my long weekend of twilight.

i don't have much to comment on today. which is kinda lame i know.... but i did fancy writing so i thought i'd open up a new post and see what would happen when i typed.

i could talk about my new found obsession of the twilight book series?...

i have a new found obsession for the twilight book series ♥ (yes, that's right. 3 million years after everyone else the penny finally drops for me...)

i read the first book from cover to cover in 6 hours on thursday. and i would quite possibly consider it one of the most productive days off i have had... ever. and i, like a fair number ofadolescent and 20-something girls, am in love with edward cullen (and want to be bella swan). the best fantasy male character ever created by anyone, fact. my eyes have been opened to the appeal of robert pattinson (i really didn't get AT ALL before).

so yes... my twilight quest continued the following day when i spent my day in bookshops seeking out new moon, eclipse and breaking dawn. i was successful in obtaining new moon and eclipse at borders but sadly i'm too much of a scrooge to fork out for the hardback breaking dawn (i also am hoping to hold out for paperback just so it can go with the rest of my collection. does anyone else get that? or is it just me being picky?)

THEN. on saturday i found the dvd of twilight in asda for a fiver. i wasn't allowed to watch it that night as my boyfriend, like me, wants to read the book before seeing the film. instead the evening was spent with disney... in particular wall-e and ratatouille. (p.s now very much in love with wall-e... ratatouille didn't seem to have as much depth.)

sunday evening was the magic alone time i had been craving. i got all pj-ed up and watched twilight all on my lonesome. and (everyone is going to hate me for this) came away from the experience feeling rather disappointed. despite its best attempts, the film did not capture the emotions of the book in the same raw, energetic way i had experienced whilst reading it. it felt diluted and rather lacklustre. or maybe i built it up too much? saw the film too near reading the book? i'm not really sure... but it certainly lacked something. don't get me wrong now. i felt the actors got the characters spot on throughout and nothing annoyed me about their performances whatsoever. maybe i felt the film should've been longer? i don't know. but maybe it deserves another watch when i'm further removed from the experience of the book.

at the moment i'm engrossed in new moon. i pretty much don't want to do anything else but sit with the duvet around me and read and drink tea and read and drink tea all day long. its unfortunate that my much loved MA feels like an annoying inconvenience at the moment. but i'm going home earlier than i thought today so maybe get the opportunity to immerse myself in it in a couple of hours time.

L.H.O.O.Q

i'm at uni today doing the things that students do... or don't do perhaps is the case. you decide.

anywhooooo... the day started off with a nice little introduction to the concept of detournement and then was followed with a seminar on the same subject... i would divulge but frankly it's addled my brain and it will do yours unless you are always one of those fab types who know what i'm talking about already. see above duchamp piece for prime example.

besides being completely mind addling... it was all rather interesting and inspiring. this morning's experience cemented my opinion even more that all of my tutors are near god-like. how do they know so much? how are they so cool and hip? how did they get where they are? how can i get there please?

obviously it has taken them a lot of time, money and hardwork to be where they are but they seem like the sort of people that just magically wound up teaching about the great ideas of the world (well... art & design) to us minions. that kind of power is enviable.

and moving back a little bit to the subject of detournement (in fashion)... does anyone remember the dress dipped in ice by robert cary williams? i am dying to find an image of it but alas nothing... nada. think it was from 2006? i'm not sure but yes... let me know if you do have an image please. would make me very happy to see it.

in other news... its wednesday and you know what that means. 8pm = comfy clothes, chocolate, couch and chuck... of gossip girl that is. can't help but feel the same excitement and build up of ten years ago when i was a teenage dawson's creek devotee. let the anticipation of the ultimate in visual feasting begin!

you know you love me. xoxo

my new most favourite dress ever.

i have had the most loveliest birthday weekend and received the most beautiful gifts including my new most favourite dress ever from all saints. my lovely mr. parker had the genius enough to purchase this dress and knew without me even seeing it in store prior to purchase that i would fall head over heels in love with it. that man knows me well.

today is the day before final presentation day of my first MA assignment, as as per usual i seem to find so many things to occupy my time than the task at hand. *sigh* i do annoy myself at times.

so alas i should get on with my work and find some time to blog some more later. here's a little picture of myself in my new most favourite dress ever as a miniture token...

it's a shame that the rather fetching gold sash i stole off an unsuspecting friend of mine is covering up the nicest details of the dress... also loving the dress becky is wearing to the left of me. ace.

more to come when i've been a good girl and finished my work. x

barmaidery

apologies... it has been two weeks since my last blog. i have been getting over a horrendous cold as well as being quite the busy bee. as well as once again becoming a student, i have entered the world of barmaidery. can you call it barmaidery? i'm not sure. but oh well... yes i have a part time job in the indie club that i have been frequenting since i was much too young to be doing so. friday night was my first shift.

the first hour was a delicate process... making sure i poured a pint without too much foamyness, finding out the prices of every single little drinkie (still not sure about most of it to be honest) and working out how to work the tills properly. i was a little bit nervous to say the least... particularly since this was the first time i had ever ever worked in a bar and it was friday night in freshers week. you could say that i was stuck firmly in the proverbial deep end.

but it ended up being a lot better than i had initially expected. i met some lovely co-workers who were very patient and encouraging with me. not at any point did i have a breakdown and walk out. and the 6 and a half hours flew by rather quickly. all in all a rather good first shift. my next is on thursday... the eve of my birthday.

yes it is my birthday this friday. i normally love birthdays. like to make them last as long as possible. birthdays should always be happy times but i am beginning to wish that i wasn't getting older. it would be nice to live in a world where a birthday wouldn't automatically entail an increase in digits. alas. we cannot have everything. so i shall continue to love birthdays for all that they are.. and not start to worry about the increasing digits until i start to ask for oil of olay for my birthday. hopefully times will never be that desperate.

so although this is short i must go and do some uni work for now. but i promise... i shall not be one of those fairweathered bloggers. and my next blog will be ever so much more interesting too, i hope.