good lord. now i'm thirty all i want to do is sleep. i'm not even attempting to be funny. it is just the way it is.

i am awesome at sleeping. so, being thirty continues to rule.

anyway, here are the other eleven things rocking my world at this exact point in time:

1. trivia. so today i watched two episodes of brideshead revisted (1981, bbc). frankly, it was awesome. and i'm so IN to the guy who plays sebastian.

if i owned this photo i'd totoally put a watermark all over it too. sebastian flyte AND royalty. it is photographic GOLD.

so to the trivia.... did you know remington steel was created for him, but he TURNED IT DOWN. god bless him too. because that is directly responsible for last year's greatest movie moment. sigh.

2. l'occitane shower gel. seriously, you should get some of this. it is like crack. for your skin. i can't find an image of it on the line. the l'occitane online store for nz doesn't seem to have it. so i'm linking you to a site i in no way endorse. here. anyway, i figure if you spend more than $30 on shower gel you are simply a better class of person. i am therefore, closer to god as a result of this purchase.

3. no-no-notorious b.i.g. have you seen the movie notorious? you really should see it. 7/10. you should also buy going back to cali from itunes. it is my new favourite song. well that plus let's get it on. the latter thanks to catching two minutes of idol this week. it was motown week on idol. but that doesn't qualify it for my list of eleven things.

4. mexicana breakfast from pranah. it is really good.

5. safety message. like in this poster i just bought from etsy dot com. i can barely wait to see if it is as awesome in real life as it is on the internet.

6. thorndon summer pool. it closes this thursday so you should hurry up and visit. i went today. it was not especially warm. so i retired to the spa instead. and sat there for like an hour. it was thoroughly exhausting. and awesome, obviously. six dollars well spent.

7. ryles, singing TI's "whatever you like" to me over the phone. i am so in love with my nephews. they are adorable. and will get spoiled at easter. if i have my way that is.

8. this website. which is where i got the number eleven for my list today. it combines two of my passions: lists and lauding music knowledge over people.

9. massage. i had a hot stone massage this week. i thought i might pass out from bliss midway through it. it was a gift from my team at work. and it is safe to say, best work gift ever.

10. neon tiger by the killers.



you know i'm going to see them this wednesday night ahe? i actually realised earlier today that i have so deified brandon flowers that i may vomit when he comes on stage and proves to be merely a man. a hot man, but still only flesh and bone and a killer smile.

11. the internet. for reasons like this.

last night i dined in the clouds. basically. which leads me to declare waiheke my most favourite small island and te whau my favourite vineyard.

this is what it looks like.

i have photos of being a booze hound over dinner but this is the koru club and i can't upload my photos. sadly for you. and sadly for you, unless you were AL you weren't there with me. to enjoy what USA today called one of the top five most memorable meals in 2007 and what NYC based magazine wine spectator called "one of the best restaurants in the world for wine lovers". recession? what recession? i'm still living like royalty!

the other thing about waiheke is that it is filled to the brim with characters. like the taxi driver who worked for the red hot chili peppers for 48 hours and tells me that flea still blames himself for river pheonix's death. and the other taxi driver who lives on the island because of the drugs but would give it all up to become a professional black jack player. and the couple who hold sculpture competitions on their lawn, but have a loose definition of sculpture (which is how a blue bowl filled with water and a yellow rubber duck qualifies as a sculpture).

waiheke has a community movie theatre that is basically identical to the one in gilmore girls.

so my life long ambition of going to such a theatre was fulfilled when i saw vicky cristina barcelona (8/10) on a rainy saturday afternoon.

anyway, my flight is FINALLY boarding. hurrah. more later.....

so i'm back into the cinema in a big way. on monday i saw the best movie ever. milk. you have to see it. and i need to add watching james franco and sean penn hook in to each other to my list of turn ons.

the actors themselves were excited too:

sean penn texted madonna because he was so excited by kissing james franco (fyi breaking up with him was a big mistake madge. huge).

james franco talks about it at length with david letterman. and he also claims to have been in love with sean penn since the beaver trilogy. and guess what? me too. it is the 5th best movie ever (behind milk, sound of music, grease and high school musical three).

