I manually focussed these to make them er...well not in focus XD. I wanted to concentrate on the tones, shapes and general composition that just having one area in focus. It also creates some lovely bokeh.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Winter
As much as I love winter I've been getting a bit impatient for some warmer weather and sunniness lately. That is, until today, when I woke up not only to a nice layer of snow but a beautiful stream of golden light - just perfect for photos!
I manually focussed these to make them er...well not in focus XD. I wanted to concentrate on the tones, shapes and general composition that just having one area in focus. It also creates some lovely bokeh.
I manually focussed these to make them er...well not in focus XD. I wanted to concentrate on the tones, shapes and general composition that just having one area in focus. It also creates some lovely bokeh.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Smoke and Mirrors
Today was a lovely day.
I woke up and looked at the time on my phone. It said it was 15:36.
I got up, turned on my laptop, and realised it was actually 11:36.
Ahhh it feels nice to gain four hours to your day =D
Yesterday evening, our internet connection stopped working for no reason. It used to do this a lot back when we first moved here, in July. I did not expect it to happen again since it had not happened for nearly four months. Inconvenient as it was, I'm sort of glad it did happen because I spent the day in my garden, taking photos, and by the time I'd uploaded them to edit the internet was up and running again =D.
It's amazing how much time one can burn with a camera, some flowers and a mirror though:
On my travels about my garden I also met a froggy couple (No, I'm not being Frenchist, they were actually two frogs/toads)
I woke up and looked at the time on my phone. It said it was 15:36.
I got up, turned on my laptop, and realised it was actually 11:36.
Ahhh it feels nice to gain four hours to your day =D
Yesterday evening, our internet connection stopped working for no reason. It used to do this a lot back when we first moved here, in July. I did not expect it to happen again since it had not happened for nearly four months. Inconvenient as it was, I'm sort of glad it did happen because I spent the day in my garden, taking photos, and by the time I'd uploaded them to edit the internet was up and running again =D.
It's amazing how much time one can burn with a camera, some flowers and a mirror though:
On my travels about my garden I also met a froggy couple (No, I'm not being Frenchist, they were actually two frogs/toads)
Friday, September 05, 2008
Photography.
I. LOVE. Photography.
More than taking photos, more than seeing photos I have taken and thinking "Wow. I took that", I love seeing others' photos and having no thoughts. Just gasping and wanting to look and look and look. To me, that is what makes a photo excellent. Not thinking "Aww isn't that pretty" "What a fantastic composition" "Such beautiful colours" but being rendered utterly breathless at whatever is squeezed into that rectangle.
There are two types that I love. They are so similar and so very different.
The first, the one I've tried my hand at most, are the ones that tell stories because you plan them to. They SCREAM stories. You think of the story...the idea...the concept...and then you create your photo to suit it. These photos are planned and carefully executed.
Like so:
Pretty much all of Chrissie White's photography demonstrates this; you can just see her imagination overflowing into her photos.
The second are the ones that tell stories but have no planned stories behind them. They are people, they are places, they are candid. I so hope that I one day master this type of photography as, when done correctly (not that there is any right or wrong or rules in place) it just blows me away.
Billy Gomez, who writes as well as captures beautifully, has great examples of this type.
dockmaster (hm, not sure of her real name), Sean Wood, and this dude, who inspired me to write this blog, are more of my favourites
I think both of these kinds produce such unique photos and are what I think of as art. Anyone can find a pretty location, wait for some pretty light, get their pretty subject in pretty clothes to pose nicely and process prettily and end up with an "Ohh isn't that a lovely shot" photo.
I'm not saying I don't appreciate these photos, and I think that they DO take skill. I've even considered having my own newborn photography business which would mean doing exactly that, day in day out.
I'm not saying those kinds of photos are meaningless or not artistic. They document life and people and that is important.
But there is SUCH a difference between photography and just having a good camera, some nice lenses, good light and a subject.
