No candy in your till, no cutie left to thrill.

First week done. Lets wrap up.

Did I manage to miss a class through sleepiness and ickiness? Check

Did I manage to meet someone new and babble incessantly about crap? Check

Did I see an impossibly attractive male and fall in love despite not talking to him and missing half a lecture about I dunno, a map or something? Mhmm check

Did I see someone I wish was dead, dying or at least being generally hated? Why is she alive? Why is she in the one class that I just wanted to enjoy myself and a girl who hates me, stole my boyfriend from me and generally just creeps me out. Ugh it was a bad way to end my week.

Archaeology despite her is just what I hoped it would be. The first thing he mentioned was time team, followed swiftly by the ever-wonderful Indiana Jones. Next came the vague promise of treasure and last came el phrase fantastico that archaeology was 'the most fun you can have with your pants on'. How could I not love this subject?

I'm exhausted now, was at work early today. Got my hand slammed between a bookcase and a hard place and man is that ever painful. Crazy sore.

Not much else to say now. Too tired. Bleargh and all that.

Julie's birthday tomorrow. Yay for Julie!

Death Proof

I saw it last night! Freakin awesome. It was all ridiculous and silly and so conscious of itself. I giggled and I worried for people's welfare and I definitely had one or two 'Fuck Yeah' female empowerment moments. I will say no more other than go see and go see now! And I wish wish wish I could have seen it as the two part grindhouse experience it was meant to be. Zombies and fake trailers (such as the previously linked Don't) would have completed my evening. As it was, I did enjoy Death Proof in its own right but mostly because I knew what it was trying to be and I had been anticipating it for yonks.


First day of uni and it was quite good. My history teacher offered up many definitions of Medieval including "I'm gonna get Medieval on your ass". I suspect he may be a little gay as he spent a lot of time talking about the 'manly, cool, modern Heath Ledger' and the 'fun-kay groovy beats of Bowie' with a sort of dreamy look in his eyes.

I also had to wait like 20 whole minutes for my bagel. The guy was new which could explain it but gawd it was like he was trying to live life ten times slower than everyone else in the world. I was so hungry I nearly jumped over the counter and made it myself. Still tasty though when I finally got to eat it. Love Uni Bagels. <3

I'm so tired, like blarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh tired but I have one class tomorrow at ten and then nothing. Funny thing, turns out one of my Italian buddies from last year is taking Classics too and she introduced me to her friend, who lives up the road from me and when to the other high school in our area. Crazy stuff. Meant I didn't have to explain where I lived for a change.

I made my cookies and I gots pics of the resulting goo but I canna be arsed uploading them tonight so mehr laters.

Cookies!

Julie's birthday is in a week and she requested cookies. For those of you who don't know, I make the best cookies evar. I found the recipe somewhere on the internet and altered it a tad and I finally made proper American style crunchy-round-the-sides-chewy-in-the-middle cookies. Let me tell you, these are awful for you. The sheer amount of sugar alone is enough to cause a minor stroke. However, they taste so damn good you won't care. I decided to experiment with different flavours today for a laugh mostly. Some worked great, some not so much.

My first batch was chocolate orange:



Smarties (the extreme amount of sugar makes up for the lack of artificial flavouring in smarties these days):



Minstrels:



Julie's specific request of munchie choc chip (the rounded muchies that come in a big bag). They kind of exploded and gooed everywhere but she says they taste pretty good:


And the big ol' pile at the end:



To come are Aero bubble white choc chip (again Julie's idea) and my Turkish Delights. They would have been baked by now but I got kicked out the kitchen. Apparently chicken needed cooking and was more important.

PS found a use for the man hair! Headbanging while waiting for cookies to cook!

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I still have man hair




More to come later when I make cookies and see what happens when you add daft things to the mix.

Shake your head it's empty.

Today I had a job interview and normally I'd be all 'yay interview that's pretty good!' and while there's a pretty high chance I could actually get the job I'm just not excited. Could be that I spent a good 15 mins at least staring at a mug while I waited for the manager to come get me. Man, that mug just wasn't doing much for me at all. Then it turned out it was some sort of pre-interview instead and I was talked at for 10 mins about how shifts work. I don't even think I said more than a dozen words before I was being shown out the door.

So I went to Borders and bought a book. It's funny, I picked up Beowulf but ended up buying a book of Gothic Tales by Elizabeth Gaskell. I've done this before, walk into a bookshop in a daze and come home with something I didn't intend to buy. Luckily this time it was actually a book I did want, just not the one I planned on purchasing unlike last time when I came home with some Chinese taoist book. (Mum had to take that one back I was just too embarrassed). Gothic Tales looks pretty good and hopefully the name won't disappoint.

I did perk up when I passed the fearsome American preahing on a stool round the corner. I only heard snippets of his speech but he had a fair crowd. I was fairly impressed until I heard something about the sin of 'fornication' and the crowd giggle at him. There went his credibility.

In other news, I have man hair today.

Qu'est ce qu'il fait? Qu'est ce qu'il dit?

