New Year, New blog!

Hello Readers!



Well, if you've followed my link from http://www.walk-of-life.deviantart.com/ , welcome! If you've stumbled on here by accident, i welcome you with open arms and hope you'll enjoy this blog. I'll try to keep it interesting, but hopefully you'll enjoy the ramblings, rants, tears and joys of a fairly ordinary 18 year old girl living in britain.



Well, life has been quite cool since the beginning of the year. I had a rather interesting new years, reulting in a days long hangover. Well, I'm practically teetotal during the year, i rarely drink. Even when i go out, which is almost every week, i can manage on coke, with the occasional malibu and pineapple when i can afford it or when my other half, Daniel, offers. So imagine the shock it sent to my body when i downed two pints of lambrini and half a very very sickly bottle made out of raspberries in the space of three hours. Needless to say i collapsed.



Since after the inevitable overhang, i managed to scratch out a few new years resolutions, most along the lines of money and money managing.





Even though the year is technically still in its nappies and crying for its mother, i have a confession. I hate Jim Carrey.



Yes! I hate the sod! He's so IRRITATING!



This came from watching the film The Grinch. It's the mask in a Grinch suit! I swear I felt the ground beneath me shake and rumble as I felt Chuck Jones and Dr Seuss turn and flip in their graves as Carrey butchered their masterpeices. With a blunt, rusted AXE. The Grinch (the original one) would NEVER do all the goofy things Jim made his Grinch do. And the Whos! Are we supposed to side with these horrible creatures? And the original Cindy Lou had a much smaller, but equally prominant role in her own subtle, innocent way. Instead, those suits made her a preachy, squeaky-voiced, perky and determined 8 year old. And thats another thing.

In the words of Doctor Suess...

And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two.

CINDY LOU IS TWO! NOT EIGHT! TWO! A BABY!

Phew.

So people, if you want to honour the Dr and his memory, instead of sticking them in front of the live action for for 1 and a half hours, sit them down in front of Chuck Jone's version. Or better yet, read them the original, straight from Suess's pen.

Thank you!