If you come across this, whether you're into photography or not, pleeaase take a look at some of the photographers I've linked to. Their images just amaze me!
More than taking photos, more than seeing photos I have taken and thinking "Wow. I took that", I love seeing others' photos and having no thoughts. Just gasping and wanting to look and look and look. To me, that is what makes a photo excellent. Not thinking "Aww isn't that pretty" "What a fantastic composition" "Such beautiful colours" but being rendered utterly breathless at whatever is squeezed into that rectangle.
There are two types that I love. They are so similar and so very different.
The first, the one I've tried my hand at most, are the ones that tell stories because you plan them to. They SCREAM stories. You think of the story...the idea...the concept...and then you create your photo to suit it. These photos are planned and carefully executed.
Like so:
Pretty much all of Chrissie White's photography demonstrates this; you can just see her imagination overflowing into her photos.
The second are the ones that tell stories but have no planned stories behind them. They are people, they are places, they are candid. I so hope that I one day master this type of photography as, when done correctly (not that there is any right or wrong or rules in place) it just blows me away.
Billy Gomez, who writes as well as captures beautifully, has great examples of this type.
dockmaster (hm, not sure of her real name), Sean Wood, and this dude, who inspired me to write this blog, are more of my favourites
I think both of these kinds produce such unique photos and are what I think of as art. Anyone can find a pretty location, wait for some pretty light, get their pretty subject in pretty clothes to pose nicely and process prettily and end up with an "Ohh isn't that a lovely shot" photo.
I'm not saying I don't appreciate these photos, and I think that they DO take skill. I've even considered having my own newborn photography business which would mean doing exactly that, day in day out.
I'm not saying those kinds of photos are meaningless or not artistic. They document life and people and that is important.
But there is SUCH a difference between photography and just having a good camera, some nice lenses, good light and a subject.
If you come across this, whether you're into photography or not, pleeaase take a look at some of the photographers I've linked to. Their images just amaze me!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Meeee
I was a bit bored earlier and discovered one of these personality measurement thingies, I'd done a BBC one before which summed me up pretty well as a strategist but this site gives actual percentages for each section of your personality:
This makes me a craftsman!
It said my primary function (that makes me sound like a robot with only one task or something =|) is introverted thinking. I thought that was pretty spot on as the main thing I do is think..to myself...XD
But it turns out it means this:
"Thinking people make decisions based on logic, so the introverted thinking function allows a person to categorize and analyze data. Is it the ability to identify inconsistencies, know how things work and problem-solve."
I then took their multiple intelligence test, which shows you which types of intelligences (if that makes any sense) are your strongest.
I guessed which my top three would be before taking it and was pretty sure my "interpersonal intelligence" (Basically being sociable =P) would be horrible. It turns out it's so bad it doesn't even appear on this scaled down version XD
Anyway, it's all here in more detail, should anyone wish to see more about the workings of my blob of pinky grey matter or find out about their own.
This makes me a craftsman!
It said my primary function (that makes me sound like a robot with only one task or something =|) is introverted thinking. I thought that was pretty spot on as the main thing I do is think..to myself...XD
But it turns out it means this:
"Thinking people make decisions based on logic, so the introverted thinking function allows a person to categorize and analyze data. Is it the ability to identify inconsistencies, know how things work and problem-solve."
I then took their multiple intelligence test, which shows you which types of intelligences (if that makes any sense) are your strongest.
I guessed which my top three would be before taking it and was pretty sure my "interpersonal intelligence" (Basically being sociable =P) would be horrible. It turns out it's so bad it doesn't even appear on this scaled down version XD
Anyway, it's all here in more detail, should anyone wish to see more about the workings of my blob of pinky grey matter or find out about their own.
Friday, August 29, 2008
London
Ahhh London.
I recently seemed to have misplaced my photography mojo and thus decided to take a trip to the fine city and see if I might find it anywhere about the place.
