In complete procrastination of doing any work pertaining to my all important SER B task, which I have but today and perhaps tommorow afternoon to write, I spent most of yesterday afternoon NOT attending at the gym (ok, police work is getting to me) but slobbed out on the couch watching Batman Begins and Batman Begins Again (+2 digi hours). It was after the second showing (fourth actually, if you count how many times I've watched it this past week) that I realised that at times, the script writing is pretty cringe inducing. There are times when thespian-like actors like Gary Oldman, Morgan Freeman utter sentences that they should only utter in their twenties in much more camp movies (perhaps the second lot of Batman movies). Lines like "I've got to get me one of those." while quite movie-esque don't really fit into a movie that's being le serious, as this one is aiming to be. SO yeah. CRINGE. Of course, I was hotly distracted by the amount of good looking, good acting blokes around. One can never deny the importance of a good, hot looking, evil supporting cast. In fact, the only reason I WOULD go see Alex Ryder is SIMPLy because of its supporting cast. Mickey Rourke? Ewan MacGregor? Robbie Coltrane? Damien Lewis(playing of course the requisite bad guy with firecrotch hair)? FTW.

Trivia wise. It's interesting to find out that along with Christian Bale - who's IMDB page made me like him even more. He's Welsh. He sounds really really, and I mean, really smart. And I like that he's an avid reader and not prone to marrying beautiful, if not below him, women. So pretty - when he has longer hair. That and he was handpicked by Winona Ryder to be in Little Women. Slobber on him girl! We know you can! Ahem. Tangenital, aren't we today? I can't help it. I actually like him despite his weird accent. I was watching him on the MTV awards (thank you YouTUBE) and I was like FTW. I know he's English/Welsh but his accent sound so...fake. No wonder I was rolling my eyes during the Prestige Trailer. That IS his real voice. Ahem. Back to it, along with Christian Bale, Cilian Murphy and the alwaysh delish Hugh Dancy ALSO tried out for Batman. The very idea of either of them playing Batman makes me laugh. Hugh's too...cute and innocent-looking (Galahad like, if we want to Eddings analyse this) and Cilian's WAY to pretty and thin. In fact, on the IMDB boards, most people are putting his acting as Scarecrow as bringing a little homosexuality to play. This made me giggle. It's just because he's so thin and weedy. But still goregous. That is undeniable. Another, less hot-guy related bit of trivia, is that David S. Goyer, who's name I remotely recognised, co-wrote the script wtih Christopher Nolan, who I am starting to like a great deal. Upon looking Goyer up, I find that he ALSO wrote the Blade Trinity script. Hm. That really doesn't add up. Bar Ryan Reynolds and the always amusingly strange Parker Posey, that movie was a piece of ass made to look like Wesley Snipes COULD beat up MJ's ass (hahaha). SO how does that translate? Is it due to the hot-looking cast and well directed action/drama that I ignore the obvious? The script sucks. I did cringe a few times but it wasn't awfully so, although the bad guys' plan was overly complicated and kind of stupid. League of Shadows? Then again, I really can't bag this, it is a Frank Miller novel. Mmm...Sin City 2. Mmm...The 300.

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In other news. My dvd hasn't come yet but I have devised a way to get that damn dress. Law Ball in less than two weeks and it is GOING to suck jizz. Woot. I can't wait till the 12th or if worse, the 25th.

And sorry for lack of postage. I promise to do post again when I can. Well I can, I just don't want to. See, I need Christian Bale motivation. He's sooo pretty... I couldn't help cooing that throughout that film. I deem it good that someone always had a mask on in scenes with Bale and Murphy otherwise I would dissolve into itty bitty molecules. Hee.


~ M.M.W ~
Schnugged at 08:45 |

This is not fair at all.

I don't mean to be unappreciative but everyone should know exactly what I'm talking about. And it just doesn't make me happy.

And now I have to pretend like I don't care, that it never happened, and that it doesn't ever matter.

Oh for fuck's sake. This sucks. I just can't forget who I'm talking to.

On the other hand, there's nothing like personal misery that draws two people together.

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Okay. I admit it because I can. I'm less miserable than I've pretended to be. But I'm more miserable than I let myself think I would be. And it doesn't make sense because I didn't really feel anything anyway.

This is just pathetic and stupid. And sucky. Yes, most definitely sucky.

Thank god, I don't have work this week.

Who thought that yet another part of my life would deflate in front of me?
Schnugged at 21:44 |

For the past two days, I've worked 28 hours of them. By the end, I was delirious and well hopefully, I lost some minute amount of weight although, that seems ridiculous and impossible.

