Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (Warning - Contain's movie spoilers)

I saw the movie, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, last Thursday, and once again it was a thoroughly enjoyable Harry Potter experience. I must say though that many things in the film were different to the book. The entire Dursley scene, complete with Dudley's eversized tongue, was completely written out of the movie. That would have been a laugh. Everything Post Dumbledore's death scene was different from the book, which was one of the dissappointments, because i would have loved to see what they did with a funeral of that nature. Morbid, i know, but it was written so beautifully in the book that I wanted to see it.
The Arogog thing was funny as ever I have to say, with Hagrid blubbering over his dead pet spider, Slughorn waited for an opportunity to cut it's limbs to use it for a potion. All the while Harry has this perplexed and slightly amused expression on his face which is priceless.
The Ron/Lavenda scenes were too funny, the way he swooned over her, but then when he was given a potion to counteract the effect of Romilda Vain's chocolates, that was even funnier. You have to watch it to know what I mean.
You can see the tension between Ron and Hermione, just as you can see it between Harry and Ginny. The times they almost kissed, interrupted by Ron or Hermione or Slughorn, added to the tension and you just know something is brewing between them.

Not sleepy

Q. WHY AM I AWAKE? WHY AM I NOT TIRED? WHY DON"T I WANT TO SLEEP?
A. 3 COFFEES = TOO MUCH CAFFEIGNE (mental blank can't spell tat at the moment - don't mock me)
Thanks Jim.

((0))_((0)) HELP!

Kings Work Boots

After careful consideration, I have decided to sell my Kings Work Boots on Ebay. I brought them when I was hired by a major hardware retail chain, who I shall not name, only to be told that "unfortunately we're not able to put you on. We'll keep your resume and details on file" after all of the hoops I had to jump through. I am back on the unemployment merry-go-round again.

Their size 6 men's but would fit a woman with a size 8-9 foot.

Ebay listing to come......

Toe Scum Idol

Australian Idol Auditions

For about the sixth time snce the birth of the show, I auditioned for Australian Idol, believing that all I needed to do was show them my voice and that I can sing and that the rest would just fall into place with the right attitude, the right guidence and alot of work. Each year I went back in spite of the constant knock backs and attacks on my character, and each year followed that same pattern. What can I say? I wanted that singing career that everybody wants so badly, that only a few, in this lifetime, would ever achieve. 

For what is essentially a television show, it's not enough to be passionate about music and really want it. Determination in this instant does not pay off, when there is such a small pidgeon hole of images that they look for. The only value this has in such a show is that it is used against you, and for the purpose of ratings, so many dreams are shattered and so many wonderful personalities and talented people are ridiculed, for the simple reason, that it makes for good television in this age of so-called reality.  I for one have copped this first hand, year after year as I subjected myself, willingly to the abuse of my character. 

I have come away in tears and feeling very down on myself and thinking that I was not good enough to make it in such an industry as the pop music scene. This year however, against my better judgement, I went back, to what I consider my abuser, thinking that I had the answers. I thought about the sorts of songs that I was best suited for, that would not only entertain the judges and get my foot in the door, but would entertain the Australian public. Mentally I ticked all the boxes and I felt fortunate to to have an opportunity to prove to the judges that I am serious about my craft and that I had heeded their constructive points, above the slamming of my personality and understood what it was they wanted from me. Like every other time I had that glimmer of hope that this was the year I would progress further and that the top hundred was well within my grasp. 

What was different though was that I was going in there with my eyes open, with the knowldge that a show such as this isn't about talent but good television and ratings. This year I was going to milk it. So I played the game. I answered the questions and really put my personality out there, really emphasising that I had developed a thick skin. 

This year I walked in there with a sense of self worth. I also had a score to settle. Every insult that was thrown at me I dished it back at them. I was not going to show weakness. I stood my ground and although I didn't get put through to the top hundred, I walked away feeling like a winner. I played their game and I didn't even crack. I looked my abusers in the eyes and told them exactly what I thought, and that their comments had no bearing how I feel about myself. I fought a good fight and then walked away with my head held high. In my mind, I have won and that is all that counts. 

My mug will be on television, probably not in the most favourable light, but to the people who know me, that won't matter. I have their respect and their love. For those who don't know me, it won't matter how they see me based on how a television show constructs my image. 

Tears

Tears.
Drops of water
Spill from your eye,
Roll down your cheeks 
And soak your face.
Some are sad,
Thinking of time gone by
Of all you lost
And the memories
Some are angry,
Frustrated with the world,
The people around you
Past and present
But mostly with your self
And you remember it all too well.
Some are tears of laughter,
A joke you’ve heard,
A funny picture or words 
Or something or someone stupid
Or something funny or just plain weird,
That you remember.
Then there are tears of joy,
The shear wonder 
Of something truly amazing
Or beautiful that touches your heart 
Leaving a warm blissful feeling, 
Feeling the love from the ones you love, 
Knowing you had it all along
And you remember how glorious that feels.
These tears, like the moments 
Vanish,
Leaving only the remnants of what was,
The only thing that remains of a life journey.

Computers, Unemployment and Stuff

My computer is really slow, well more specifically, my internet. I'd say though, it's because i'm downloading stuff on Limewire at the same time as cruising Facebook - well attempoting to. You can't really cruise on 256 ks.

I originally I was going to blog about my diet and how I've hit a kind of speed bump with it, but I forgot all about that in the wait before this page finally loaded. While I was waiting I was doing some of those quiz things on Facebook. You know those sort that ask you over a hundred things about yourself and you take all day answering and dodging some questions, like it's something I have to do. They consume a huge chunk of my day. Welcome to the Bunny trail that is Facebook. 

One thing they are good for I guess is they get yopu to think about things you don't normally think about. I'm not sure that is always a good thing, especially when the questions are like  Are you Happy, Do you like your life. and Describe your father. The answers are, Not really, no and he's an asshole, in that precise order. My days are usually great until these things surface.

It's not that I'm ungrateful, because I am grateful that life isn't worse. I guess the things I'm not happy are mostly things I will never change, but the father thing. Maybe I'll try his trick - ignore his existance. That's how he deals with me and I can't see that changing anytime soon. 

I'm currently uploading some of these quiz answers onto facebook. what the hell, they want honesty, well this is as honest as it gets. will anyone care? Probably not. I guess if I was employed that would solve some of my problems. If I saw a shrink, that would probably help with the rest. As for the stuff that can't be changed, I guessI should just quit my whining, accept it and thank my lucky stars it isn't any worse. The really bad stuff is happening around me, far enough away to not be happening to me. At least I can be thankful for that.