I looked pretty much EVERYWHERE and discovered a few things: Walking in the direction of shiny buildings is a good idea; Buying incense from Camden for a pound is a bad idea; There's a beach right in the heart of the city, by the Thames of course, but it looks and smells and feels like a beach, and it is MOST odd to see London's famous skyline on the horizon as you stand with the shore lapping upon the pebbles; People WILL give you funny looks for doing certain things but it really doesn't matter; The standard size of a Sainsbury's is purely an opinion that varies from person to person; Pavements will try and steal your shoes.
So did I find my mojo? That I don't know. Whilst snapping away I never thought "Ooh, this is it! This is THE shot." But I certainly came back with a few I now love, a gorgeous Hamleys bear, a lungful of city air (yum yum) and the huge desire to return sometime soon, for more reasons than I've mentioned here ;)
I love this one; I just find it hilarious ^
I recently seemed to have misplaced my photography mojo and thus decided to take a trip to the fine city and see if I might find it anywhere about the place.
I looked pretty much EVERYWHERE and discovered a few things: Walking in the direction of shiny buildings is a good idea; Buying incense from Camden for a pound is a bad idea; There's a beach right in the heart of the city, by the Thames of course, but it looks and smells and feels like a beach, and it is MOST odd to see London's famous skyline on the horizon as you stand with the shore lapping upon the pebbles; People WILL give you funny looks for doing certain things but it really doesn't matter; The standard size of a Sainsbury's is purely an opinion that varies from person to person; Pavements will try and steal your shoes.
So did I find my mojo? That I don't know. Whilst snapping away I never thought "Ooh, this is it! This is THE shot." But I certainly came back with a few I now love, a gorgeous Hamleys bear, a lungful of city air (yum yum) and the huge desire to return sometime soon, for more reasons than I've mentioned here ;)
I love this one; I just find it hilarious ^
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
It begins
So I FINALLY sat down and planned out how I'm going to go about my CIMA accounts course. It took about 2 hours to write out my timetable, which shows what I will be doing from day 1 - 38. I doubt the course will take me 38 days; I'm not going to be doing it every single day, but hopefully I'll have completed it within a couple of months, leaving plenty of revision time for the exam in November.
I've a lovely organised desk and notice board so I can CONCENTRATE (Hopefully.)
I also pulled out the pencil skirt I'd bought in the Christmas holidays for school, not knowing I'd never return (well other than for meetings with my headteacher, trying to persuade me to)
I've a lovely organised desk and notice board so I can CONCENTRATE (Hopefully.)
I also pulled out the pencil skirt I'd bought in the Christmas holidays for school, not knowing I'd never return (well other than for meetings with my headteacher, trying to persuade me to)
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Goths and chavs do not mix.
As we discovered today.
Had a lovely time taking photos of Immi and Lizzy, dressed quite gothicly (is that a word?!). Unfortunately our shooting time was cut somewhat short as we had to flee from rowdy chavs XD. I'm still pretty happy with the ones we got:
Had a lovely time taking photos of Immi and Lizzy, dressed quite gothicly (is that a word?!). Unfortunately our shooting time was cut somewhat short as we had to flee from rowdy chavs XD. I'm still pretty happy with the ones we got:
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Woah now
I've not blogged in a long long long long tiiiime.
If I started writing all that's happened since I last did we'd be here all week. I have turned 17 though and moved house. I've also experienced the most emotional 3 weeks of my life and I'm going to say goodbye to those times with some melancholic photos!:
That's really enough photos of me.
If I started writing all that's happened since I last did we'd be here all week. I have turned 17 though and moved house. I've also experienced the most emotional 3 weeks of my life and I'm going to say goodbye to those times with some melancholic photos!:
That's really enough photos of me.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
My Life According to Google
This sounds like a laugh.
Type in the following and choose from the first page...
1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
Grace needs to have intimate relations with a man
She bloody doesn't.
2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
Grace looks like a gift tied with wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows.