It ended however with a five hour shift with B, which was delightful, not to say the least. He bought me dinner, even though I didn't really think he meant to. And before that, a really good leftover hour with S, upon which we met J(or P) in a most IRONIC twist of fate since I had been almost shouting about his IMP- beforehand. It was actually really funny given I glanced around me while we were talking and saw this guy and thought, "Wow, that looks a lot like J and hell, wouldn't it be funny if it was?" I turned to Sue to tell her that guy looked a lot like - when she whispered "oh my god" and well yeah, I went on red-alert and was overly social to buffer that very awkward silence. More ironically still, we were talking about S's new flame only a few minutes before.

It's strange what ends up making me happy. For me, it was talking to B, and something as trivial as me calling out his name and then him singing it back to me in that cute little way he does. I never thought of myself as boy-obsessy, but I guess I'm still not over that stint from seven years ago. Then again, that was based on ideals and this is based on...actual, perhaps mutual attraction. And this time, guys, he's not a figment of my imagination (i.e. D, S etc etc etc). And everytime I see him, he just gets impossibly better.

Today, I had three hour conversation with Sue, mainly just about our guys. For two, amazingly well educated individuals (oh we did impart opinions over Howard, the goverment and politics for about half an hour), it ended up the two of us, obsessively detailing our respective interests and how well, damnably wonderful they were. I still don't understand why he likes me and I think that scares me most. If I were skinnier, prettier with amazing hair, I'd know why. But I'm not, I'm on that journey and he isn't supposed to come till the end.

I guess the only option here, is to keep my obsessive, irrational person out of control, and continue this budding friendship. And alas, not forget all the other people on the way. In less than two months, and I hate to say it, but purely because of him, I've become so much more social and well...friends with almost everyone I see at Safeway. It's kinda nice. And such a problem because I want to quit that job and just have my typing one. Safeway used to scare me, but now it's...fun. I NEVER have problems with my job anymore. And most of my supervisors like me (aha, don't laugh). So yeah, I don't know what to do anymore.

Btw, I'm babysitting with B next Sunday. And having coffee with him on Monday. Dear god, I'm going to become boring REALLY REALLY fast.

M.M.W

PS: I lost two kilos. Where did they go? Maybe it was that one day I only ate jelly beans. Today, I ate a slice of brie and a bit of that really healthy flat bread and well yeah...okay, so maybe I should go have dinner now. THAT or wait until tommorow when I can hasten my metabolic rate on the treadmill. Bad me.
Schnugged at 22:53 |

Current Mood: Cute
Music: Stromata - Charlotte Martin

Yesterday was excellente.

Sure, it started off crap. But it eventually sped up to a very VERY expensive evening of lots of food, glorious cocktails (BlueFire Passion, bitchez!) and a night out on the Docklands. I EVEN made it back BEFORE 12, which I think my mum was weirdly happy about. Haha. I also remember, tipsily, on the way back home in the taxi, looking out the window and seeing something, thinking it was a random kid standing there and going 'Hey! What's with the ki-'. Midway, I break off, everyone else peering too, and I realise. Its a boy. Standing. And a girl, sitting in front of him. Doing you know what. Oh, parfait.

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So. In other news:

- Sue broke up with James. Can I just state for the very unofficial record that I am not surprised? I kinda smelled a dying wail of a relationship, although I'm not entirely going to put this on James' head. From the very first moment I saw Sue and James 'interacting' together - I had an inkling it wouldn't go far. As far as I could see, Sue did not respect him and as doing so, made him do most of the work. I liked James - but the problem was, I more often pitied him. I wanted to help but I couldn't. Sue's my friend. My side of the fence has already been chosen for me. And Sue's not a bad girl. She's just...I guess, a cruel girfriend.

- Bryn and Me?
Well, he made another movie which I most un-courteously dismissed. There is something achingly wrong with me. So you know what I did? I went home, after agonising over it for several hours, and 're-wrote' exactly what happened. No, A'mes, it did not END UP with me getting with him in the storerooms (if I HAD to do it in Safeway, I'd probably do it in the Cash Office. Hah.) In fact, I said the right things and smiled at him and was far more beautiful than the reality allows, and...his *surprisesurprise* beautiful blonde, skinny girlfriend arrives and my heart breaks etcetera etcetera. Kate had a really witty line somewhere in there about cows and sows, but alas....I quite enjoyed last night's rendition of everyone screaming at me for saying 'No'. Yeah. That WAS kinda stupid. But hey, it'sa ME.




~ M.M.W ~
Schnugged at 22:52 |