WANTED: Harajuku Girls

...or boys, that might be more interesting. Today my mum and several other female members of my family went on a shopping trip to Manchester. I couldn't go at the time because I was up all night filling in a job application to make a deadline. Damn those supporting statements and their open-ended nature! I severely missed out; my niece got the best bargains of the century, and now I'm determined to go and I'm dragging my boyf along with me! I'm snaffling her look unashamedly, but luckily we're unlikely to turn up at the same place in the white dress and shrug I'm gonna get, if stocks last! My mum didn't do so well on the trip, as she bought a pair of brown shoes that turned out to be two different shades of brown when she got home. Nightmare!

I'm not sure I can talk about anything else as my head is full of prospective outfits. My holiday to the South of France is fast approaching, and pretty things are needed!

What dissertation?

Crazy Talk

Kids say the funniest things. My almost-four year old cousin, let's call her Crazy, came out with this corker not long ago:

Crazy: But Mummy, the voice in my head is telling me I need to be naughty.

Mum: Who's voice is it?

Crazy: [grin] It's mine! [maniacal laughter]

Oh yes. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I should be so lucky...

So... Saturday night. Let me cast your minds back. Of chief importance to any successful night out for me lies in the outfit. Occasionally, you can throw an outfit together in five minutes and look fab. These are days to treasure and revere. However, sometimes hours, even days of planning are required, particularly if you have bought something new that nothing in your wardrobe matches. This is how I came to discard everything I tried on until I noticed something, something shiny that caught my eye, something good, something that made me repeat the word something in an irritating fashion and not in a good way like the Beatles song. The Kylie dress! I bought this dress maybe two years ago and never had the guts to wear it. But I decided it's time had come, and so I put it on. There's a picture of it below, or there should be if my technology curse is taking a nap. It's not the actual thing of course, I doubt Kylie paid £45 for hers in Topshop! Unfortunately, Justin Timberlake never turned up to grope my behind, but you can't have everything eh?

We had a pretty good night all in all. We attempted to have a drink outside in Concert Square and this turned out to be a mistake; we shivered under something that purported to be a heat lamp while chattering our teeth. But it was a good vantage point for people watching, as we like to do. Also, it was my friend David's birthday recently, and my sister's too, so we had a few drinks on their behalf :)

Apart from that, Guillermo Silverknife, the most impressively named of all my mates, has come into the blogging fold. Link to follow after permission is granted. Or not, depending on the answer I guess.

Alcoholic

Today on the radio:-

Starsailor: [slow, sweeping beginning] Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes, And your Daddy was an alcoholic.

Matt Lucas: Yeah, I know.

If you don't watch Little Britain, you won't get that joke! It was probably a location thing anyway, but hey! Heard it on the way to the Dam with our Puppy. Laughed our socks off. News on the night out to follow!

All Hooked Up

The week so far: Monday and Tuesday brought several attempts at hooking up - in the non-sexual sense - with a good old pal of mine. Attempt number one fell flat on it's face due to my being out having a scran (read: food, meal, slap-up) instead, and attempt number two shortly followed suit. We're going for it again next week, wish us luck! This left me free to go and see The Interpreter though, which was really enjoyable and very well done in my humble opinion, if you can get over the fact that a flute lesson is pivotal to the plot! I don't do film reviews beyond thumbs up or thumbs down, and sometimes I can't even give you that much (anyone doubting this should see my take on the films I watched the other week, in which Hide & Seek, The Ring 2, and Miss Congeniality 2 somehow mysteriously merge.) But I would totally recommend this film, (sorry Guillermo, there'll be other times :P) as Sean Penn is massively compelling and they handle the story really well. My delight may be tainted by the fact I got to see it half price thanks to a nifty buy one get one free voucher. How glamorous am I?

Beyond this, I've been job seeking, working, trying to master Pump It Up! The Ultimate Dance Work Out, feeding the ducks (oh, the excitement!) and planning an outfit for tomorrow night's Night on the Town. Yes! It's finally here! At the moment I'm considering risking a rather low cut affair, since I finally found a bra that I can wear under it. However, I do feel a shopping trip coming on :)

What's that Sam?

If you are what you eat then right now I'm a doughnut. This may also explain why so many criminals remain at large. Mmmm, doughnuts.

Who watches Most Haunted? It's freakin' hilarious:

Approximate quote from psychic medium: "...and these spirits would often show themselves to the naked eye as rabbits."