Cheers =/
3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google:
Grace does her pilates
4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
Grace hates crocs and leggings.
Yes, yes she does.
5: Type in "[your name] goes" or "..has gone" in Google:
Grace goes mad for purple
Well you can tell that from my blog.
6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
Grace loves Hannah Montana
Shhhh!
7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
Grace eats small mammals
No comment
8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
Grace has a room to rent/is looking for a roommate in Seattle
9: Type in"[your name] works" in Google:
None of these make sense because they're all about God, but here goes:
Grace Works Through Imperfect Relationships
10: Type in"[your name] lives" in Google search:
Grace lives at home with her 5 children
11: Type in "[your name] died" in Google search:
Grace died of cot death and mel and sophie died in the dog in the pond.
Something to do with Hollyoaks, apparently
12: Type in "[your name] will" in Google search:
GRACE will be able to map the Earth's gravity fields by making accurate
My, how exciting!
Type in the following and choose from the first page...
1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
Grace needs to have intimate relations with a man
She bloody doesn't.
2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
Grace looks like a gift tied with wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows.
Cheers =/
3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google:
Grace does her pilates
4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
Grace hates crocs and leggings.
Yes, yes she does.
5: Type in "[your name] goes" or "..has gone" in Google:
Grace goes mad for purple
Well you can tell that from my blog.
6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
Grace loves Hannah Montana
Shhhh!
7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
Grace eats small mammals
No comment
8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
Grace has a room to rent/is looking for a roommate in Seattle
9: Type in"[your name] works" in Google:
None of these make sense because they're all about God, but here goes:
Grace Works Through Imperfect Relationships
10: Type in"[your name] lives" in Google search:
Grace lives at home with her 5 children
11: Type in "[your name] died" in Google search:
Grace died of cot death and mel and sophie died in the dog in the pond.
Something to do with Hollyoaks, apparently
12: Type in "[your name] will" in Google search:
GRACE will be able to map the Earth's gravity fields by making accurate
My, how exciting!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
One must suffer for her art.
Normal person: "Oh look, there is a pile of logs in the garden. Perhaps they could be used for firewood and whatnot."
Me: "Oh look, there is a pile of logs in the garden. That would be a fantastic place for a self portrait. Let me just get my camera."
Never attempt to lay on a pile of logs. Especially not in full view of nosey neighbours with a high risk of indecent exposure. It is really very uncomfortable, then again Mr Normal up there would have realised that before clambering onto the pile of pointy, unstable, spider ridden chopped wood.
Anyway, I rather like the photos I managed so all is well!
Different crop..
Me: "Oh look, there is a pile of logs in the garden. That would be a fantastic place for a self portrait. Let me just get my camera."
Never attempt to lay on a pile of logs. Especially not in full view of nosey neighbours with a high risk of indecent exposure. It is really very uncomfortable, then again Mr Normal up there would have realised that before clambering onto the pile of pointy, unstable, spider ridden chopped wood.
Anyway, I rather like the photos I managed so all is well!
Different crop..
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Film!
I fiiiinally got my film developed =D. What a palava though..I had to go to Jessops to get the film actually...doodahed.. (I never said I was a film expert =P) and then Snappy Snaps to get it made into prints...at a grand total of £17 per roll..
Still, I have learnt a fair bit about film now and am no longer a virgin! (Still talking about film here XP)
Btw, they look a lot better in real life (and I'm not just saying that bwaha); our scanner is broken so I had to take photos of them hee.
So here are a few:
Still, I have learnt a fair bit about film now and am no longer a virgin! (Still talking about film here XP)
Btw, they look a lot better in real life (and I'm not just saying that bwaha); our scanner is broken so I had to take photos of them hee.
