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5月26日 The DaVinci CodeSo, Saturday I went to see the DaVinci Code with Renee. Why have I waited until now to share this? Because I'm lazy, that's why. Having not read the book, I actually thought the movie was pretty good. I know that there have been some mixed reviews from the film critics, but I don't usually pay too much attention to what they say, because most of them are jackasses....
I couldn't read the book - I tried and tried, and failed. I like reading, really, but for some reason, I just couldn't get into it... I don't know why, probably because the beginning is kinda boring, and I don't know a lot about art, or Paris. It would have probably been pretty cool if I had been to the places in the book... but I havn't.
In my opinion it was the kind of movie that I could watch more than once (and I hate watching movies more than once)... because I think if you went back and watched it again, there'd be parts that you missed the first time.
On the bubblezworld review chart: I give it... SOFTDRINK
Oyeah, I decided to be a movie reviewer. Ratings are as follows:
1. Water (crap)
2. Soda Water (ok)
3. Soft Drink
4. Spa Bath
The higher the bubble rating, the more awesome. Rating five is simply awesome, and doesn't require a stupid little rating.
Clearly, I have too much time on my hands... but IM ON HOLIDAYS! YAY ME! 5月25日 The State Of OriginI have never been particularly patriotic when it comes to the State of Origin. Sure, i watch it and stuff, but only when I was going out with Adrian did I specifically 'GO' for any team... I went for QLD because he went for NSW and used to have a tearie like a little bitch :) every time they lost :) Which back then was a bit more frequently than it has been in recent years. But now I don't really care who wins. Although, if it came down to it, I may be partial to NSW more than QLD for the sole reason that they call the QLD guys the Cane Toads... and we all know about my complete hatred for cane toads... Interestingly enough toads and cockroaches are the two teams, and they are both creepy creatures that never seem to die...
Anyway, yesterday I had a kinda shitty day for reasons that I will disclose when I figure it all out, but i don't want to speak too soon. So it was easy to say that I was in a rather feral mood. From what I knew, everyone was going over to Neil and Katie's for the state of origin, so I headed over there.
The first thing I was told by Nicole when i walked through the door was that when Kristin went inside wearing her NSW shirt, that Neil freaked (because he's a QLD boy) and tried to (from what i understand) throw her in the shower with her clothes on, because she was dirty. Apparently, she had her "All four hands up on the wall"... and that was just the start of what we could expect from Nicole that night. Don't get me wrong, I think she is one of the nicest and funniest people I have ever met, but she really is a steryotypical blonde...
Other highlights, although not restricted to Nicole included:
"Oh, that's so cute, they both have the same car"
"Yeah, except one is automatic and the other one is auto"
"Oh, the suspension is really killing me"
"Take off your maroon skirt and put some blue pants on"
I also got K.O'd by Neil, who was bouncing off the walls. It was kind of funny, he tackled everyone, and I wasn't really paying attention, and I was wearing slippers, so when he ran at me, my legs just wooshed up in the air. The only part that hurt was when i took out the knobby bit on the chair with my cheek, and then, the SAME CHAIR banged me on the knee. Suprisingly, it didn't hurt my back at all (which is buggered AGAIN), thus freaking me out about getting old.
Expect more updates soon... I'm on holiday next week, and then I think I am going to have a bit more time on my hands than I have of late... and that's all i am going to say about that for now...
Peace out  5月17日 Five things my ocd can't deal withI was tossing up whether to call this post 'why i am insane' but i think that i have already used that title recently. As a rule, i am a fairly easy-going person, with limited anal-retentiveness, or so i tell people. In comparision to other members of my family, my ocd may even be classified as 'mild' when you take into consideration that certain people (not naming any names) can only wash towels on a certain day? have all their mugs facing a certain way? have the feature pillows and bedspread in their bedroom perfectly symmetrical? and can only have matching sheets, with the patterns face up on the bottom sheet and face down on the top sheet... And if these things don't happen, the balance of the universe will not be restored until all problems are rectified.
So I give you my list of ocd issues.
So basically, I have a 'thing' with co-ordination and making suire things match the right way. I also have some other weird phobias and dislikes that i am not going to bore you with right now... particularly about my supreme inhibility to cope with cotton wool (shudders) ew, ew, ew, ew, it is the most horrible texture in the entire world, and just thinking about it gives me goosebumps ew, ew, ew.
I nearly had a nervous breakdown when i saw this.
If anyone else has weird ocd issues, please share so i feel like less of a freak! 5月16日 I would be so smart if i lived in GermanySo, my car is still being held together with wire, and running awesomely, despite me not being able to find anywhere that has the bolt I need to fix it. But, yesterday afternoon, I went over to the really cool mechanic across the complex from my work and asked him if he had one. The reason I say ‘really cool’ is because it’s german, and called ‘schwabengarage’. Which is an awesome name in itself. What’s even more cool is that the little old german man who works there is adorable, and has a German accent, wide eyes, an enormous smile and an adorable little lisp.
