Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging: The Movie

So this has been the latest movie watching by me, courtesy of LoveFilm. I wasn’t entirely sure of what to expect really. I’ve read some of the books, and they were very funny. They were literally ‘laugh out loud’.

But the film was a bit weird. It didn’t portray the English weather very well, except for one rainy scene. But it’s meant to be rainy because it’s a sad scene. So it doesn’t count.

It was weird hearing all of the ‘Ace Gang’ lingo. It’s like how the write in magazines. That kind of ‘over the top girly’ language is fine on paper, but it just sounds cheesy when you say it. So the acting seemed a bit weird because of it. It almost felt like it belonged int he 90s, even though I was very sheltered during that decade so I don’t have a proper idea about what it was like. Then again, aren’t the books based on Louise Rennison’s actual diaries?

Putting all that aside, the guys in it were FIT.

I also recognised some of the actors. Like, the Dad (who was meant to hurt is foot from a geyser or something?) is that guy on QI. Robbie was in the TV series that played every afternoon for what felt like forever, called Feather Boy. I’m so certain he played the bully. I’ll check it out on Youtube, and Wikipedia.

Overall, I didn’t like the film that much. You don’t notice it as much in the books, but Georgia is a pretty big b*tch. Seriously, when I was 14 I knew better then that. And somehow everyone had huge colourful houses? Though they all seemed to go to the Private School. It was kind of like the ideal seaside town.

My Cat: Osiris

So I have a siamese-y cat called Osiris. We named him that before we realised it was the God of Death. Cheerful. But it stuck, and it’s such a good name. You can get so many little versions of it like, Ossie, Ossie the Boss etc.

Unfortunately though, I don’t think he actually realises that’s his name. We got him ‘second hand’ from the Cat’s Protection League. His original name was Lucky, which we instantly scrapped. Everyone calls their dogs Lucky! It does man however, that he still answers to it.

It’s actually quite a drag having to get a cat like that, it means that you have to retrain it to your standards, especially if it appears that the original owner’s standards were very low.

For instance, Osiris was definately used to being able to sit on the table, or at least on the lap of someone at meal times. It took forever, and a whole lot of pushing away for him to get the idea. But he still gets up on his hindlegs to look over the table top, in the hope that there’s something he can eat.

Even if there was, he couldn’t. He has a ‘sensitive siamese stomach’, so he has special food. It was terrible in the beginning, before we knew what was wrong because he was barfing everywhere! And then he eats the grass, which he apparently doesn’t learn about, because he pukes everytime after that as well. Such a pain.

My cat, Osiris

I’d miss him though. For some strange reason, I know that I’ll miss kicing him out of the room, constantly checking to see if my door’s closed and he can’ t push it open. I’ll miss his meowing, constant need for affection, and his motorcyle purring. Isn’t it strange how we can get so aggravated by something, and yet need it?

I learnt a cool word!

So I have just reading one of those knowledge/science magazines which are always outrageously expensive. This one was the first ever issue of ‘How It Works’, it was okay. I think it might of been a spin-off of the webstite How Stuff Works.

It was an okay read, interesting facts and such. I knew a lot of the information it had, but it went into slightly better detail which was good.

But I’ve actually spent the last 3 days trying to remember the word which I learn in it, which is sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia. I’m, so proud, because I just recited that from memory! The meaning of this extra cool word is…

Tomorrow is my last day..

Tomorrow is the last day of two things.

Unofficially, it is the last day of my work experience. Officially I continue to Friday, which brings us to the last ‘last’.

It will also be the last day of me being a single child. A state which I have rather enjoyed being. On Friday my sister returns from Colorado, and I will have a sister again. Instead of going to work experience, I’m meeting her at the airport and ‘babysitting’ her, as both parents are away.

I promised her I’d get all my homework out the way, so I don’t have it hanging over my head and we can just chill and hang out. She barely knows me any more, and I barely know her. On the Social Interview app on Facebook, she put the thing that I get most excited about as Tokio Hotel. I will probably dedicate a post to them in the future, but it must be said that I’m in a huff with them. If she was still here in England, she’d know to put Star Trek, Zachary Quinto, or Heroes! Pfff.

So I’ve still got a whole load of statistics coursework to do, my geography coursework to redo, and music to do. But I ignore music because I can’t do it, and I excercise the notion of ‘Out of sight, Out of mind’ with it.

I’ve got this song stuck in my head:

It’s so catchy! I really like their songs Hash Pipe and Pork and Beans also.