So here are a few:
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Rather Like a Puzzle
I've just come back after a week in the Isle of Wight. I would blog about all I did in that week but I really can't be bothered now, I have about 200 photos to choose from to blog and it's always a nightmare getting them here XD so I'll just type up what I wrote on, I think, the second day of the holiday:
The Isle of Wight is rather like a puzzle. By that I don't mean I've been all confused since I've been here or that I've been transported to The Da Vinci code. It's like someone has taken several, highly contrasting, chunks of the UK and crammed them all together. So far, I've been reminded of Great Yarmouth, Surrey, Wales, Cambridge, Southend, Cornwall and even central London =S.
The coastal parts are like any English seaside town. Where we're staying is like a slightly more posh and shinier Gt Yarmouth: Funny little shops and amusements; a pier that looks like it could go for a swim at any given moment, complete with a giant slide; trampolines that you can go on for something ridiculous like £10 for 10 minutes; beach-side cottages that are kind of shabby but lovely and sweet, steep little streets, lined with pubs, restaurants and places with names like "Chicken and Pizza Land". Classy.
But as you go futher in-land you meet the most gorgeous, empty, untouched countryside. Beautiful, misty hills in every shade of green and the occasional blinding yellow, where the oilseed rape fields are. Among all this are farms, garden centres, tea rooms, flocks of sheep, horses and cows and I even spotted a huge manor and the odd country mansion.
Then, just a few miles away you come to the main towns. Great concrete jungles: Matalans and Sainsbury's and a few streams and canals with sweet little bridges to remind you of the more countrified (my mum invented that word XD) areas.
So far I've been hugely amused by no less that 3 signs XD. The first was in an area called Apse. Well, the sign was all in the upper case, to read "APSE" and, quite inevitably, someone had modified the P. I wonder if it might have been given that name intentionally, for people to place bets on how soon it would be until the obvious graffiti would appear.
We also passed a pub, I think still in ARSE, er, I mean, APSE, called The Fighting Cocks. Enough said.
The final chortle-inducing sign was on a road deep in the country (Well as deep as you can be on such a tiddly island) on a windy road, "Heavy Plants Crossing". I'm still not entirely sure what it means but I can safely say I saw no obese chrysanthemums scrambling across that day.
Yesterday was beautifully sunny, warm enough for bare arms, making us feel we were officially on holiday.
Upon waking today, however, we were greeted by grey skies, the smell of fresh puddles and, to top it off, great claps of thunder, reminding us that we are still in the UK, thank you very much.
That tiny figure is my mum XD
At the zoo... (Well obviously.)
Look at the lady behind me XD
These wormy things were all over the beach =/
The Isle of Wight is rather like a puzzle. By that I don't mean I've been all confused since I've been here or that I've been transported to The Da Vinci code. It's like someone has taken several, highly contrasting, chunks of the UK and crammed them all together. So far, I've been reminded of Great Yarmouth, Surrey, Wales, Cambridge, Southend, Cornwall and even central London =S.
The coastal parts are like any English seaside town. Where we're staying is like a slightly more posh and shinier Gt Yarmouth: Funny little shops and amusements; a pier that looks like it could go for a swim at any given moment, complete with a giant slide; trampolines that you can go on for something ridiculous like £10 for 10 minutes; beach-side cottages that are kind of shabby but lovely and sweet, steep little streets, lined with pubs, restaurants and places with names like "Chicken and Pizza Land". Classy.
But as you go futher in-land you meet the most gorgeous, empty, untouched countryside. Beautiful, misty hills in every shade of green and the occasional blinding yellow, where the oilseed rape fields are. Among all this are farms, garden centres, tea rooms, flocks of sheep, horses and cows and I even spotted a huge manor and the odd country mansion.
Then, just a few miles away you come to the main towns. Great concrete jungles: Matalans and Sainsbury's and a few streams and canals with sweet little bridges to remind you of the more countrified (my mum invented that word XD) areas.