He explained that ‘it is ok – that bolt only to hold tightness of belt, you be ok a couple of days’ in his german-ey accent and went on to explain about how the belt is tightened, and that he should have unscrewed the other bolt first. Then, he told me that he would be able to find one in his workshop somewhere and bring it over to me tomorrow.
So in my state of excitedness for understanding what was going on with my car, I rang Neil to tell him what Haanz (I don’t know if that is his name, but it sounds german) told me about the bolts, and he got all cranky and said that was exactly what he explained to me twice on Sunday night. Whoops… I guess if he had said it with a cool german accent, I would have understood. So from now on, when he explains car stuff to me, he will do it in a German accent. It’s fun for the whole family, really. ___________________________________________________________________________
Yay! Haanz just bought me over a spare bolt… but it might be too small, but if he is, he found another one! This is an awesome day so far, and it’s only lunch time! 5月15日 Apparently, Tow Trucks are for 'THE WEAK'So... my car is broken AGAIN - are you suprised? I'm not. I pretty much expect it to stuff up every 2 weeks now. Last night (after bugging him to do it since about 4:00 in the afternoon, and insesantly for the last week) Neil agreed to tighten my fan belt, actually, I take that back - it was his idea in the first place like three weeks ago when I mentioned the problem to him - Rather, when my car screeched like an elephant in pain when he was driving to the shops in it, and he said 'all you need to do is tighten the fan belt, i can do it for you, but it will cost you a chocolate breaka' so i weighed up the options for about one milosecond- $3.15 for the milk vs $315 for a mechanic... no contest really.
So anyway, distractions including: dinner, Dave coming over, Big Brother being on, Nicole and My voices being like nails on a blackboard (apparently), putting together a set of drawers from ikea, and building a bonfire all pushed the repairs of my car back to approximately 10:30 last night, when it would take 'like two minutes' to tighten a bolt. It really wasn't a good sign, when as soon as he tried to tighten the bolt, he dropped his little unscrewy thing into the oblivion under my bonnett, and pretty much got his arm stuck trying to get it back. So he's tightening away, and he comments 'it doesn't seem to be getting any tighter' followed by 'fuck!'.
Because he uses the word fuck the way most people use the words 'and' ,'like', 'um' and as replacement or emphasis for pretty much any word in any context, I wasn't too worried to hear him exclaim it when he was under the bonnet of my car. But when he said 'the bolt snapped' i thought 'that can't be a good thing' - although i know nothing about engines, I know that the bolts that hold them in place are pretty important. The fan belt is one of those parts that is vital in car-running, and without that bolt, I wasn't going anywhere.
I suggested maybe we should just wait until the morning (it was about 11:30 by this stage) and get my car towed to a mechanic, but apparently 'tow trucks are for the weak' and he could fix it.
The original plan was to zip-tie through the bolt thread, but that was ruled out only because 'the zip tie would probably melt' so instead, he used twisted bits of wire to hold it together, AND IT WORKED! We went for a drive last night after he did it, and i drove to work this morning. 'Dodgy Mechanics, Neil speaking... Our Motto: She'll be right'. The noise is completely and utterly gone, and my car is running awesomely. AND IT IS MISSING PARTS AND HELD TOGETHER BY WIRE!
So I rang mazda wreckers this morning, and apparently, you need to buy the entire fan belt housing tightening mechanism thing for the one stupid bolt that i need, which is just a load of crap but anyway. Steve is going to try and get me one from somewhere, or at least figure out where i can get one the same. But still grrrrr... stupid car!
5月12日 Faeries!Again, thanks to Chickie for this quizzy thing. When I saw hers, I wondered what faerie I was... I also wondered before taking the test what the hell a faerie IS. After taking the test, im not 100% sure anyway, However, I do know that I am THE BUBBLE FAERIE! YAY ME!
  Faeries
 You are the bubble Faerie. Even though you appear fragile and able to pop at any time you tend to be a bit michevious. People think they can see right through you but you always surprise them. Take this quiz!  Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code Hrm... I don't think I am fragile or about to pop... but anyway... Also, I do think I am as transparent as anything! I don't have other levels... suprising really... 5月10日 And I wasn't even drunk!The weirdest thing happened this afternoon... I met up with Renee in the city this afternoon after work, she was at Gilhooley's and I parked (probably illegally) with a bunch of other cars in a closed-off lane on Charlotte St (opposite a police station mind you), so I didn't want to be there for long because i am rather attached to my car and all. But I apparently needed to meet this amazing doctor that she met.
Amazing is definately one of the words I would use to describe him. For confidentiality reasons and stuff I won't disclose who he was or where he worked, but he was a PHD (not a MD) at a University. He actually WAS a doctor... we even got him to show us photo id and his credit card to prove it! Nay had been talking to him for a couple of hours before I got there, and it turned out that he was gay. The first thing he did when I met him though, was pull a sock out of his pocket. I really didnt know why he had socks in his pocket at the time, i still don't understand to tell the truth, although a bit of a background story has been told to me, and i realise why socks MAY have been in his pockets, but it doesn't really give insight into WHY his socks were still in his pocket when I had met him...
