Regardless of the fact of whether you're a Harry Potter geek or despise the JK Rowling franchise, it's come around again for its punultimate time.
I am the former. I have read all the Harry Potter books, believe that my trivia surpasses most (despite the details on the last book being a little hazy) and am an avid admirer of the films. I'm re-reading 'Deathly Hallows' as we speak and am working my way through the films (I watched 'Harry Potter & The Chamber of Secrets' the other morning and cried LIKE A BABY at the end)...
Everytime I watch the trailer for Part 1, I actually get all excited in my gut and emit an annoying little squeal of excitement that only dogs can hear. I am revelling in all of the TV coverage that is broadcasting morning, noon and night. I even asked my Dad to pick up a copy of last week's Sunday Times, that was positively POTTERIFIC. There was a Harry Potter magazine devoted entirely to the final film and free poster... Though, alas, I recieved Daniel Radcliffe all sweaty and moody, instead of Mr Rupert Grint, all moody and sweaty. :(
But regardless, I still haven't read through that magazine completely and share daily texts with a friend who is equally as obsessed with HP as I am.
Words of the World Premiere that happened last night - everyone looked absolutely fantastic. Helena Bonham-Carter never ceases to amaze me! Her hair was aaaaawesome! Geraldine Sommerville AKA Luna Lovegood is brunette! And the X Factor contestants hogged faaaaar too much of the limelight! Emphasis should have been on the stars!
Nevertheless, I'm a little bit gutted that Emma Watson wore a similar dress to what I have and regrettably, carried it off a lot better than me (seeing as she has obviously been recently tanned and regularly keeps that pot-belly off). :/
It's out the day before my birthday and I would LOOOOOOVE for a birthday treat for me and my friends to go and see it! But I am faaaar too disorganised for this and know that I will have to wait a couple of weeks to go with my fellow Harry Potter fan and our quacky friends.
Ah well. Guess I'll just have to curl up with 'Prisoner of Azkaban' tonight instead. P.S. How WEIRD do James and Oliver Phelps look without ginger hair!?!?
Went for my second check-up at the Doc's today. A few words about my first:-
I walked down late. I forgot my piss sample, so had to take it back in afterwards. I nearly fainted when she was taking my blood pressure on account of my FAT ARMS. And I weighed myself for the first time in about ten years - IN FRONT OF HER, so I couldn't babble about just not looking 10 stone... ;)
Needless to say, it was the most memerable doctor's appointment of my short and insignificant life so far. However, for the last month or so, I've been, quite frankly, shitting myself over the results of the poison that is my own urine. Of course, it's been the subject of many of my friend's jokes i.e. "You know she's going to get out a huge piece of paper, Laurie, and be like, 'Mmmm yes, you've got cyphalis, cancer, hepatytis...'" However you spell them. BUT OH NO!
:)
My pee is crystal clear! She took my blood pressure again (and I managed to keep calm this time round) and it's gone down from last time! I should have really asked if it was still considered high because, let's face it, high blood-pressure at 21 is not a good thing. :/
But I'm clear! She knows I'm overweight but she won't say, she's quite a nice missy. All smiley etc. etc. So I'm pretty glad that I had her this time round instead of some snot-faced cow who would be like, "Yes, for your size and height, your BMI means that you're morbidly obese and you're going to have to go on extreme dieting until you're a size zero."
But no! My doctor's lovely.
This afternoon wasn't half as stressful as I thought it was going to be.
Job's a good'un.
Alas, the world has come to an end... 'Downton Abbey', my weekly hour of complete and utter writing heaven on ITV has ended... After seven glorious weeks, seven glorious episodes... I am left lonely. :(
But it was a very good run.
The cleverest thing that it did before it was even aired was craft one of the best TV Drama adverts I have ever witnessed in my life. The best and most intriguing clips of the series were chipped and chopped and put together with Scala's 'Every Breath You Take', one of the most beautiful choir sets I've heard. Britain was ready for this slice of early 19th Century magnificence.
Julian Fellowes penned this masterpiece and I'm only sorely disappointed that I didn't come up with it first. Yet, he knows what he's talking about. He also wrote the very much noted 'Gosford Park' and the recent triumph, 'The Young Victoria'. But his escapades with Downton Abbey don't finish there... The second series is due to be released next year to an eagerly awaiting audience with new and more pressing matters to hand: the horrors of World War 1, the romances waiting to happen and the recurring point of Lord Grantham in desperate need of a male heir to inherit and keep the state of Downton Abbey within the family.
