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 In Bruges = depressing as Hell. I don’t get why it was classified as a comedy. Yes, it was black, but it was not comedic. I regret getting it out. Blazing Saddles, on the other hand, was interesting. I’ve got the song French Mistake stuck in my head. For those who don’t know, this was pretty much the first movie that was a spoof. It was created by (who else) Mel Brooks.

Lady GaGa is kind of crass. Liked her first single Just Dance; the lyrics were okay, but the music was great, even if the film clip was dubious. I didn’t mind the second single Poker Face until it was played more times than I’ve had hot meals. Third single Eh Eh (Nothing Else I can Say) was meh. And then I hear the fourth- Love Game. The music is great. But it contains the lyrics “I wanna take a ride on your disco stick”. I mean, seriously? No, right now, I like the song Waking up in Vegas by Katy Perry. For those who like a decent spoof, however, someone did a version of Poker Face called Butterface. As in “her body’s fantastic, but her face…”. Also, would it really kill her to wear pants and not leotards for once? I don’t normally bitch, but seriously, she probably has enough money to buy proper clothes. If she’s not careful, she’ll end up like Madonna: not bad music, but you’re put off by the muscles and everything. And the weird hair-bow thing is just that: weird.



Okay, let’s try to make up for lost time, shall we? Firstly, I got sick with a virus containing practically every goddamn symptom possible RIGHT BEFORE EXAMS. So sorting that out = nightmare. Okay, I have seen the Boat that Rocked. It was a really good movie.

God, I’m so embarrassed. You see, my mum and I went into the city the other day and we grabbed some lunch. I had some pasta. I wandered around all day and I caught the train home with my Dad. When we got home and he hugged Mum. he went “Oh, you smell of garlic, too”. I responded with “WHAT??????????????????????“. I smelled a lot worse than Mum, though. PD came up to me after Dad mentioned the garlic (which I had been completely unaware of) and went “Whoa, you do, too”. Was setting up for a shower (where I would and did wash my hair) and PD and I were making jabs at each other when she threatened me with pain. I just got close to her and those threats went away as she attempted to escape my smell.  So if there’s one advantage to the affect garlic has, it’s that. But I got my top off, smelled it – PHWOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dad, I am so sorry you had to sit next to me on the train.

My mother was temporarily insane. It was raining recently and we had to hang out washing. It was raining. I got a bit wet. PD was telling Mum this so that I could get into dry clothes. What does Mum tell us to do? Get into clean clothes? Cover our kidneys? Nope; she told us to GET INTO OUR SWIMSUITS. So there I was in a bikini, hanging out washing as the cold wind directed itself at my midriff. Not really surprising that I got sick two days later.

Finally saw Transformers. Wouldn’t mind seeing the sequel. New Harry Potter trailer which looks awesome, but gives a lot away if you haven’t read the books.



It is really really really awesome!!!!!

Movie trailers to check out: The Ugly Truth (actually looks like a decent rom-com), The Year One, Public Enemies.



{April 2, 2009}   I Feel Nothing

Yep, that’s right. Not amused by the fact that our cat was content after managing to get her collar off, only to get a flea treatment and then a brand spanking new collar. Nothing about the fact that a possible school trip is off the agenda due to bad timing (I was kinda disappointed at first, but now I’m nothing). I think it’s because I’ve been so sick and so stressed and had so many people stressing and getting annoyed with me for God knows why that I don’t have any tears of anger or sadness or disappointment or much in the way of laughter left. Not today, anyway. Is that normal? To get to a state of numbness? I don’t think I like it. No, I don’t like it. I’d much rather feel, even if it’s a stupid emotion for an even stupider reason.



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