Once again my attempts at bowler hat purchasing have been foiled. Having nigh on 3 hours to kill I walked back to the previously mentioned vintage shoppe, money in hand and an excited spring in my step. Maybe, just maybe one of them would fit me since after all men were smaller back then (giggle giggle wang joke). Full of double mocha macchiato (best coffee evar) and slowly coming the realisation that my tights were falling down and if something wasn't done soon it would be penguin-walk time, I finally arrived at Great Western Road. I past the many indian takeaways, past the 'what the? that's a lotta brooms!' shop and quickly past the crazy kinda goth, kinda just weird shop in case I got lured in and bought something stupid like an elvis lamp. I dodged the energetic, soap flinging window cleaner and the aggresive little Chinese woman (I don't know what she wanted) skipped across the road...and carried on with a heavy heart. Shop was shut. For no reason at all.

I got over my disappointment though with coffee and a good chat with the loveliest girl in the world which is kinda a lie since I'm still annoyed but I always like seeing her. And then there was more signing up for classes. Gahr it was dull. So many different ways of saying 'University is different from school' and 'STUDY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD'. Pleargh boring. On the plus side the Classics teacher has one of those old-fashioned professor capes and the classics society has a toga party. Always good for a laugh. My class is in the only remaining preserved Victorian lecture hall in the uni. Let me tell you it is also the most uncomfortable. Gorgeous but needs more cushioning! It's like sitting in an old church but without the holiness.

I met my Edinburgh friend, or rather she kept finding me like the stalker she is! The Hare Krishna woman who preys on the young in Glasgow interrupted us and was met by very quiet rambling French. Sadly she claimed she could speak it too. We just left and tried to look like annoyed French people. Lesson learned. Next time learn some Russian!

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I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.

The first time I ever saw Pulp Fiction I was about 15, maybe a bit younger and a friend of mine decided we should watch it at her sleepover. At 2 in the morning. I had to deal with the most annoying girl there clinging to my arm, shouting "Oh god the sound the needle makes when it pops her chest is like the worst ever. Can we just skip this part I hate it it's so awful." Of course it wasn't really anything at all and I missed a good portion of the scene having my arm reshaped. Then when it was decided the gay rape scene could be fastforwarded since we were so young and easily grossed out, the same girl insisted we go back and watch it properly. And insisted and insisted. In the end, I was the only one who was still awake when it finished and I had no clue what had happened during any of it at all.

Since then it's always been a 'film I should really see but haven't got round to yet'. There are a lot of them. Problem being that it's hard enough to find the time to watch it when my little sister isn't likely to pop her head round the door and I'd end up getting yelled at for letting her witness violence. The time she popped in during an awkward and unexpectedly detailed gay sex scene was bad enough. (Darn you mexican films that show you damn well everything. I understood what was happening without seeing it!) I finally find a good time to do so and I cannot for the life of me find the dvd. A couple of weeks later, turns out we never had it on dvd, only vhs. Pfft to the vhs I said! So when I finally scraped my wages together, I went and bought it (with a new copy of Fargo for my dad since it broke on me and it's like his favourite film ever, boy did that ever suck) and watched it and yay.

This ends the pulp fiction story.

Which leads me nicely onto Quentin Tarantino's latest film adventure and a rant on how come there's no freakin' release date for Planet Terror. Europe got both ages ago if my translation of CineMania! was in any way accurate. It's bad enough we can't see them both together but to have no release date at all for Robert Rodriguez's film is just too much. I seriously love his films and y'know GUN LEG.



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So this ain't just a rant about films I've seen and wish to see let me tell you about my children's book I haven't written but want to. Some of you may have heard of the Pigeon Detectives, some of you may even like their music. I wouldn't know having never heard them so I won't pass judgement. However, I think they are wasting a great opportunity with their name. One miserable Glaswegian afternoon I was on the bus coming home when we passed by ABC. Playing that night were the aforementioned Pigeon Detectives. Having laughed heartily and disturbed the sleeping drunken man behind me, I promptly got out my phone and informed my lovely uni friend of the great name. Mostly so I wouldn't seem like a mad girl laughing to herself with no friends. She laughed with me, electronically but it was something.

Now it wasn't until I decided to tell my other good friend of the small and Emma sort about it that the idea of an actual detective pigeon appeared in my mind. I know, I know, pretty slow I am but hush up. A few dull French lectures later and I had the basic outline of a plot. I've sadly lost all my french notes which I expect was due to too much excitement over passing and never having to study the lingua franca again and throw it out with the subjunctive tense. Alas, I must start over.

Some investigation into the band found that their album has pictures of deer on it. Stupid boys! Think of the crazy sherlock style adventures you could have illustrated! Basil's got nothing on the PI: pigeon investigator!

The Trials of Arabella

First off, Atonement is utterly perfect. Everybody go see. I don't think I've ever seen a film that follows a book so faithfully. All credit to McEwan's novel for the story which had me emotionally broken for hours after I finished it but cinematically it was simply beautiful. That's all I'm going to say on the matter or I'll just babble about how much I love Keira and James. Which I do. Because they are awesome.

