I bought a dress for a Hen’s day on saturday where the theme was ‘gorgeous and glamorous ladies who lunch’. It was a mercy dash to the shopping centre, as I had a last minute change of what-to-wear and I had only an hour to frantically rush around a variety of stores and paw through their racks.
Miraculously I found a dress that looked nice and didn’t display too much unwaxed leg. One of the guests told me that it was a gorgeous dress and it really suited my personality. Pray tell lovely lady, I thought, how does one dress in the personality of cranky bitch exactly?
I got told off today at the petrol station. I was on the phone in my car and the cashier knocked on my window to indicate to me that I shouldn’t be on my phone.
What the? I know there is a little sign saying no electronic devices but they disproved it on Mythbusters. Using your phone at a petrol station does NOT cause explosions.
Sheesh. Some people.
Saw ‘New Moon’ tonight. Could that movie have been anymore annoying?:
- So bloody slow.
- Generally cheesy soundtrack.
- Kirsten Stewart makes Bella so damn unlovable. And so clenched. How does that girl even release her sphincter to poop?
- Edward’s weird left nipple.
Good bits:
- Jacob
- Jacob’s ass
- Jacob
- Did I mention Jacob yet? He was the best of the lot – he at least seemed human. And if you just listen to his voice he sort of sounds like Leonardo DiCaprio.
I guess I will be having sweet dreams tonight 
I just finished reading a book called ‘The Graveyard Book’ by Neil Gaiman. He is good friends with Tori Amos and is supposedly a ‘rock star’ of the book world. The back of the book also proclaimed him a literary genius. The book is about a boy called Nobody ‘Bod’ Owens whose family is murdered and he is raised, by ghosts, in a graveyard. I didn’t warm to the story right away – it was page 175 of this 289 page book before I thought: ‘hmmm, I am actually really enjoying this!’ I did feel there was always a sense of ’stiff-upper-lip’ about it though.
I got ‘tricked’ into reading this next book. The school librarians had set up a little ‘vampire’ display, since it is the latest trend. The front cover also proclaims this book as Stephanie Meyer’s ‘very favourite recent read’. I also adored Shannon Hale’s ‘The Book of a Thousand Days’ but it had only a small connection to things other-worldly. It got me thinking though- why do we immediately assume a story about a Princess locked in a tower to be anglo-centric? I know I did. Luckily there were illustrations early on to disavow me of this assumption. This story is a fairytale with an eastern twist – Mongolian to be exact. Dashti is a maid who is locked in a tower with her mistress after she refuses to marry the man has chosen for her. However there seems to be a very good reason why Lady Saren refuses Khan Khasar. The main characters are delightful – you love and loathe them for their stereotypical traits but also for their more human frailties. I found this story to be a mix of the styles of William Nicholson/Kevin Holland Crossley with a dose of ‘Ever After’ chucked in for a feminist edge. And the ending? Simple, sweet and swoon-worthy.
Watch out Stephanie Meyer – Maggie Stiefvater (pronounced Steve-Otter) is on the scene and I have to say, technically, she is a much better writer. Woah, wait *cringes waiting for insults* I myself, love the ‘Twilight’ series but I am not totally impervious to the shortcomings! Anyjustification, the latest ‘it’ couple on the scene leave Bella and Edward for dead, so to speak. ‘Shiver’ is the story of Grace and Sam. Sam is a werewolf, who protected Grace from the pack when she was attacked as a little girl. Like most people bitten by the wolves she inexplicably does not change, even though Sam waits in the woods behind her house, for her, for years. During the summer Sam changes into his human form, though it is not till his 18th year that he and Grace meet and fall properly in love. I read a review to this novel and I thought I knew how it ended, speeding through the whole thing in 2 hours. But I didn’t know how it ended and some hours later I am still feeling….unsettled. If you love a good paranormal romance this is the novel for you.
As you know I have been having some friendship dramas. Part of it was something to do with this. But through the grapevine I have heard that moves have been made to resolve part of that situation. And I am really pleased, even if I don’t get to take part in it.
I am happy to have taken one for the team
I can’t go to this website with a lump in my throat. Sheye would like this message passed on to as many people as possible.
Have I blogged on your birthday?
Why not have a rifle through my archives to see? If so inclines, leave a comment so I know when your cake day is.
Who knows – maybe along the way you might find something of interest you haven’t read before.
….is drive through the car dealership section of Albany highway at 10:30 at night with the top down.
A work friend has just purchased a gorgeous convertible. On the way home from a girly work dinner we decided to enjoy the balmy Perth evening and put down the top.
‘Look at all those seagulls!’ says Work Friend ‘What are they doing?’
‘They eat the moths that are attracted to the bright lights at the car dealerships,’ I replied, followed by a dawning realisation of ‘Oh crap! ‘Drive! Drive!’
Work colleague could hardly drive straight for all the giggling, snorting, guffawing and trying to drive hunched under the windshield. I spose we could have put the top back up but that would have spoiled the fun. It is silly things like that, that will make it one of those nights I will always remember.
Darren Shan – The Vampire’s Assistant. Darren is struggling with his new life as a half-vampire. He weakens the longer he refuses to drink human blood. A highlight of his new life is becoming friends with Evra the Snake Boy and Sam, a local boy who wants to run away and join the circus. And then the Wolf Man changes it all. I liked this second instalment, however the ending was rather shockingly gruesome, therefore surprising.
Cassandra Clare – The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. Clary Fray’s life is turned upside down when her mother disappears and she coincidentally sees a handsome guy, that no-one else can, stab a boy to death in a night-club. She quickly realises that her life is never going to be the same. I enjoyed this novel, finding it to be a cross between Harry Potter and Twilight – suitable for a teen, male audience.
Alex Duval – Vampire Beach: Bloodlust. Jason and his little sister Dani have moved to movie perfect Malibu, except the popular kids seem a little tooperfect. Meh. Generic, jump-on-the-band-wagon teen vampire fiction.
Kate DiCamillo – Because of Winn-Dixie. Opal and her preacher father move to Florida, where Opal adopts a smiling dog wreaking havoc in a supermarket. The newly named mutt, Winn-Dixie brings love and friendship into two lonely lives. This is one of those books that as you read it, you know it is just one of loveliest, sweetest books you have read.
If the media portrayal of love and sex was even somewhat realistic, it would have us believe that it is about sun-warmed meadows, golden dust motes, lingering smiles and soft, deep, spit-free kisses.
What a load of bullwangle.
What is funny is that sex is ‘aimed’ at an older audience. Maybe because it is more appropriate. But what they hell are we gonna do with it except feel inadequate and insecure? If I knew what I knew now about sex and hormones and shit when I was younger – well! I certainly wouldn’t have been as innocent as I was….ish. If anything, all the pelvis burning stuff should be aimed at teens. At least in their peak, they can enjoy it while the rest of look on rather sheepishly wondering who is actually getting action like that and where we can sign up. I mean ‘back in the day’ where in the world did we find the time for all that cavorting? And I don’t even have kids yet!
But somewhere in that mist of guilt and frustration I realise that in some ways we aren’t purposefully being decieved but we are being entertained and shown that life can be made up of beautiful moments. They can be few and far between and interspersed with it’s-your-blood-turn-to-do-the-dishes but they are there.
Somewhere.