9/10

then tonight i saw changeling. angelina jolie needs to eat a goddamn pie. and the movie needs to be 45 minutes shorter. but it was totally watchable. better than the last jolie movie i saw. which was centred on a magic loom. 6.5/10

my coworkers officially hate me because they all recommended seven pounds.

worst recommendation in years. 2/10.

it is rare for me to contemplate walking out. but i did it during seven pounds. the only thing that kept me in my seat was wondering if oprah did a cameo. the movie was right up her hutt valley. but there was no pay off and she didn't make a cameo in the end. and the only redeeming feature was that will smith has been WORKING OUT. reow.

to quote some website:

If it wasn't for Dawson's tender performance elevating Smith's game, "Seven Pounds" would be just another useless tear-jerker, wishing to speak profoundly on the misery of human existence, but failing to encourage the audience to appreciate the experience

and to quote me:

will smith is the most self indulgent good samaritan ever.

anyway, don't see it.

i have so much to tell you. so basically gush gush caroline and morgan got married. gush some more. it was so lovely but i have no movie to make for them. my photos were a bit lame (plus they are already on facebook) and surely by now everyone has grown weary of my talk of fascinators. of fantasisers. or whatever.

so i'll just leave it as the official 'night of 2009'. end of story.

basically, i am struggling to find anything as awesome as cazza and morgue, so i'm in to escapism. naturally, i'm back into movies in a big way. yesterday: revolutionary road. 8 out of ten but i never want to see it again. why? depressing!!! but also

• it makes you crave martinis cos it turns out in the 1950s or whatever that is all that anyone drank. martinis or sherry, two ice cubes, filled to the brim.
• the fashions are so great it actually hurts
• you might sit next to two losers texting all their friends throughout the entire movie
• kate winslet's hair might likely bother you (too blonde) and
• you might end up thinking of matt damon. ew.

seriously, separated at birth or WHAT?

tonight, twilight. 7 out of ten. i've heard the criticism but frankly a hot guy deep breathing because he is overcome with desire is not such a bad thing. i am not the slightest bit freaked out by how he's a vampire. but it freaks me out that robert pattinson is like seven years younger than me and has been in harry potter movies. yet, i'd totally watch this again. and i might have to. i passed out from pain part way through due to drinking a strawberry bubble tea immediately before the movie then really really needing to pee. the strawberry bubble tea was good though.

now, we're in an economic recession if you hadn't noticed. so, if you can't afford to go to the movies just sit back and watch this. this the exact same movie our teachers used to make us watch before our annual camping trip. frankly, it is no wonder i'm a bit against the great outdoors.....

wow. i still remember my blogger log in. its been over a week. my memory powers are amazing.

is anyone else simply exhausted? or is it just me? whatever it is, the sound of music and pyjamas midweek sounds like the perfect cure. the fact that i will probably get presents and to see my nephews is just icing on an already sweet cake. bring on the 25th.

no kidding even seeing this on youtube makes me a bit teary it is so wonderful

plus my secret bonus gift to my family is singstar. so basically i'm the best sister ever.

also, you owe me since i'm giving you this treasure....

clearly this is amazing, but then at 1.20 POW and then at 3.34 breasts.

oh falco! you old heartbreaker.

so over the past few weeks i've done heaps that i meant to tell you about. i've:

• seen high school musical three and fallen in loooove.
• seen the new bond movie, quantum of solace, and fallen in looooove.
• watched highlights of oprah's twenty year career as a talkshow queen.
• had too many cocktails
• eaten a lot of fancy food at expensive restaurants, not all of it excellent (you know who you are bisque on bolton)
  
• lied to the people's coffee people about who i voted for in the TAWAs (although this was a genuine mistake because i (now) remember that i was torn between two options)
• had a tearful farewell for one of my favourite colleagues
• exprienced some highs, some lows
• become the victim of credit card fraud
  
• decorated my low key christmas grotto, and reinstated my diana queen of hearts tree
• had brunch in paekakariki
• listened to last christmas on my ipod about eight times
  