I found a wee vintage clothes shop today. So full of treasures! Sadly I lack the funds for anything, fingers crossed people buy all my uni books I've given to the SRC. Go on cheap students, my books are bargains! But yeah, the shop. It had bowler hats. I loong for a bowler hat but sadly my poverty and rather small head prevented me from purchasing. Maybe one day I will achieve that snappy look I desire. Maybe one day...

On the plus side, my witch's hat, which I was certain was missing forever, wasn't. It was instead hidden in a box in the attic. Silly hat! It hasn't left my head since, with the small exception of every time I leave the house. I would have cried so hard if it was gone. It's all velvety and never lets me down when I'm too lazy to do anything different for Halloween. So yay for hat!

I got not much else to say really, Uni's starting up soon. There's always good times to be had at Uni. First first year was pretty bleargh but it's such a pretty place it's hard to be down about anything. Also this one time I was having a crappy French related day and there was a man standing next to the subway with a big placard with "You are beautiful" written on it. I think I awwed all the way back into town. So crazy man with sign I never had a chance to say thank you until now. You rawk with your crazy sign-making skills!

Also: there's a new Marmite advert with Paddington. Let me say this once, Paddington bear will never, ever get bored of Marmalade and anybody who decided otherwise is wrong. Utterly and completely wrong. And I don't like you.


I'll sign off with another reason why bowlers rock my socks on. <3

You have bewitched me, body and soul.

In a controversial move I am going to proclaim my love for Mondays. I rarely do anything on Mondays, hardly surprising as being both mostly unemployed and a student on holiday I don't do much any day. But Monday nothing is a different kind of nothing. There's lots of planning and organising and things to consider. Such as what, if anything, do I need to do this week. What day should I go into town and buy jumpers and when should I try to sell all my old Uni books and do I think the Uni book shop will take the ones I bought on Amazon off my hands.

When I'm at least bored of thinking these things there's all the films I haven't got round to watching yet. Which reminds me, my copy of Pulp Fiction is inexplicably missing, which makes it the 4th thing to disappear this summer. This morning I watched Pride and Prejudice, the Keira Knightley version. First things first, I am no fan of Miss Austen. I tried to read her work twice when I was younger. Once when I was very young and consumed the classics as fast as I could lay my hands on them, and again when I was recommended Emma by a friend of mine. I never got past the first few chapters. Last year I was required to read Emma, and I wrote one of essays on it but my God I had to push myself to care. I always thought I would love Austen considering my fondness for Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights and her tendency to create such angrily handsome men but it was all so dreadfully soap operaish.

With all that taken into account, I recorded Pride and Prejudice the other day for the sole reason of spending 2 hours watching Keira Knightley (who I have a big gay crush on) and because I'm seeing Atonement soon and wanted to see what Joe Wright was capable of. It is, quite simply, a beautiful film from the soft light of every scene to the subtlety of the acting. It's those kind of romances I get all girly and sappy over, but then I've always been a fool for good old-fashioned romance.

Oh, and Matthew Macfadyen is far more attractive than Colin Firth anyday.

I realised for the nth time that I'm easily impressed by sideburns. Take an average looking English actor, add sideburns and a classic romance story and it's like whoa...


So yeah, Mondays. Not so bad when you can spend them cuddled up in your pjs with Keira Knightley teasing miserable-looking men with a mug of Spanish hot chocolate I stole from a hotel. Anybody who actually did things today I say pff to you. Also I might be sticking my tongue out at you cause you can't see me. That's just the kind of gal I am.

Blogitty Doo Da

Hey, I gots a blog. This is not new ground for me. I keep getting blogs and then abandoning them and deleting them. The main problem I have with them it the whole fact that really unless you're famous in some crazy way blogs are a way to talk to yourself. And much as I enjoy talking to myself it leads to rants, and the endless lines of BORED. Like a diary everyone else can see, which is a little creepy. But y'know I'm bored natch and I'll use it for I dunno actual pieces of writing or ooh somewhere to put my plans. Like the children's book I wanna write but would need a cute illustrator for and the comic that will never be. Then there's my business plans. Just promise not to steal them okay? I'm trusting you intranet. I don't want to have to sue!

Thus, I will not tell you that this morning I got up and had a piece of toast. Mostly cause it's a lie (out of bread) but hey pop culture reference! Nor will I rant about the ever increasing feelings I may experience, other than indignation. Lets be honest here. The internet is the place for indignation. And appaling english. Hip hip hooray for the grammars and lack thereof!!

So here is my wonderful blog which I will no doubt discard within a week, or end up filling with lyrics from The Shins (seriously guys if you never listened to them go do it now! I don't mind waiting, I'll do a wee dance while you do so. I heart them more than I be bothered thinking of something I heart a lot but that I heart the shins more. mmhmm that's good grammars right there.)

Enjoy the picture up top. It is from the Fountain which is a beautiful film and also I'm bored of the sun now. I want snow. I have the nicest jumpers...