issue a Tinker Bell movie each year through 2011, beginning with Tinker Bell in October of this year, followed by Tinker Bell: North of Never Land in 2009; Tinker Bell: A Midsummer Storm in 2010; and Tinker Bell: A Winter Story in 2011. Disney said in a statement that the movies will be released in Blu-ray and DVD but gave few other details.

I really don’t understand Disney’s obsession with Tinker Bell. Yes, she’s a small and cute pixie/fairy, and she makes for a good icon for the company because of how she looks (except when she’s played by a man with a moustache … but that’s another issue entirely), but her character is … well, she’s a bitch. She’s selfish, obsessed with Peter Pan, and tries to kill Wendy. Admittedly, Wendy is a whiny little girl but she doesn’t deserve all of the hatred that Tinker Bell piles onto her.

Oh well, at least they’re only direct to DVD releases.

EDIT: On a totally and completely unrelated note,  I actually like a band that Daniel recommended to me. Oh dear.

In my American History seminar today, Richard mentioned that Abraham Lincoln was a rail splitter. Which reminded me of this brilliant sketch by Bob Newhart. Amazingly, they have it on YouTube. It’s a one-sided conversation between a man on the phone to Abraham Lincoln just before the Gettysburg Address. Sounds strange? Yes, but listen to it. It’s brilliance.

And if you find that amusing, his Driving Instructor sketch is definitely worth a listen as well. My mother and I quote it far too often.