So far I've been hugely amused by no less that 3 signs XD. The first was in an area called Apse. Well, the sign was all in the upper case, to read "APSE" and, quite inevitably, someone had modified the P. I wonder if it might have been given that name intentionally, for people to place bets on how soon it would be until the obvious graffiti would appear.
We also passed a pub, I think still in ARSE, er, I mean, APSE, called The Fighting Cocks. Enough said.
The final chortle-inducing sign was on a road deep in the country (Well as deep as you can be on such a tiddly island) on a windy road, "Heavy Plants Crossing". I'm still not entirely sure what it means but I can safely say I saw no obese chrysanthemums scrambling across that day.
Yesterday was beautifully sunny, warm enough for bare arms, making us feel we were officially on holiday.
Upon waking today, however, we were greeted by grey skies, the smell of fresh puddles and, to top it off, great claps of thunder, reminding us that we are still in the UK, thank you very much.
That tiny figure is my mum XD
At the zoo... (Well obviously.)
Look at the lady behind me XD
These wormy things were all over the beach =/
Friday, April 25, 2008
Too Poor for McDonald's.
Ahh what a lovely day.
Too lovely for this colour.
One moment..
Thaaat's better.
So anyway.
I left the house today with two lovely crisp £5 and £10 notes and three shiiiiny one pound coins.
I then proceeded to spend £12.11 on God only knows what. Honestly, I don't what I spent it on =/. Well other than a lottery ticket or two, and a card for Immi.
Speaking of Immi, never get directions from her. Or Elizabeth for that matter.
Lizzy nearly got me killed directing me actually "So are you on the other side of the road yet?" "No, I've not crossed yet" "Well cross" "If I cross now I will DIE!"
I was then passed to Immi (They were directing me to where their bus was to arrive, over the phone) and was delighted to hear(!) that she hadn't the slightest clue where I was. I am so very proud that I actually found the damned place.
My phone then ran out of money, just as a group of charming and I'm sure very eloquent young chavs, riding a fine chariot, attempted to serenade me with a series of honks and whistles...and mystifying gestures *insert appropriate smiley here*
Eventually I met up with the young scallywag Miss Blake and we proceeded to do and say strange things that did not appear strange at the time but did make us laugh a lot =/
We went to Cafe Nero's and they had soup...God how I wanted some of that soup...but alas, I had to save my pittance for to gain entrance for the cinemaaa later that eve.
Imogen and I discussed politics (code for her birthday) , the works of the late Pliny (my Job Crisis) and deep space (general crap)
I also gave her her fine gifts: The IT Crowd on DVD and Cardcaptor Sakura badges (though whether I should be mentioning her secret shame to the world, I don't know XD)
Eventually twas time to make our treacherous journey the the cinema. Upon arrival (no, I shan't be writing about the journey XP) we were most shocked to be asked for proof of our ages so as to get into this 15-rated moviefilm. Immi was heard to exclaim "But I turn 17 next week!" and I "Crap..crap.." After much crapcrapping she simply asked us to confirm our dates of birth and - wahay! - in we went.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall was, much to my dismay (I do like to complain about rubbish films), very funny indeed. Obviously I had only gone to see it for the lovely Russell Brand, and expected to just concentrate on him with some horrific American humour as a sidedish, but the humour was actually indeed very much to my taste and the storyline wasn't too bad either! The best thing was that the romantic moments were very short and much more bearable than in most RomComs =P. Those who went to see a big, sugary, pianoey, love fest may be disappointed by this but it was tres parfait pour moi!
Anyhoo, apres le film, as the Romans said, Imogen and myself were off to McDonald's (aka Chav HQ) to plot some evil chavvy business and dance to that song by that person. When we looked at the menu however, we were most embarrassed to discover that "Grace, we are too poor for MCDONALD'S!" After a long search we found an item which would fit our tight budget but were sadly told that "The ice cream is too soft"..like WTF?! This is supposed to be a multi-bagillion, worldwide corporation, what are you doing letting your ice cream go all soft?!
