Silly Kelly

I recently found a few pix I'd taken of my sister last time she was in town. I was attempting to be 'arty' at Applebee's in this one :D

She's got a new car now, a 2004 Jetta GLS that is her first brand new car. More power to the kid I say :) I'm not jealous at all, nope not me :D hehehe.

I actually wish I could get my sister to blog on a regular basis. She's a really good writer and often send amusing emails detailing her activities. But getting her to blog is like pulling teeth. Silly girl.

Anyway I haven't got anything exciting to talk about... as usual. Not feeling too well anyway so I think I shall head for bedfordshire. Night!

This is my very own beer, specially brewed for me by my cousin who's a brewmaster. It's called the '12th of Maibock' ('cos my bday is the 12th of May - get it?) Just posting this to test out this photoblogging thing. 

Ohh my head.

Stayed home from work today. Hate doing that, but when I woke up this morning my head was pounding, my stomach was rolling and to even move my eyeballs meant daggers of pain ricocheting around my skull. I did try to get up and take a shower and all that. I got as far as staring at the tub when I decided I just couldn't bear it. So I called work and then crashed until 11.

Head still hurt so I checked email and went back to bed.

Woke up a little later and felt marginally better. Watched Calendar Girls in bed - very funny movie btw. Laughing hurt. Would like to watch it again when the pain stops. Now it's early evening, we've eaten. The pain has subsided somewhat. I can turn my head now without feeling dizzy. I've had coffee in the hopes that it's a caffeine thing. I do get really bad headaches if I suddenly quit caffeine even for the briefest of times.

I don't think it's a migraine, but then again how would I know? My grandmother would lecture me about seeing the doc about it but I'm weird about going to the Doc for trivial things. But what if you have a tumour? That's not so trivial. Yadda yadda yadda. I like to save up my illnesses and do it all in one go :)

So that was my day today. Sleep, pain, coffee, and naked older women.

I feel like writing

And I don't mean just blogging. I love blogging and stuff, but I'm getting that creative itch to write. Which means I'll come up with story ideas, write a little, think about how difficult it is to get published, and give up.

I so want to write a book. I've got so many story ideas floating around in my head but other than just posting it in a blog, I've not got the first clue how one goes about getting something published. Do I need an agent first? Can you really just send manuscripts off to publishers and hope one of them likes it? Can I take rejection? What makes me think anyone would give a toss about what I write? What should I write about? Write what you know. Bah. I know my life hasn't been all that exciting, why would anyone want to know about it?

See? This is why I end up giving up on writing. Self-doubt - tis a powerful thing. Maybe I'll just purge my urge to write with some fanfic.

Aww bless 'im

I think someone's got a crush on me. It's quite amusing really, because it's like reliving third grade all over again. Always nice to revisit childhood :) He picks on me on TCZ, and I swear if he weren't 5000 miles away he'd be sitting behind me, pulling my hair and knocking my schoolbooks out of my arms in a desperate plea for attention. It's almost sweet in a sad, pathetic kind of way.

But who cares. The kid and I have been to Harry Potter three times now. We're quite sad and pathetic ourselves, but again, who cares :) We loved every minute of it. I think that will be all though until the DVD comes out. I do tend to tire of films if I watch them too many times close together. Now that my curiosity for the film is slaked, I'll have a nice long break, and then it will be like seeing it new on DVD. Cuaron really did well with his first venture as director. I enjoyed what he did with the franchise very much.

So apart from that the weekend was really quite hellish. Friday was the garage sale in hot humid weather with my gran whinging the whole time about a pain in the heel of her foot that prevented her from helping out. I found out I had to chip in for the ad for this sale - an ad that didn't list anything of mine and that I didn't know I'd be chipping in for until it was time to divvy up the take for the day. I made a whopping $8.75 which put me in the hole because my share of the ad was just over $11. Meanwhile the cousin and the Gs made over $200 each. I love my family. I love my family. I love my family.

Then the next day I had to go and work healthfest for 6 hours. Had to be there by 7am to set up my booth and then spent the next 6 hours pretty much just directing traffic. The kid and her friend wanted to go swimming after so I dropped them off and came home and collapsed. I was hot, exhausted, sleepy, tired... The phone rings and it's my gran wondering why I didn't come back to the sale to pick up the stuff that didn't sell. I tried to explain that I was really knackered and could I just come the next day (today actually) and pick it up then. I really didn't see the harm in the few things I had left sitting harmlessly in a corner of the garage for one lousy night. But no. My gran says 'well we're tired too and I would like it if you came to pick this stuff up, then it's out of our hair and we can rest.' As if some things sitting in the garage are a gigantic burden and they cannot sit down to rest until they're gone. And as if my gran hadn't sat on her butt the entire sale telling everyone what to do because her foot hurt too much to help out.

So I stormed up there, picked up the things and she still had the nerve to act as if I was being unreasonable about being angry at having to get dressed, put my shoes back on, drive all the way across town, pick up my meagre belongings and drive all the way back across town and chuck that stuff in the dumpster. Honestly I thought when the sale was over everything left was going off to Goodwill.

Anyway, . But that's probably why I've been in a foul mood most of the weekend, and probably why I let the twiggy eejit on TCZ bother me so much. Normally I'm quite capable of rolling my eyes at the immaturity of others and getting on with my life, but sometimes, when that immaturity becomes malicious and seems totally without reason or provocation, I get mad.

But I reckon some Colin Firth and Rickman should cheer me up. Off I go.