• had numerous phone calls with my excited nephew who is counting sleeps until santa, and
• ordered groceries on line.

the fun never stops. anyway, where are my pyjamas. i need to go into training for my traditional christmas night sound of music indulgence....

so there is an election coming up. well two elections kind of but only one i can vote in. i read morgan's blog about voting green. it made it clear to me that i'm a truly undecided voter. a swinger. politicians feel free to send bribes my way.

not that i'm one to respond to bribes exactly. like that time i was in melbourne with AL and we went to the italian district and while almost all of the restaurants offered us free wine and garlic breads and desserts we chose the restaurant that offered us nothing. i forget our logic. i'm not sure we had any.

anyway, the greens are impressing me with many things but NOT their lame-oh billboards. i know others have said their great, or genius or whatever. but seriously....

really?

i have views on the other parties, but i'll save it for voting day.

in other news i saw brideshead revisited. no jeremy irons. sadly. and too much of the julia character. but it was good nonetheless and i'd recommend it. 7/10.

today i rocked a presentation. but also time stood still again as i noticed not everyone can rock a presentation the way i can. but then, i'm self actualised now thanks to a melbourne leadership course. so, i shouldn't judge. too much.

today i also met the evers-swindells. well sort of. i went to an award ceremony where they were giving out awards. i didn't win an award - only because i'm not eligible. you needed to be 65+. the moment my dad qualifies he is SO getting nominated.

oh and yesterday i saw brad pitt. in a movie. burn after reading. 8.5/10. it was welcome relief to see a good movie again. although other critics have used the word mediocre and been dismissive of its length, this review uses the word engaging and says 96 minutes is the perfect movie length. i would also agree with some people on the internet that it is essentially a collection of brilliant caricature character studies. and lord knows i love character studies and ensemble casts.

it is unlikely to be my movie of the week though. tomorrow brideshead revisited opens at a cinema near you. i have my gold lounge ticket all ready to go because if it is only 1/8th as good as the book and the 1981 tv series then it will probably win an oscar. i hope jeremy irons has a cameo!!!

wow, said franz, sweet ride!

i am pooped. walking to lyall bay before dinner is awesome. but also it is more exhausting than watching reruns of friends. what was i thinking?

i was thinking the other day i should go and see mamma mia the stage show. given that i have seen the movie three times already and am contemplating a 4th. it is like i'm addicted to feeling good. SOS!

SOS! or rather save our credit cards. i am buying stuff on the internet like the economy isn't dying. honestly. today i nearly bought leopard print togs. actually, what stopped me. i bet they would be the greatest purchase ever. plus i'm getting a bigger after tax income due to a tax cut.

you know what i am using my tax cut money for? concert tickets. i just noticed the kaiser chiefs have sold out and i have my ticket. safely in my gmail inbox. you didn't know the kaiser chiefs were even touring? they're not. they're touring new york, dummy.

i will be in new york in a month and a half. i just go there like it ain't a thing. i'm so international. but also did i mention that i'm pooped. damn walking.

over the weekend i walked a lot. i was dog sitting charlie who is adorable but also maybe a bit horny. hence the ungodly acts with his cute little stuffed dog toy benny. anyway, me and charlie did some touring of hataitai. it was like waltzing down memory lane. hataitai is where i ate flowers and drank coke from glass bottles when i was a wee 'un. it was also where i would play my little ponies for hours on end. braiding their hair and whatnot. and playing dress ups.

i either need to do some laundry or buy some new clothes. my preference is the latter. it wont happen though. mostly because i can't imagine ever wanting to go into a wellington 'fashion' outlet ever again.

i am so bored with wellington shops. i think i need a holiday.

my summer holidays are nearly sorted. there is talk of hiring a van. to be clear: i hate driving vans. i can't imagine rocking up to rhythm and vines and impressing my future husband franz with my white budget rental cars van. but since our love is deep, i hardly think that a van will stand in the way. now i think about it.

