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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Thursday, January 13, 2005
And so begins my time in solitary. Cheesy has flown off and away to Dubai, and I am spending my time mooching round our empty flat. And cooking. Damn it. Still, at least cooking for myself means I can eat salmon every now and again (Cheesy has a fish-aversion).
It's a bit weird mostly cause at the moment I can't even talk to him. He's managed a quick email, but the communication lines will be really shoddy. Sigh. I so long to be the independant type, but it really doesn't work. Fact is I feel less than me when he's gone. I've always believed you should be independantly happy before you let someone else make you so. I still believe that, but I always thought that you would stay able to be independantly happy. I'm sure I could if I really tried - but I guess I've just become accustomed to the cheeky chap. 4 years will do that.
Anyway - so time fillers in the meantime. Work is helping out with the majority of my time (thanks to a pesky 6-day week, 11 hours a day). Saturday I plan to hang out with He-Who-Knows-Not-Which-Way-He-Swings for my third outing to the cinema to see "Phantom of the Opera". Yes, I'm a big saddo. But for some reason I can't get enough of this film. I first went to see the show when I was seven and adored it with child-like enthusiasm for all its big noises, fantastic visuals and pretty dresses and drama. Into premenstrual teens, me and Princess Sar went to see the show repeatedly, falling in with the romanticism of it all. Fiercly vehement that we would never have chosen the interfering Raoul, and instead would love the Phantom. The darkness. It makes sense looking back. Christine herself was at that age - blindly romantic and idealistic, but just on the verge of losing innocence, a desire to do so. That's what I think the Phantom represented - the darkness of love and romance, which when you're sixteen and still innocent is all very exciting.
Anyway, I grew up. Lost my interest first off in musicals, and although holding a fondness still for the show, losing mostly my interest in that too.
When the movie showed up I wasn't sure what to expect. And to be honest I still can't explain it except that I love it and want to see it lots and lots - especially in a cinema where the music and the visuals just take hold of it. Gerard Butler is a yummy Phantom and despite other critisisms I thought he was awesome. Lookit aaaaah - frilly shirts (you know they're sexy):
And If I was a lesbian, Emmy Rossum (Christine) would not be able to shake me from her - she's divine both in looks, acting and singing. Three for three. If you're a guy who likes bosoms just go see it already:
And what's weird - I can't necessarily peg what people will think of it. If they'll love it or hate it (with most movies I'm at least able to near the right result). Cheesy, for one, loved it. Go figure. I didn't see that one coming. What will HWKNWHS think of it? I haven't a sodding clue.
Go see it before it's no longer at cinemas and make up your own mind - do it now I tells ya!
8:05 pm
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