Saturday, 24 October 2009

Temper, Temper..

*I threw an umbrella at Luke's head because he annoyed me by walking fast out of the cinema and not basking in the cold glow of the Pandorum credits...

...I need to work on my temper...

Or I just need to hit him harder.

IMPORTANT UPDATE: I'm fucking hungry.

*this was also written in late September

It Made Me Laugh When...

(this was written, 28th Sep)...I was about to twitter how excited I was to have cleared out the inbox for all seven of the emails I have and then I saw the gorgeous Spricket's tweet about winning an Emmy and I realized that there I was, wearing snowflake socks, a gumby t-shirt and didn't have an Emmy.

Even now it makes me crack up at how wonderfully and hilariously different two lives can be.

"oh well!"

The Paper Tells Me To Set It On Fire

new posts that were initially written a while ago...
My To Do list tells me to do this, even though it is from September 23rd. I want to cross off everything. So here, I dive.

The September Issue

Watching the film with Molly and Luke
In the Landmark Sunshine Theatre,
Fashion comes together as if by a fluke
In clothes I am a naught but an amateur.

Grace Coddington shines with wit and bite,
Anne Wintour commands my respect,
Shaping the world with little respite,
It is truly amazing; the world they affect.

Haha, yes! My To Do List told me that instead of just saying a film was nice or awesome, I must try to review the films with poetry. My knowledge of poetry is strictly limited, thus this shapeless verse. Hopefully my poems about films can only get better... or at least hilariously worse?

But wait, it's not safe! There's more!

Paper Heart
Charlyne Yi almost purposefully awkward and stubborn
Stumbles about on screen
With little affect on my heart strings and
a burning desire to shout,
you fool, love is nothing, it's there!

Diggity done. It's going to feel so good when I slash my pen against the crisp beige paper!

P.S: Also, after seeing Paper Heart, Molly and Sam departed and Felicia and I headed home to play Rock Band, while Brooke, fairly gloomy, craved adventure.

Well, she got it. We had only just seen Butterflies and Ester, the lovely filmmaker and gone out on the town for buttery nipples and then wine at the KGB bar, where two Australians were actually nice for a change...

That's just the backstory, Ester calls us up on Saturday night mentioning the fabulous words, you don't have to pay for anything. This of course, excites us, alcohol and good times out usually being excited. As tired as I was, I decided we should brave it.

A few hours later, two bottles of Belvedere and out table is a little empty, Brooke is well, indisposed and being taken home and I'm wonderfully drunk of my two part vodka drinks and shots and talking to everyone. Felicia, taking on the Mum role hands me a water, and I gladly drink it down.

Watching Brooke err, do her thing, made me feel, well, a little ill myself, and so, out back by the service entrance, I bent neatly down behind the recycables and began to throw up, once, twice, thrice, each time squirting my bottle and the brownish water, washing it away.

I smell a little of puke but the cab is full and I am to stay and party on. I clean myself up, dance, drunk text Jake, and dance and dance, all the while Ester's boyfriend is taking photo after photo of us. "When do I get to see my blackmail pictures?" I joked.

Felicia came back and we continued to dance and laugh and have a merry old time, and then it was getting late and Felicia decided we should go home. I got a reasonable way in the taxi but the stop-starts made me feel sick, so I asked to walk. We walked, I got into bed, death-rattled for a bit and woke up in the morning feeling rather positive about it all.