i feel like a playboy bunny that has been picked out of the mansion and now has to find a new place to live. oh, hold on .... that was a movie i saw tonight. 4/10.

although, i do actually feel a bit like that. tomorrow my secondment ends. and even though i have been tempted to turn to prayer to make this day come more quickly, tonight i got yelled at over the phone because obviously i'm on call 24/7 and it made me feel a little retarded and like i needed to stick around to redeem myself. plus i got a present and a card so sweet that made me want to cry. being kicked out of the mansion is making me all emotional.

don't cry for me though. because i'm making plans to go to miami in november. to art deco it up with the cuban hotties and hulk hogan.

hello all you hulkamaniacs out there. are you living by the three demandments? if not i'm gonna bring my atomic leg drop and make you hurt just like you were rowdy roddy piper and it was 1989 all over again.

actually, that picture of hulk has helped no end. i'm down right chirpy again. which hopefully means i'm ready to start on my ambitious craft project: making a dress out of my business cards. if it takes more than ten minutes though i cannot guarantee it will hold my attention. wish me luck.

the problem i have with weekends is that they go by too quickly. one minute you're downing whiskey at te papa, the next you're trying to figure out if you have enough clean clothes to last the week while sobbing about dogs thanks to post secret.

i would insert a new self portrait here, but the lord alone knows where my camera is. i had it when i got back from melbourne but since then it has been awol. anyway, an old portrait will have to suffice....



remember this face because it could be on the front page of the paper on monday. actually, i'll be hurt if it is not. a dompost photographer took my photo at the book fair on saturday. and sure, the only bad publicity is no publicity or whatever, but seriously: i was reading the sensuous woman by "j" at the time. plus i am sure the photographer didn't get my best angle. pretty much i'm the only person alive who can do that.

on the topic of the sensuous woman, i bought it obviously. it is awesome, and has already paid for itself . i spent nearly an hour an a half in hysterics with AL reading it at felix while eating ginger loaf. you really must read it. topics covered include when it is okay not to wear makeup (never, unless you have a conservative surgeon in which case there is one exception: surgery), eleven orgie etiquette tips (did you know, you might need to be naked? this book is a godsend), and the hazards of sex (vd mostly, in which case "cry 'help' to the doctor and 'murder' to the man who gave it to you - but don't let those nosy neighbours hear you. the day hasn't quite arrived when venereal diseases are something to brag about").

i also got lucky man, the keith quinn story for my brother. he was stoked. naturally.

from one lucky man to another: do you know who my new favourite celebrity is? tom cruise.


that man has had some bad press (which i now understand after my brush with the dompost as per above), but has made lemonade with his role in tropic thunder. i give the movie 7.5. the best bits were the bells and whistles (the trailers at the start and the cameos throughout). so the movie and its plot were probably kind of weak. but who noticed? i was too busy watching tom cruise shake his money maker to ludacris. which brings me to my new favourite song: get back. anyway, robert downey junior was wonderful - as per my expectations. and jack black once again wasn't annoying. maybe i was too hasty to judge jack black after nacho libre. although one search on youtube reminds me i was on the money with that one. and lance romance, everyone's third favourite n*sync member made an appearance. but enough said. i do not want to spoil the cinematic experience.

and on the topic of spoiling, i'm about to spoil my sunday with more laundry.... sigh.

i've seen more movies. i'm probably what you would call an addict. i mean how else can you explain how i saw wanted. oh hold on, there was an explanation: james mcavoy.

"hello. i am james mcavoy and i'm in the narnia movie and am TOO adorable for words"

he is not adorable in wanted, however. he is just lame. like a lame edward norton. because the only good bits made me think of fight club (evidence: mention of ikea products, dreary every day life etc...). the bad bits made me think of leaving the theatre. and the really bad parts made me laugh out loud. basically, if you can believe a guild of weavers can become assassins driven by a magic loom, then this is the movie for you. minus eight. it would have only been a minus 5, but i found out i missed out on the gymnastics showcase at the olympics by going to the movie. so it gets minus 3 opportunity cost points.