It is my understanding* that he may have been under the influence of several controlled substances at once, and for some reason it seemed, he had lost about an entire day and a half of time and memory... and apparently, he woke up this morning on a train with no recolection of yesterday, but he remembers that he was on the beach at redcliffe. After he explained that to me, be lifted up the legs of his pants, and he was wearing shoes, but no socks, which kind of explained why they were in his pocket.
So we adopted this doctor with socks in his pockets, who lost his phone and has no idea what the hell is going on, and take him with us to SUSHI! (I LOVE SUSHI!). Some may call taking a random stranger that you meet in a bar, off his chops at 4:30 in the afternoon stupid and dangerous, but i guess Nay and I must just be sheltered because at the time, it didn't seem stupid... If anything, it was possibly a smart thing to do... at least we were sober! He really was hilarious though, I felt a bit like maybe he was just bullshitting everything in an attempt to psycho-analyse us- would the two dippy blonde girls befriend a stranger in a bar and offer to take him home** only to discover that he is a serial killing rapist, and we could have been killed.
Sushi was hilarous though, he was getting avacado ones, but he apparently didn't like the seaweed, so he was eating the avacado and rice out of the middle. He ended up with a whole stack of little green circles on his plates!
But, he did borrow my phone to make a call because he had lost his mobile, so i dialed it back to find out if he actually KNEW the person he called, and it turned out to be his older brother. He lived kinda near me, so I organised with his brother to tag-team and meet up with us to take him home, but he wanted to keep partying... which really wouldn't have been a good idea. So we get in the car, and he gets all cranky about us taking him home although seconds earlier he was cool with it, having suggested it himself! He kept joking that we were taking him against his will, and we were all 'yeah, we are really scary'...
This story sounds boringer than it actually was, but in the end, we dropped him off to two of his brothers and his sister in law, and he went home for what i am assuming is the first time since monday night. The family were so greatful that we took care of him and dropped him off (they offered us money, but there is no way in the world we could have taken it), and it just made me feel so good to know that i helped someone. I feel really good about helping him, and I can honestly say that if i were in his situation i can only hope that someone might try and help me...
But yeah- a me&nay story where i wasn't drunk! YAY ME!
*I know for a fact, but I wasn't going to admit it...
** Home as in - to his own house because we were worried about him!
5月8日 My Movie ReviewIn the last couple of weeks, I think that i have been to see more movies than I have all year so far. Unfortunately, none of them have really been any good... In the last couple of weeks, I have seen: American Dreamz, Final Destination 3, Scary Movie 4, and Faliure to Launch. Failure to Launch and Scary Movie were pretty funny, but i think that they are streching the Scary Movies a bit thin.
Last night, I went and saw American Dreamz with Chantel. And I don't know what the reviewers are saying about this movie, but I will say this - It's really, really weird. It had really good potential to be an awesome, funny movie- it was directed by the same people who did About a Boy, and American Pie, and had people like Mandy Moore, Chris Klein, and Hugh Grant, who I usually really like in movies, as well as a bunch of cool cameos by people like 'Stiflers Mom' (because I don't know her name) and the cool asian guy that's in harold and kumar, and amerian pie... the one who yells 'MILF' at her picture.
I have been thinking about it since last night though, and it is so very, very weird. And I am about to spoil the ending for anyone who hasn't seen it so AVERT YOUR EYES! It pretty much ends with Mandy Moore's character sleeping with Hugh Grant's character (EW), and her boyfriend (Chris Klein) finding out about it, and then instead of proposing to her on the stage at the final competition he straps a bomb to himself that he finds in the toilets, that the terrorists planted for their contestant Omar to blow himself up on stage with the president but changed his mind and didnt (yeah, it's hard to follow) so Chris Klein is all 'im going to blow myself up', and everyone is all like 'no don't' and for some reason that i really don't know- possibly because he is insane, he breaks into song - the theme song for the American Dreamz show, and everyone runs away screaming because - terrorists and bombs - duh... so anyway, Hugh Grant is filming Chris Klein because you know, suicide bombing is going to get really high ratings or something - and he's zooming up on him for the final 'dreammmmmsssssss' at the end of the song, and you see all these people running around, and hear this massive explosion because Hugh Grant got over excited and pushed the camera into the button clearly labled 'press here to blow self up' or something equally stupid, and blew the two of them up.
At which, pretty much everyone in the cinema was like 'What the Fuck' (myself included), because it wasn't clear if they actually blew themselves up, and died or what happened, then it cuts to six months later and Mandy Moore is the new host of the show, and Hugh Grant and Chris Klein are dead, and Mandy Moore is all happy and the new host person... MORBID MUCH? So, so, so WEIRD...
In summary, in my opinion, this movie ranks way up there on the strangest movies of all time, and I really didn't understand the message of the movie... i think maybe it was ment to be ironic, because Chris Klein was a white american soldier in Iraq (for one day before he got shot in the arm and sent home), and blew himself up with a bomb intended for the Iraqi guy, who changed his mind and didn't blow himself up or something, but i am thinking the message was probably on 'some other level' that I wouldn't understand about, because I don't really have more than one level.
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