Next year could not come any sooner.
If you didn't watch it, get to HMV and buy it! You won't regret it. :)
O.K. So I have another job interview lined up! Got a phonecall from a lovely lady at Jane Norman in Manchester Arndale Centre last week for an interview tomorrow. Bit excited. Got the call the day after I gave them my CV. Fingers crossed, this is gonna be a good 'un.
And what I've enjoyed the most about researching the clothes line is that the lady asked me to produce a moodboard of all of the main fashion trends at the moment and how they relate to the clothes that are designed and sold in Jane Norman.
Took me down Memory Lane to all those days when I was sat like the nerd that I was in the middle of Miss Smith/Mrs Firth's Textiles classes doing elaborate moodboards that in NO WAY reflected the end shitty product. :)
But it's been cool and relaxing times putting this moodboard together. I like to think that I am a little stylish... Even though all the times I buy ELLE magazine I'm either crying over the price of a particular item of clothing that I believe I cannot and should not have to live without OR weeping over the size of the mini models on the pages. :/
My moodboard is O.K. Then again everything is when it comes to me - too much of a perfectionist, I can never let anything go and can always find something that I could do better... But I'm happy with it.
I'm going to knock their socks off regardless. I'm a wonderful employee to have in any store. The Disney Store proved that. I just couldn't afford to keep it on...
Let's hope that in a couple of days time, I will fiiiiiiiinally have that excuse to move to Manchester after all. Wish me luck.
None of my friends will say it, but it's common knowledge that I've put on QUITE A FEW pounds since moving home from uni seeing as my dad's got the biggest sweet tooth imaginable and regularly stocks the cupboards with biscuits and the like.
So after the dreaded coffee incident this morning in that store in Manchester, I wandered around for a while and had a miraculous idea of popping into a couple of stores, well, who I am kidding myself,
THE MIGHT THAT IS RIVER ISLAND...
;)
... and having a nosey to see what dresses they have for my biiiiirthday.
Now, I've been eying up this beauty ever since I discovered it...
And the more I look at it the more I want a red dress for the big 22.
However, on trying this on, it was a little tight...
I knew I shouldn't have started trying dresses on (only to get disheartened when all my lumps and bumps were on show) without wearing a pair of those Magic Knickers that you always see on 'How To Look Good Naked'...
Furthermore, this length of dress does not suit me at all. 'Cos I'm a short arse, I need to have as much leg out as possible otherwise I end up looking shorter than what I actually am...
Either that or some of my repressed slutty tendencies may very well be coming through...
I do want a red dress after all.
Mmmmm...
I never knew I was this suggestive.
;)
Yesterday, met up with Dean and Mike on account of wanting to hand a couple of CVs out round Manchester. Did the usual, took the piss out of each other and shivered in the torrential rain until Mike had to go to work.
So, I handed my CV in at this place that was, quite frankly, a mess. It was either a new store or was an old one getting refurbished. There were manic Chinese girls running around putting clothes on hangers and jewellery on shelves and she offered me the chance for 3 hours training that afternoon that would then determine if I was cut out for the job. Now, I was soaked through from the rain and Dean was waiting for me outside so I said I'm come back today and left. I'd like to take this moment to say that I think the job was doomed from the start. DOOMAGE #1// Absolutely SHITE night's sleep which included a nightmare no less, of getting the wrong train to the same job 'training' day and ending up in America instead of bloody Manchester. DOOMAGE #2// Failure to get up early enough for a shower so had to load my head up with the good ol' Batiste Dry Shampoo. DOOMAGE #3// Turning up at 10am, the alloted time we agreed, to an empty store except for one Polish man who was working on the walls who said, QUOTE, "Manager in 30 minutes. No now, 30 minutes." :/ DOOMAGE #4// Not being able to understand a word of the manager's English even though, bless her soul, I knew she was really trying... DOOMAGE #5// 3 hours 'training' ended up being 3 hours MANUAL LABOUR helping getting the store ready for opening in two days time... without getting paid! DOOMAGE #6// Thus, after expressing my views on the subject that I don't work for free, on my way out of leaving the store after stuffing one fashion bag to fill it out, I knocked over a cup of coffee. I offered to clean it up but she was so angry with me that she was just like, "It's O.K. Just go! Just go!" Hmmmmm... And regarding which way you look at it... DOOMAGE #7//PULLAGE #1// Having a ridiculous amount of Marylin Monroe moments walking around the City of the North in this skirt and those blustering winds.
What a day.