and i have also just this moment seen baby mama. and by comparison it is oscar worthy. and it has an all star cast that includes steve martin. that guy is ALWAYS hilarious. plus it is a chick flick so even when it is bad it is good. and there are babies and jokes about wanting babies and tina fey and i should probably become best friends because when she is given the chance to dj at a night club she blasts out the lady in red. which we know is the best song of all time. sadly, it empties the dance floor. 6/10.

so i don't sleep these days.

i was worried it was my sleeping conditions. after confirming my dream catcher was in place i decided to make my bed properly and see if that helped.


it didn't.

so obviously i decided i needed to buy new bed linen. tonight is the real test run... fingers crossed.

the good news is that i have the olympics to keep me company into the wee small hours. and now that nu zild success has made me proud to be a k1w1 i'm obsessed. i have such a crush on valerie vili i can *not* get enough of her walking around the bird's nest with the flag draped all over her winning self. and thanks to the wonders of the internet i can watch it any time i please.

you know what else i watch any time i please (provided i can go to a cinema and pay my hard earned cash for a ticket)? mamma mia. i saw it again. it was as - if not more - awesome than i remember. pierce brosnan's return to his remington steele form was long awaited but TOTALLY WORTH IT. actually, who needs sleep when you can watch this clip over, and over, and over, and over again?

most mornings getting up is my enemy. and my enemy wins every friggen day. i resist though. which is why three mornings in a row i've had less than ten minutes to get on all my clothes for the day (which usually takes minimum two attempts anyway due to me being indecisive), pack my bag, make school lunch and find a matching headband or ribbon.

somethings gotta give, and recently that has meant buying my lunch and forgetting to put stuff in my bag.

the ribbon is a non negotiable.

part of why i am so late in the morning is i'm afraid of ghosts these days. thanks film festival! i saw the orphanage. it was horrible. i hated every moment of it. i can't write about it because it is night time and my heart is racing just thinking about thinking about it. gross. anyway it was probably well done. who knows, i watched it through gaps in my fingers. 0/10.

in contrast i completely relished the order of myths. about mardi gras in mobile alabama. with its pomp, ceremony and racism. it was both loving and shocking and made me wish that i had a box of moon pies to eat. due to the numerous poems from mobile, alabama's school chidlren about the wonders of moon pies and how they were like pillows of marshmallow and pools of chocolate fudge sauce. sadly, after extensive internet research, i discover they are basically mallowpuffs. btw when you google mallowpuff and griffins one of the top few sites you come across is this. anyway, order of myths 8.5/10.

i have seen two other movies recently too, thanks to cpw's internet smarts. the first is charlie bartlett, where i fell in love with a character actor in a supporting role, playing the thug. tyler hilton. hopefully not of the hotel hiltons. anyway the movie was more endearing than the trailer would have you believe. 8/10.

and last night i saw teeth. DISTURB. seriously. poster child for chastity discovers she has vagina dentata. hilarity ensues. well, more like terror and severed penises. all tastefully done of course. 8.5/10. it got minus point five for having the freaky guy from nip tuck in it. this is the second time i've seen him in a role that required his penis being cut up. hmm...

call me leonard maltin. actually, don't. but basically all i do these days is work and go to movies. especially now that i have grown weary of lol dogs.

the good thing about movies in general is that you get to sit in a dark room with your phone off.

movies i've seen since my last post:

1. hancock.


i deviated from my diet of film festival movies for hancock. watercooler gossip was that the movie was only 60% good. watercooler gossip was right. it was worth the ticket price just to have missed late night phone calls. plus that first 60% was great. although that could have been the two for one (or as it turned out four for one) cocktails at chow beforehand. also there is debate about whether buff will smith or skinny big ears will smith is hotter. i go for buff. 6/10

2. the wave

i vaguely remember hearing about the book at school. from our third form science teacher. the one who rewarded me with a mars bar for memorising some sort of table. it was my scientific life highlight. anyhoo, i wasn't sure exactly what to expect in this movie. and the 'facist' film society member who forced me to take the worst seat in the house put me off the movie from the get go. but overall it was good. by the end i (a) was in shock and (b) surprised i couldn't speak perfect (or in fact any) german. i couldn't sympathise with the female lead, even though she was the 'voice of reason', which was the nail in the coffin of this movie though. 7/10 or at at strech 7.5 / 10. no robin hood in other words.

