Making Faye fall over and convulse
March 8, 2009
Disclaimer: I have read all 4 Twilight books. I fully and completely agree that they are crap, horribly written, and pander to the already-confused-emotions of girls who have just started their menstruation cycle. That being said, I enjoyed reading the first 3. The 4th one scarred me for life.
Judge me as you like.
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Friday evening, Rames saw that there was a DVDrip of Twilight floating around Releaselog. I immediately grinned and suggested he should watch it with me.
Let me clarify: I never in a billion years thought he'd agree. I expected him to give me an at least 2-minute rant about how he would rather watch a 90-minute documentary on laser hair removal or sit through the Rent bonus features. It wasn't his sort of thing and it never would be. In fact, he has teased me about it for months, even going as far as to tape a picture of Edward Cullen on the mirror in the bedroom that says "Good morning, Pixel!"
But he agreed to watch it with me.
And he liked it a bit.
He liked the girl playing Bella. He laughed at many of the jokes. He was appropriately appalled yet slightly amused by Edward admitting he had been sneaking in Bella's room and watching her sleep. There were even a couple of scenes which, even though he'd never admit it, he found a tiny bit cute. Of course, he joked about it. "Oh, Edward, you sucked all the vampire venom out of me. That is so romantic."
When Edward kissed her forehead at the end of the hospital scene, it even elicited an "Aww."
He gave the movie 5.25 Jesuses out of 10.
I'm just saying.
I also think of the bees.
March 7, 2009
Agatha Ruiz de La Prada unveiled her Fall 2009 "ready-to-wear" line in Milan this week...
... and I can't help but think how I'd feel if I were the one girl picked to wear a big, yellow cotton ball over my face.
A few -- more.
The Post-New-Year Drag
January 5, 2009
Snoooooooow.
It's back to Karlsruhe today where I shall have to buckle down and once more participate in real life as opposed to my past lovely week of indulging myself in movies, take-out and pretend illicit activities.
I should also start working on my NY's resolution... starting on my birthday.
It's very pleasant to have a birthday so close to New Year's Day -- I'm allowed 6 extra days!
Tomorrow: Cleaning.
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Early Hours
January 2, 2009
I'm a fan of even numbers.
For example, 2008 is nice to look at. 2009? Not so much. And somehow, my preference has everything to do with colors. In my head, numbers that end in an odd number are orange, red, tan, yellow, bright and obnoxious. Numbers that end in an even number are blue, green, and dark maroon... Starbucks colors, if you will.
Does that make any sense to you?
Thankfully, while this is an odd year, I will be (in a few short days) turning 24, which is even.
It's really cold here in Mainz at the moment. A constant below zero... I spent all of yesterday in a hoodie and a robe with my feet shoved under warm things. The view from the balcony looks like someone shoved it in Photoshop and lowered the saturation significantly. Going out later holds no appeal.
But I do have coffee and tea and several books. I'm lazing on my laptop, which is annoying me at the moment purely because I realized how crap I am at some "Word Challenge" game. It said I have the vocabulary of a drill sergeant. I hope it's just the hour.
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An Attempt
December 8, 2008
Something happened in my brain. This used to come easily. I could write about the most insignificant thing that happened in my day. Now I find myself sitting here thinking too much. What happened this weekend? Anything to note? What did I even do? What's going on with me? What would someone care about reading?
I shall just stop thinking about it.
Nothing's coming.
Wait! Christmas markets. They are really rather lovely.
I can't do this. I'll come back later.
Blog 9.0
November 11, 2008
If someone wanted to get an overview of me as a person, they would just have to go back and look at my blogs. Where they begin, when I stopped writing. When I was doing nothing but complaining about people, when I was writing about me. Feelings, thoughts, cool YouTube videos... it's all here, somewhere. Shoved in archives, but I do still have it all.
I miss writing things down. Paper is good, I love the feeling of scribbling on it, but I feel that I can't express myself as quickly and effectively as I can when I type. I think fast, I type fast. I will condense sentences and cut off thoughts when I'm writing in a paper journal simply because I can't be bothered to keep the pen moving. This is a result of being born in 1985, I suppose. My children will probably not have to type, even -- plug themselves in and their thoughts will just appear on the screen. Perhaps, one day, none of us will have to move at all.
Things change, ladies and gentlemen; let's just keep moving with the flow.
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