We returned to the menu to find the next cheapest item, a whole TWENTY PENCE more expensive! =O. Imogen and I faffed and counted and peed ourselves laughing at the fact that we were faffing and counting our pennies out to pay for something that was 89p and fiiinally we had the money to make a purchase! One small coke for Grace, one giant leap..for...hmm I've gone too far.
And that was that.
SOOO I am off to the merry Isle of Wight tomorrow. I do hope I don't have a terrible time.
Also, I would LOVE to know who my "anonymous" commenter is =D
Grace xx
Too lovely for this colour.
One moment..
Thaaat's better.
So anyway.
I left the house today with two lovely crisp £5 and £10 notes and three shiiiiny one pound coins.
I then proceeded to spend £12.11 on God only knows what. Honestly, I don't what I spent it on =/. Well other than a lottery ticket or two, and a card for Immi.
Speaking of Immi, never get directions from her. Or Elizabeth for that matter.
Lizzy nearly got me killed directing me actually "So are you on the other side of the road yet?" "No, I've not crossed yet" "Well cross" "If I cross now I will DIE!"
I was then passed to Immi (They were directing me to where their bus was to arrive, over the phone) and was delighted to hear(!) that she hadn't the slightest clue where I was. I am so very proud that I actually found the damned place.
My phone then ran out of money, just as a group of charming and I'm sure very eloquent young chavs, riding a fine chariot, attempted to serenade me with a series of honks and whistles...and mystifying gestures *insert appropriate smiley here*
Eventually I met up with the young scallywag Miss Blake and we proceeded to do and say strange things that did not appear strange at the time but did make us laugh a lot =/
We went to Cafe Nero's and they had soup...God how I wanted some of that soup...but alas, I had to save my pittance for to gain entrance for the cinemaaa later that eve.
Imogen and I discussed politics (code for her birthday) , the works of the late Pliny (my Job Crisis) and deep space (general crap)
I also gave her her fine gifts: The IT Crowd on DVD and Cardcaptor Sakura badges (though whether I should be mentioning her secret shame to the world, I don't know XD)
Eventually twas time to make our treacherous journey the the cinema. Upon arrival (no, I shan't be writing about the journey XP) we were most shocked to be asked for proof of our ages so as to get into this 15-rated moviefilm. Immi was heard to exclaim "But I turn 17 next week!" and I "Crap..crap.." After much crapcrapping she simply asked us to confirm our dates of birth and - wahay! - in we went.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall was, much to my dismay (I do like to complain about rubbish films), very funny indeed. Obviously I had only gone to see it for the lovely Russell Brand, and expected to just concentrate on him with some horrific American humour as a sidedish, but the humour was actually indeed very much to my taste and the storyline wasn't too bad either! The best thing was that the romantic moments were very short and much more bearable than in most RomComs =P. Those who went to see a big, sugary, pianoey, love fest may be disappointed by this but it was tres parfait pour moi!
Anyhoo, apres le film, as the Romans said, Imogen and myself were off to McDonald's (aka Chav HQ) to plot some evil chavvy business and dance to that song by that person. When we looked at the menu however, we were most embarrassed to discover that "Grace, we are too poor for MCDONALD'S!" After a long search we found an item which would fit our tight budget but were sadly told that "The ice cream is too soft"..like WTF?! This is supposed to be a multi-bagillion, worldwide corporation, what are you doing letting your ice cream go all soft?!
We returned to the menu to find the next cheapest item, a whole TWENTY PENCE more expensive! =O. Imogen and I faffed and counted and peed ourselves laughing at the fact that we were faffing and counting our pennies out to pay for something that was 89p and fiiinally we had the money to make a purchase! One small coke for Grace, one giant leap..for...hmm I've gone too far.
And that was that.
SOOO I am off to the merry Isle of Wight tomorrow. I do hope I don't have a terrible time.
Also, I would LOVE to know who my "anonymous" commenter is =D
Grace xx
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