3. anvil! the story of anvil.


remember that rockin' canadian band anvil? and how they rocked 1984? neither. mostly because 1984 was all about beat it and the ghostbusters themesong.

anyway, two men who do remember how anvil rocked 1984 are lead singer lips and drummer robb reiner. and like in that song, they're rockin' the suburbs. when they're not delivering hot lunches to local schools. the movie was billed as a real life this is spinal tap. and kind of it was. but it was much sadder. by the end i wanted to cry. but it was good. 8/10 easy. i would have given more if robb's wife and her 1980s hair had more screen time.

4. i think we're alone now.

fast forward to 1988 and you know what was rocking my tape deck?... tiffany. i am not alone in this. obviously. and a friend of mine got to see her in real life and TOUCHED HER HAND at a concert in london not that long ago. and so obviously tiffany and i have a real connection.

this documentary is proof i'm drawn to the aspergic. as i found out about two of tiffany's hardcore followers. the first guy is so much of a hardcore follower he got mentioned on the e true hollywood story: tiffany that was on c4 a few weeks ago. he's the aspergic one. by the end of the doco i felt kind of up beat about him. he's going to get married in the next ten years, probably to alyssa milano. he has prospects. kelly, the intersex fan is in less good of a situation. but then, i've just stalked her youtube page and am thinking maybe i'm being too patronising with my pity. not enough actual tiffany, but totally gripping. 8/10.

here are this weekend's headlines

JACK BLACK NOT ANNOYING IN A MOVIE

i went to see jack black, star of the 'awesome' 'movie' nacho libre, and mos def be adorable in be kind rewind. i got tickets thanks to an influenza and pneumonia cocktail keeping the e-i-d in bed and away from the cinema. lucky me. 10/10 for the ghostbusters and rush hour 2 remakes. but, despite everyone in the theatre being in love with the movie as far as i could tell, i grew weary of the moments that weren't the remakes. 7/10. also, their website lets you swede the covers of movies. i did lotr (as viggo's character, whatshisname) and wedding singer as adam sandler.

ERROL FLYNN A HEARTTHROB


so, after a good night's sleep and a coffee from mojo on kent terrace that took about three years to make, i went to see errol flynn steal the show in the adventures of robin hood. reow. best film in the festival to date. and even though i think he was a dirty smoker, i'd go there. 9/10.

CHAMPAGNE COCKTAILS MAKE YOU DANCE BETTER

throw peach schnapps in a champagne flute, pour over some lindauer and just TRY and stop me finding ricky martin in your collection.

remember how i was in hollywood and actually SAW ricky get his star on the walk of fame. as in i was there basically when this photo was taken. ah, memories. like the corner of my mind.

i was shaking my bon bon in my $14 savemart dress. like miss thing. i am dreading the photos, but at the time i thought i was absolutely charming. and coordinated. plus, in some ways dancing was the only option because it was about minus one thousand degrees last night. i blessed my electric blanket when i got home and had a religious moment as i got to enjoy a preheated bed.

BOY GETS GIRL THEN LOSES GIRL

my final film of the weekend, billy the kid. a documentary about billy, who is unique but tries not to let it go to his head. he falls in love, gets his heart broken, and tells us about his family. also he is a purple belt and is enchanting. 7.5/10 for the doco. 10/10 for billy being awesome (you can read a bit more about it here, and fyi billy is an actual movie star as well) and 20/10 for billy's mother and her metallica tshirt (note i love both equally, and cannot find an internet image of either to save my life.

surprise surprise. christian bale is hot as batman. and heath ledger is a loss to not only to hollywood, but to me. 15/10.

plus i cinelounged it up with free popcorn and seats bigger than my sofa. and i escaped work early. afterwards i baked cupcakes. basically, batman might be tthe greatest movie ever*.

