- It is 1.48pm and I still haven’t heard wether I was successful in my second interview, and I’ve been hovering within earshot of the phone with a horrible, small fist of tension clenched in the pit of my belly for the past four hours. It’s kind of like waiting for that really hot bloke you’ve been dating for a couple of weeks to call and you think he probably will but…then he again he might not.
- I had the overwhelming, self-rewarding urge to watch me some chick-flicks while I was in town yesterday and ducked into the DVD store and got out 27 Dresses (heard it wasn’t half bad), The Jane Austen Book Club (read the book a couple of months ago) and Before You Go, a family comedy starring Julie Walters who is awesome in anything she does and John Hannah, who despite his droopy bloodhound eyes and melancholy mouth I find strangely attractive, something I could also put down to that lovely Scottish accent of his.
- Why is it that family members feel the need to dish out pertinent advice about said garden bed whilst standing over you slaving over said garden bed, a garden bed they’ve never slaved over and never, ever will ? *Steam shoots out of nostrils*
- I was reading Greeblemonkey’s post The Facebook/Twitter Compromise and thought to myself how easy it was for me to list my online presences in order of importance – 1) My blogs 2) Flickr 3) Facebook and 4) Twitter – no hesitation. I like the connection of Facebook (especially that connection with those I’ve lost touch with, and with my nephews and nieces in the UK) and Twitter but love the creativity of blogging and Flickr.
- The extended whanau are off to Auckland this weekend. Oh yeah, quiet. Peace and quiet. Huzzah!
- With all this spare time I’ve been going great guns with the scanning for the family gallery (see some results over at my Other Blog) – I only wish my scanner wasn’t the oldest piece of hardware I own – it has a top speed of Tediously Slow Indeed.
- I should have learnt to avoid novels which say “Short-listed for the Booker Prize” on the cover by now but I got one out of the library yesterday anyway. I have experience in the past of being extremely frustrated and bewildered by these sort of novels with their convuluted, long-winded, say-in-20-words-when-10-would-do prose. And guess what? Two chapters in this one I threw it on the bed in frustration and bewilderment.
- I’m off to watch The Jane Austen Book Club and am taking a cup of tea, two Tim-Tams and the phone with me.
- That is all.
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Ohh! Good luck on the interview call back. I’m sure there’s a much higher chance of that than Viggo calling me on a whim, although it won’t keep me from waiting anxiously by the phone. I saw 27 Dresses. It was cute. Very chick flicky and light comedy. Not bad.
I’ve been meaning to watch those movies. We booked on sky box office the indiana jones one, that was a bit of a letdown, not as good as his old ones.
Gits – why don’t they hurry up and bloody well phone!!
I hope you’ll hear good news about the job soon. Oh, and 27 dresses was really not half bad.
Still no news. Waaaaah!
The Jane Austen Book Club was quite good but oh so not one for watching with your Other Harf. Feel the need to do some rereading of Austen now, it’s been a while.
Good Luck with the job, Fi.
We liked 27 Dresses OK but thought it ran out of gas at the end.