Hot Fuzz and Jamez again

So I just saw Hot Fuzz for the second time, I'll be wandering around for days randomly saying "Cornetto?" ... If you haven't seen it yet, don't worry, it's not really a spoiler. It's seriously recommended if you like Shaun of the Dead, obviously, it has the same humour and light-heartedness about it. But I will say that there is a reason it's a 15!

I went to see it with Dan, my good buddy Dan, and some of his family, because I'm going to be living with them as of tomorrow! Which is very exciting. I was a bit nervous though, which made me go a bit quiet and stuff... Not excessively so, I mean, I doubt they would have noticed, but I did.

Problem is, just as I was starting to get over my nerves, I saw Jamez. With some skinny blonde chick. He waved at me and I sort of nodded back, thinking that I couldn't go talk to him because I wanted to swear and punch him in the face. Obviously, by the time that desire works its way through several layers of Englishness, it's translated into merely not hugging him. Or maybe an awkward handshake. And nobody wants to see that happen, do they.

No, no, he's not an ex. It was never as concrete as that. Far more complicated. But it doesn't matter, I wish him well, I really do.

No, really.


I do.

Gucci, dahling

When my mum left her last job, she was given some very expensive Gucci bath stuff and perfume that she then gave to me, saying she'd never use it. So I've been wearing it lately and smelling very expensive, which is always fun! However, I have had to resist the urges to totter around in high heels going "Yeahs, it's Gucci, dahling, Gucci, fwafwafwah" (which of course posh people do ALL THE TIME). Now all I've got to do is find someone to smell nice at.

Anyway, in case you're interested, I'm feeling a lot better now. Still working on it, but more positive generally... probably because the sky was blue today. That makes an insanely huge difference.

Confessional

Ok, I'd like to say straight away that I don't believe in 'confession' through a priest. I don't think it's necessary. People can talk directly to God, but this post is going to serve as a bit of a confession for reasons I'll explain later.

I haven't been doing too well with the old religion thing. Um. It's completely my own fault; I haven't been reading my Bible, I've been cramming in prayer before I go to sleep (which is regularly after 3am), I've been skipping breakfast, all sorts of terrible things. The result of which is that I've been starving myself spiritually.

It's all very well asking for your daily bread, but when you're too weak to reach out and take it... I'm going to start praying for daily IV drip.

I woke up this morning desperate for grace. I went to church longing for something, whatever it is, hoping that maybe the problem would get sorted somehow.

But instead, INSTEAD I get a complete SOUL-BASHING from a 21st century PHARISEE. Ugh. Sorry, sorry, I know that's really strong, but I'm not exaggerating when I say that I cried through most of the sermon this morning. The speaker was telling us how some men are given the gift of teaching, and that if we really love God, we'll follow His laws. For someone who was already feeling low, that was all it took to reduce me to an emotional wreck. If I'd been feeling totally secure in my walk with God, maybe it would have made me feel very self-righteous - but that's not ideal either, really, is it.

I made a terrible congregation member after that. I kept muttering bad words under my breath, and had to actually stop myself from shouting out in disagreement when he asserted that "the Bible is sufficient". He's truly one of those who believe in the Father, the Son and the Holy Bible. I NEED Spirit.

One of the other cliches that gets thrown about sometimes is "All Spirit and no Word, you burn up, all Word and no Spirit, you dry up, Word and Spirit, you grow up." Well I'm all doctrined out. I know a lot about the theology. Now please, PLEASE, can I experience some of it for myself?

So as I said, with all this on my mind, getting through to God has been tricky. So you guys are going to have to be my confessional, if that's ok with you.
Hi, my name is Anna, and I'm a crap Christian.

A new home

For those of you who don't know, for this gap year I'm living with a host family. I've spent 6 months with this family, and they've been very good to me, but now it's time for me to move on. (I got sick of them? They got sick of me? No. Just moving on, that's all.)

So tonight, I went to have a meal with my new host family, just to 'check'. They're all very lovely indeed. Funny thing is, people have been asking me if I know Bridget, and every time I say "No, no I don't, I don't know ANYONE called Bridget" and then I saw her tonight and I just went (in my head) "OH MY GAWSH IT'S BRIDGET."

Bridget was one or two years above me in high school, and she did drama, so I was thoroughly in awe of her. I still remember her immortal line in Oh What A Lovely War, "I'm RUSSIAN!" See, it's not a funny line, until she says it. Genius. So I was there at the dinner table going slightly embarrassed and quiet, thinking about the play and wondering if there was any cool way of reminding her who I am. But since I doubt she'd remember me, the answer to that is a resounding No.

Ah yes, children, I know it's hard to believe but I wasn't always cool. No, really. I used to be antisocial, aggressive, unconfident, and introverted. Hard to believe when you bear in mind the person I have blossomed into... *cough* Sorry, I can't even TYPE that with a straight face. Seriously, though, I've changed quite a lot even since I left school less than a year ago. For the better, I think.

Open mic night: Cowes

So, tonight was my first time at open mic night. I had a great time, I went with my brother and James to watch Chris perform. Only to find that I had been betrayed by my own sister.