*clearly this statement is not true. for so many reasons. but it might have been more true if there was one addition: danny devito as the penguin. best batman character and actor match ever.

so even though i knew i was going to a movie billed as csi:reykjavik in my head i imagined jarhead and jake.

instead i got a movie that made me feel cold and that took me through the murder of this shady character who may or may not have been a rapist in the 1970s but who definitely had some kind of genetic defect.

obviously, i'm totally spontaneous. as was my decision to see jar city tonight.

it was a good decision. 7.5/10. it would have scored higher but for the scenes with rats and sheep.

also, as an aside, i felt like chocolate pudding tonight too. so went to strawberry fare. it reminded me of being fifteen. except that unlike 1995 the place was empty. luckily some things never change, like the menu. the berry drenched chocolate pudding was just what i wanted. and the service was prompt and polite. 8/10.

everything you ever needed to know about me...

unexpectedly, my electric blanket has competition. there is a new blanket it town thanks to craft 2.0. pictured here. on my lap. it is green on the outside and brown on the inside. i've folded it over in this picture so you get to see both sides AT ONCE.

actually, dwell on this picture. because it contains just about everything you need to know about me.

1) i have at least two awesome blankets
2) i check facebook too often
3) i have the world's ugliest cellphone
4) chelsea clinton, my nyc ipod, is never far from me
5) i have hello kitty stickers on my lappy (aka tupac shakur)
6) i like pillows
7) i went to atomic last night and it was friggen aces. this one is implied by the photo because it was taken at like 9pm and i have already retired to my room for the evening due to physical exhaustion
8) i bought my bed in the late 1990s. i LOVE the wooden frame
9) i washed my hair this weekend. hence the slammin' curls

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part II: c4 uchoose40 voters are retarded.

c4uchouse40 voters are retarded because for (at least) a second time they have voted aerosmith's asteroid song number 1. OF ALL TIME. i watched the first few songs and she's like the wind was like number 38.

outrage!

so anyway, this weak segue leads to how i went to a movie in the wellington film festival today. hold me tight, let me go. at the unfortunate time of 10.45. unfortunate because today is a sunday. and i didn't get home until around 4. AM. and then i watched some gossip girl. i'm an addict.

for a proper review of the movie go here. basically it is a doco about 40 or so kids with behavioural problems brought about by severe emotional trauma who go to a boarding school. it is a window into their world. their world is pretty sux. i cried. 8/10. but the film festival internet ticket sales 0/10. i got a lame oh seat to the very side at the paramovnt even though i booked on the third day that tickets were available and even though the theatre was on the empty side. sure, my mum never stabbed my dad so in the scheme of things: no big deal. but it is the type of incompetence that after four hours sleep i really did not have the patience for. so i talked about how stoopid it was at volume while the lights dimmed. IN YOUR FACE FILM FESTIVAL INTERNET TICKET SALES.

some days i just sit around and think about ray liotta. and how one time he was in an awesome movie called corrina, corrina. the one with whoopie goldberg and the ever delightful tina majorino. i say she's ever delightful because it is true. one glance at napoleon dynamite and you'd be with me.

anyway tina majorino is the link in this chain. because she has been on big love. and so has amanda sayfried. and amanda sayfried is in the best movie since high school musical hit the small screen....

mamma mia.

basically you should see it. because it is awesome (10/10). but if i have to make the appeal that bit sweeter i'd say pierce brosnan pulls off the white pant look and plays his role with conviction. and colin firth gets his kit off. sort of. amanda sayfried though, is bland and maybe 12 years old. plus she's offended the gays. to quote someone quoted on imdb " A source tells the publication, "Outrageous! How can (Seyfried) diss (disrespect) the gays like that? This is our movie!"". tut tut.

i saw it at the embassy. where i nearly got a nose bleed from the shitty seats even though almost noone was there. then i ate pizza at one red dog (the place never changes, 6.5/10)and caught and environmentally taxi home. great night out. i wonder what ray liotta was doing tonight? is he in a csi spinoff yet. that man was MADE for that kind of role.