Midnight screenings

Working at the cinemas has its advantages. Like free midnight screenings of big blockbusters like The Avengers. The disadvantage is having close minded, old-fashioned parents who think its ‘wrong’ for a girl to be out this late. Now, I’m not a party girl. I keep up good grades. I’m pretty anti-social actually — as my friends already know. Is it too much to ask for one night? It’s for work. I mean, really? My brother is out practically every night until 2 am and no questions are ever asked. Sometimes, I wish sexism didn’t exist.

P.s. I’m still going. I’m such a rebel daughter.

The yearly dread

birth-day
noun
1. the annual anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and present-giving

Every year, the cold air surrounding this day thins.

A birthday, light years away, I awoke to find a paper of my outdated likes montaged in a letter. Outdated, sure. But at least it showed you cared, somewhat.

A few years ago this turned into a generic happy birthday card printed from the internet. Last year there was even a watermark across this printed letter. Still a letter, none the less.

This year, there was no letter.

I feel no celebration. No occasion. No present giving. Happy birthday indeed.

Here’s Johnny

Today, I discovered I’ve been living amongst a murder house.

You know how you always hear stories, or watch movies, of a recent dweller who committed a terrible act and buried the bodies in the backyard? Well, this person decided to make it his reality. And in my neighbourhood too.

Apparently so, a family lived in a house, not too far from my house. They killed people. A family event, maybe? The Cullens had their weekly hunts. The Brady Bunch had their ‘Marsha Marsha Marsha’ meetings. These Mohammad’s had their lamb sacrifices. And when these sacrifices weren’t accepted by their dear Allah, they buried them in the backyard. Sadly though, the family escaped to Lebanon (to kill some of their own kind). But they had to of course cover their tracks. So they devised a cunning plan that was seen in an episode of Dexter. Rebuild the house and sell it. Well they sure left that out of the house listings.

“Newly renovated 4 bedroom house. Modern kitchen and bathroom, dining and lounge area with spacious backyard; comes free with two bodies. Close to shops and parks.”

The current Asian tenants were none the wiser as Police seized their home for dismantling and placed them in a Hostel.

Disturbia’s come alive. If only I had a telescope at hand to witness this first hand.

People are stupid.

I honestly don’t understand people who go to the movies, ask to watch, for example, The Hunger Games, then have the nerve to continue with, “Oh by the way, what’s it about?” I understand coming to the cinema with an undecided mind on what you want to see. But actually coming without the slightest clue of what the movie is about? Now that is just ridiculously silly. Stupid people should stop procreating. Please.

The Hunger Games

Being a fan of the book, of course I was excited to hear that the movie would be coming out soon. Last night, I went to see said movie. All I can say is, do not go with people who have not read the book. You will spend, practically, the entire time explaining what’s happening without actually enjoying it yourself.

Personally, though, I’m not sure where I quite stand. I’m in between annoyed-by-the-camera-shaking-technique and peeta-I-love-you-peeta. Maybe a second watch and I’ll be more convinced.

Without you

I’ve finally broken down. I never knew it would be this hard to live without you. And just the thought of you leaving me for good aches my heart. He’s not as good as you. He doesn’t understand me like you do. He makes me miss you even more.

I feel more alone than ever without you. Please don’t leave me. I’ll miss you too much, Mum. Get better soon, please

I miss you

Sometimes I wonder what happened to us. We don’t talk anymore. I miss it. Its partly my fault, I guess. I just want to go back to how things were…

Messagebank

For some time, Telstra has apparently changed from the classic and simple “Please leave a message after the tone” voicemail to “Please leave a message and I will convert it [incorrectly] to a text message.” This was particularly frustrating today, when I got a call from what I think was a possible job interview. So I did the smart thing and rang them back on the number. I however, didn’t take into account that the name left in the message could be wrong. He said he would call me back (without taking my number down, mind you) and I haven’t yet received a call. I think he thought I was an idiot. Thanks again, Telstra!

To my Valentine

The hardest thing I have to do is tear myself away from your warm embrace every morning

I love you, bed.

House of Night

I’ve been recently reading The House of Night Series. Well not so much recently. More so, on and off again for the past year. It isn’t particularly good. Which explains why I haven’t had the need to really sit down and finish it. And I’m not a real vampire fanatic. A friend (who is) suggested it and I’m not going to ‘knock it before I try it’. I’m up to Untamed, the 4th installment so far, and I’ve noticed something. Cast, upon writing each book, has a constant need to reiterate every little detail about each character as though the reader hasn’t read the previous books. It’s a series, Cast. They would have read the previous books. Please stop constantly referring back to the very beginning. We know that she is a vampire and sleeps during the day. How dumb do you think your audience is? I don’t know why I’m bothering to continue reading this poor series. I have bought The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and The Hunger Games and they are by far worth my time. Why am I still wasting my time on this? *sigh* I guess it’s one of those this-is-so-crappy-yet-i-cant-put-it-down things, sometimes.

Oh and another thing I’m fairly certain I’ve already addressed in previous posts… Your editor actually sucks. They obviously haven’t read your book. I’ve found numerous amounts of grammatical errors and misspelt words. I don’t even know how this went unnoticed before print. Usually you need to use the ” before someone speaks or weren’t you taught that in writing school?

/vent over