I'm not a very romantic person, I tend to be incredibly sensible. Pretty much the only way through my defences is... erm... Brown Eyed Girl, by Van Morrison. I can't help it! Ben sang it once at Soul Survivor and I practically turned to goo. It's my kryptonite. And my beloved sister has served me up a kryptonite sandwich. She knows I've just started getting to know Chris, so (because she couldn't be there in person) she texted through a song request... yeah.

So I was there going bright red while Chris sang Brown Eyed Girl, which James found endearing enough to steal me a rose from the bar. Fortunately I was jammed into a corner where I couldn't see Chris, or it would have weakened me even more!

I had fun singing along to anything and everything. Gutted I had to leave so early, really. The one thing I'm not so keen on, however, is how I smell of cigarette smoke... seriously, it's the most revolting smell in the world. They say nobody hates it as much as someone who's never smoked, so I suppose that's why.

If you're reading this, Judi, you are a very bad girl and I shall have serious words with you!

Relentless obsession is totally healthy!

... So is denial.

My life, my life is over, woe is me, etc. I know it's Valentine's day, I Don't Care. That is not what this is about.

This is about the Lost Experience! Last summer, I was utterly hooked on this 'optional extra' to the Lost series. Yes, I'm a Lost junkie. It was the main source of joy for me over those weeks, providing endless potential for detective work and fan-obsession. Ah, the many blogs that catalogued every last detail. The many fictional company websites. The thousands, no, MILLIONS of video clips that had to be painstakingly assembled in order to work out the plot. Even now I'm not entirely certain it's not real. Rachel Blake, if you're reading this, keep fighting Hanso! Don't give up!

The problem I'm having, this existential crisis of mine, has been brought on by the revelation that there will be no sequel. There. Will. Be. No. Sequel. The Lost Experience was completely open-ended, completely leaving the way open for a continuing storyline. In fact a sequel was not just possible, but practically NECESSARY.

Apparently there was too much criticism of TLE. Apparently people didn't like the pacing, the content, the plot. Apparently the number of fanon sites made it confusing. APPARENTLY they have completely FAILED to take into account the fact that I NEED closure! Not to mention something to obsess over this summer, to take the sting out of preparing for uni.

So: puppetmasters, please, make a sequel, if only for me!

Meta-humour isn't funny

Ohno! What am I going to do?!

Mind you, I do find a certain smug satisfaction in the fact that this is technically meta-meta-blogging. And that that was meta-meta-meta blogging, etc. ad nauseum. See, that's why "meta" is so fun; just slam it in front of anything to make it obscure and elitist, which is always a laugh. Of course, I'm not the first to notice this, as you can see, in fact I've looked pretty thoroughly at that blog entry and I can't see anything even approaching a subject.

Here follows some "meta-humour" / anti-jokes / broken jokes. I loves it.

"Three blind mice walk into a bar. They are unaware of their surroundings, so to derive humour from their predicament would be exploitative." - Bill Bailey

What did the little boy with no arms or legs get for Christmas? Cancer.

What's worse than finding a worm in an apple? Being KILLED BY AN AXE-WIELDING MANIAC!!

Why was six afraid of seven? It wasn't. Numbers are not sentient or capable of feeling fear.

When is a door not a door? When it's half open.

Yo mama's so fat she has to wear large clothes!

"My dog has no nose."
"How does he smell?"
"He can't; he has no nose!"

So you're walking down the beach when a bicycle falls out of your pocket. How many potatoes does it take to make a pancake?
About a fish this colour.

And I'll leave you with this.

There once was a man from St. Bees
Who was stung on the arm by a wasp
When asked, "Does it hurt?"
He replied, "No it doesn't;
But I'm glad that it wasn't a hornet."

Stuff that happened today (novel idea!)

On Sundays after church, I go home to my family's house for some much-needed family time. Normally this falls flat as my family all have their own things to do, but this week my sisters are both down from the mainland! It's been brilliant to see them both, and I would have loved to spend more time with them. We've had fun though. Judith and I came up with an entire prequel and sequel to the Labyrinth, one of our favourite films, not to mention completely dissecting it and reading far more meaning into it than was ever intended by its makers.

So right now, Naomi will probably be back in London, Michael is in bed, and everyone else is in the front room watching the meerkat equivalent of Big Brother. I'm waiting for Top Gear to start. I'm not entirely sure why I love TG so much, but I really do :)

So I have theology tomorrow... I think. I should really check that, since it means getting up at 7am and going to Southampton.

This is an awful lot more personal and detailed than most of the posts I've written lately. But as long as you promise not to stalk me, we're ok, right?

WECLOME TOO MY BLGO

Don't ask!

Questionable Content

So I've been trawling through the archives of Questionable Content lately. Every now and again I find a new webcomic to look through, to see what I think, and hopefully get a few laughs on the way. This one is mainly about some indie-music-types, which has made me feel woefully inadequate as far as my musical education goes. I was thinking of tracking down some Mogwai, maybe getting into the scene from there... then I realised I would be doing it to make cartoon characters like me.

Yeah, so I won't be doing that.

Anyway! Gotta go, I'm off to work and pizza hut. Not at the same time.