Random happenings in the life of Brooke

Because I am very slack at blogging, and because I feel guilty about this sometimes, and because I can’t think of a real topic at the moment, this blog is going to be a list of things that have been happening to me.  

The Good:

1) I FINALLY saw the Green Wing finale.  It’s been almost 2 years since the last episode of season two was shown here in Kiwiland, and when my friend and I wrote to the state broadcaster and clamoured for it to be shown here we were told that they didn’t have the rights.  This apparently meant that when they did finally get the rights they would disrespect the fans and show the finale at 12.15am on a Friday and not actually bother to advertise it.  Thankfully I happened to be watching TV at this random time and saw ALL of it.  I was ecstatic.  I kept waking my mum up by laughing maniacally.  Caroline’s dress was particularly awesome (if only I’d seen this before the 7th form formal).  Has anyone else seen it?  I’m not writing what happened because I kept getting spoilered when I hadn’t seen it and it drove me up the wall.  But anyway!  *sighs with happiness*

2) The other night I caught up with 3 of my oldest friends (we went to primary school together) and we went out ‘pub-crawling’ around one of the least ‘happening’ towns in the country lol.  I say pub-crawling – we went to three places, the first a bit of a dive, the second a complete dive (we dragged my mate’s bf out of there after about 2 seconds) and then a more normal place, where one friend ran into a guy she went to intermediate with.  He was really drunk and kept trying to kiss her and drag her into dark rooms – I kept grabbing her round the waist and dragging her back lol.  My hearing isn’t great and there was background music, so even though this guy told me about a million times what his name was, I was still convinced that he’d said ‘Gloria’, so I kept calling him that the rest of the night lol (btw, I was not drunk, I had half a shot of Bailey’s the entire night, I was just hyper!).

3) I am thinking of getting a dog.  It probably won’t be for a while because the place I’m living in doesn’t allow dogs, but a friend of mine’s dog is going to be crossed at some point with a Chesapeake (Retriever-New Foundland cross; the mum-to be is a chocolate lab) and I REALLY want one of the pups.  A girl one.  Izzy (the dog that my family had for years and was like my baby) was a girl (she died late last year) and I’ve always much preferred girl dogs (and boy cats).  I want to call my new dog Persephone, Seph for short.  I am a namenerd.  Persephone is one of the more out-there names on my list of favourites, and one which I would never use for a human baby, so I’ll bestow it upon my doggy.

4) I’m not actually sure if this is a good thing or not (as far as time management goes), but today I got back on the Shortland Street forum that I haven’t been on for a month.  I hadn’t realised how much I missed the other members (we’re quite a small group so we all know each other) – I don’t have many friends who will discuss Shorty with me without feeling the need to remind me regularly that it’s ‘just a show’ (I KNOW that, I just want to talk about it!), so I like the forum for my Shorty fix.  Is it weird that I missed the forum members?! Lol.  Also, I recently discovered old episodes of Shortland Street on Youtube.  Apparently some guy in Ireland puts them up every day as they air there.  As far as I can tell they’re about three and a half years behind, so I’ve been watching eps from when my favourite character (cruelly murdered last year ) first arrived on the show.  *peers into crystal ball and foresees many late nights and a a possible Youtube addiction*

The Odd (nothing really bad’s been happening so this is just odd stuff):

1) I think I must be very overtired at the moment.  Last night my brother was out getting drunk (just for a change, he’s being very nihilistic currently) so my mum and I decided to just have smoked chicken salad for dinner.  She went upstairs and left me to take the meat off the chicken.  I was doing just find till I took the torso apart and saw its little wee ribs and thought about the heart and lungs that used to be there, and saw its little stump of a neck where its head was before it chopped off, and I starting crying!  I got so upset that my mum had to finish making the salads – she thought it was quite funny.  It was quite funny thinking about it now, but I still feel very sorry for the chicken – it was so little!

2) I hate Francesca Lia Block.  This isn’t really odd, it’s just an observation.  I’ve got nothing against her personally, I just REALLY dislike her writing style, and her books.  I’m taking a paper on contemporary American horror this semester at uni (last term I had to write an essay on why the movie Scream is postmodern) and two of FLB’s books (‘The Rose and The Beast’ and ‘The Hanged Man’) are on the reading list.  Quite apart from not finding either one particularly scary (I prefer good, old-fashioned, terrifying if I’m reading ‘horror’ – ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, for example, gave me nightmares and made me afraid to get out of bed in case something was hiding under it – at the age of 18!), I just hated them!  I read ‘The Rose and the Beast’ (her re-telling of some fairy tales) first, and thought maybe it was just the one book, so I tried to give ‘The Hanged Man’ a clean slate.  I hated it even more.  It’s the kind of writing and story that’s trying to shock you, and it feels contrived to me.  I don’t like any writing like that, regardless of the author.  I think it’s my most-hated out of any book I’ve ever read, and now feel like I should go and re-read ‘Jane Eyre’, which I read for school in 5th form and hated with a passion, just to see if I like it more in comparison.  On the plus side, one of the other books for this uni paper ‘Coraline’, by Neil Gaiman, is fantastic.  It’s written for kids, and I got a little scared reading about her ‘other mother’ with black buttons for eyes even reading it on the bus surrounded by people in broad daylight.  The main character, Coraline, is so spunky and well-written.  She’s like a cross between Alice in Wonderland, Paddington Bear, and someone else that I can’t quite put my finger on.  *gushes*

3) My mum was watching the late news in the next room just before.  In Wellington at the moment they’re defrosting and examining and embalming a colossal squid that was caught last year somewhere between NZ and Antarctica.  The news article was something about the squid, but I only overheard the end of the story, when they threw back to the presenter in the studio.  His comment on the story?  ’Squid sex – inky!’  WTF?!  My teenage brother says stuff like that … when he’s DRUNK!  Not intelligent journalists! *sighs* what is the world coming to?!  I have to admit that I did find it incredibly funny though lol.  Clearly I am an 18-year-old drunk male.

So there is my eventful life laid out for you to peruse Hope you can find something to comment on here coz I really really like blog comments *grins cheesily and winningly*