Approximate comeback from parapsychologist: "This is the first time I've ever heard of spirits manifesting themselves as bunnies... and I hope it's the last!"

Whether you believe or not, that's some good TV! They have jackets now too!

Being 23

What to report? A weekend of pubbing, defying the crappy weather by larking around on the beach, long journeys, and general merriment. I got some great presents, and now I'm 23 years of age! Which I've decided is a good age. Lots of cool people are 23. Sienna Miller is 23, she dates Jude Law, therefore, it can't be bad. See, I'm capable of being perfectly logical.

It snowed on my birthday too; I was sitting on a bench, with an amazing view of a gorgeous lake and mountains all around me, the sun was shining down upon us, and it snowed. Gentle little flakes from the heavens, from a blue sky actually, which was weird. I drank lots of wine in a country pub, but was only slightly squiffy, and then me and the boyf wandered down (boyf would argue for 'wandered down' to be replaced with 'hiked for 20 miles', but in fact it was only one) to the beach, where we stood and watched the lighthouse for a bit, and on the way back I saw a shooting star! Which, I dunno, I just felt that rounded the day off nicely :)

In the morning before we left for our weekend getaway I caught up with my nearest and dearest as well, and got the best card ever from my sis with my name on the front. So thanks go out to all those who made it a great day for me, especially a certain boy :) Love you peeps loads xxx

Another Day, Another... Lack of Dollars

This coming weekend is my birthday weekend and for it I'm running away to Wales with my boyf and little baby puppy. Puppy is technically 8, so not a puppy at all but he's an only child, so he'll always be my puppy! By midnight on said birthday, on which I will reach the grand old age of 23... yes, 23, and what did I spend my last weekend as a 22 year old doing? Working, and trying to sort my wardrobe out. My wardrobe is like a volcano that everyone thinks is dormant until you try and open the door and a cascade of hangers and sequins and twenty four thousand jumpers you haven't wore for about three years rain down upon you, as if you've angered the wardrobe gods. I should have been out somewhere, teetering around in high heels and sending my mates tipsy text messages, but alas my purse contains only dust and old bus tickets. But I digress. By midnight, I hope to be walking home from the pub down the beach road, doing the Peter Kay dance, then looking at the stars for a bit, pretending to be romantic. The weekend after brings the proper night out, as, although I know even before I speak the words that I'm confirming the fact that I'm aging by about a century never mind a year in this single utterance, town will be too busy this weekend because of the races. But who really wants to wait in a three deep scrum at the bar? Plus you get all those men huddled in grey suits holding pints in one hand and searching for a passing ass to grab with the other. Note to all bum-pinchers: it's not big and it's not clever!

All this and I've no credit on my phone! This seems a mere trifling annoyance in itself, but what can I do in the meanwhile when I'm in the middle of writing my essay and my brain refuses to construct further sentences until I've texted my good friend Guillermo Silverknife? (I've started letting my friends choose their own aliases, BIG mistake!) Update my blog, obviously!

The Silver Screen

Hello world. Not that I believe the entire world is literally at my fingertips, just in a general, vague, whoever happens to be reading this sense. I had a job interview last week. And have been invited back to a second round of interviews. *Biting fingernails* I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but that's all I can say on the matter as I feel weirdly superstitious, as though I might jinx it if I talk about it. Wish me luck!

Apart from that, I've had a bit of a movie-watching weekend. First was Donnie Darko. I've seen it before and I love that film. Plus Jake G is really rather sexy. Then, Hide & Seek and The Ring 2. The latter was a bit all over the place, at one point when the main character was running around from house to house I thought she may be searching for the plot. But no, just a crazy lady in a mental hospital - of course! It only had one good line in it, and it was only good because it was totally camp: "I'm not your f*cking mommy!" If you haven't seen it yet I just spoiled the only highlight of the film. Soz. Hide & Seek was better though, I love the little kid who stars in it too, Dakota Fanning? She was in Man on Fire, another good film. Sunday we went to see Miss Congeniality 2: Armed & Fabulous! A bit of a shift in gear I'm sure you can appreciate. Maybe that was why it took me half the film to find anything funny, but it seemed to get there eventually, though it's not as good as the first one. Or maybe I was just influenced into thinking that since I overheard one of the ushers telling her mate the same thing on the way in. Doh!

I'm out of practice with this blogging lark!