Lengthy title there, but I was just watching 10 Things I Hate About You for the second time this week. After seeing it at least once a month for the past 2/3 years, I still haven't pushed myself past the poem at the end - I don't think anybody's ever sat and watched a film like that with me, you know, properly - but I just can't handle them. I'm really much softer than you'd think...
But I keep on watching that film because it has a brilliant soundtrack - and Heath Ledger. The hopelessly romantic bad boy.
Yes please.
I really don't think I'm enjoying Dolphinholme - neither is Kitty.
I was left for two nights, three days whilst everyone popped up to Scotland to see my aunt, and it got quite lonely up here with no transport. Kitty obviously felt it too, as she literally followed me wherever I went, and sat on my feet whenever I stood still. If she couldn't find me, she'd lie in the hall and meow hopelessly until I shouted her name. Oh, we are a pair.
I haven't played my guitar properly in about a month - I'm going to give it a go tomorrow, but at the moment I'm just not feeling it.
I think living in the country has sent me into a downward spiral. When I ordered my mushroom hoodie, and my mum told me that I'd have to stay in on the Wednesday (I ordered it on Monday) in case it arrived - I was completely astounded to hear that something could get to Dolphinholme in such a short amount of time. We're only about fifteen minutes away from Lancaster - you've no idea how much I've had to remind myself of this.
Oh - and I've run out of reading material again. As much as Neil Gaiman is truly a literary genius, I can't read his comics more than three times a week.
So, yes - I'm reading Bridget Jones - The Edge Of Reason. Honestly, I need to get out of this bloody house.
Fuck Dolphinholme and the backwards insulation that we seem to have.
- A x
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment