A Long, Rambling Update

Oh, look. I've been a lazy girl when it comes to blogging of late, haven't I?

I suppose I should start from Yum Cha. It was slightly less scary this time, as I knew what to expect. There were, thankfully, no chicken feet. I managed to use my chopsticks in a slightly acceptable manner. After stuffing ourselves (and hiding from the huge crabs that were scuttling around in the tank over our heads) we went for a good old shop. We went to Dymocks, and I forced Hobb onto my ex-Bar Manager. She went with Carey instead. Never mind. I'll convert her one day.

Then I went home and watched about six episodes of Buffy. At some point over the last few days, I watched 'The Body.' I sort of knew what to expect, but still... It is an extremely powerful episode. I couldn't stop crying, especially when: (spoilers)

Anya wigged out because she didn't understand why Joyce had died.

When Willow was torn between what to wear. Such a simple thing to be concerned about, but the dramatic tension in the scene made it seem like the most important thing in the world to Willow. That was just so touching...

When Buffy told Dawn, and you saw what was happening through the eyes of her classmates. That was just wrenching.


Ah, it was intence. I couldn't stand the silence in some parts. I suppose the background music is such a huge part of television these days that you expect it to be playing, especially when anything emotional is going on. The silence was a complete and utter contrast. It was stark and cold. Beautifully done.

Yesterday was rather dull for the most part. I sat around in Pizzahead (enforced punishment, I assure you) and scribbled down notes for Nanowrimo. I also juggled dough balls because I was so utterly bored. After that, I went off to a Battle of the Bands that Leigh's girlfriend was organising. It was pretty good, actually. The whole flat attended. There was an amazing band called 'The Anita George Band' who won. Sean and I instantly became groupies.

Meagan drove us home, and we didn't stop cackling the whole way home. We stopped at Maccas and were all utterly confused at what the metal box was saying. James made a lewd comment about being 'ankle deep in Erika' (which wasn't actually initially as filthy as it sounds).

And today, I slept in. Lovely.

I should be watching 'Picnic at Hanging Rock.'