No Small Talk Week

I would begin this entry with a 'hi' maybe, or a 'yo' if you're particularly lucky, but it's No Small Talk Week so strictly speaking I can't. Although, as you're about to see, I really haven't tried this week. Like, at all.

Firstly, sorry (as if you need an apology for me not talking, you're probably grateful!) that I haven't updated in a while, I've had a busy week of virtually doing nothing. I have had time to blog, but I've been far too lazy. So, yeah, sorry, my fault!

Anyways, I never let you know how Saturday's night of sleep went did I? I dropped some lavender oil into a cup of hot water, as this apparently also helps with sleep. Hence me buying the lavender oil. I also went 30 minutes without 'information' (TV or computer, basically, although surely books and music and stuff are information too?) before sleep. And the sleep? Not really that great. No different than a normal night of sleep for me. Probably a bit worse 'cos I was thinking about sleeping. Oh wells.


Sunday:
I saw State Of Play in the day with mah sister Meg. Was a really good solid thriller, I enjoyed it a lot, so I'll give it a 4 out of 5.

I realised that I forgot my 'sleep exercises' the previous night. So I tried them out tonight just before sleep. There was the Inversion, in which you lean your legs up against a wall while your back's on the floor. Doesn't sound too bad does it? Wrong. Dead wrong. It was sooooooo fucking painful, really was. Three minutes of it too. If attempting to sleep with an aching back and legs helps you sleep, then this is perfect! The second one was called the Corpse, which sounds more unpleasant, but actually wasn't. Just required me to lay on bed, arms and legs spread. That's it. Not too shabby. I can't remember how this affected my sleep. I'm sure it did wonders however.


Monday:
It's officially No Small Talk Week! Except I really didn't comply. Well, I tried a bit, but it was hard, especially when I had to walk my little sister Hannah into town. My way around this was by sometimes avoiding small talk by mentioning it was small talk, in much the same way I did at the beginning of this blog. But really, it's far too hard, it's difficult to even think about it constantly in the first place. So screw it, I'll try harder. Right? I'll try...

I watched The 40 Year-Old Virgin in the evening. It's very good, not as good as a lot of similar comedies, but it is funny, and has an amazing cast, pretty much everyone's funny. Especially cuddly Rogen-bear! 4 stars!


Tuesday:
My no small talking went better. Actually, I don't know. I really didn't think about it. It's too hard.

Today I had to film a girl in a shower. Not as creepy as it sounds. Y'see, in my film and media course we're making adverts, and mine was for some showering product. Bam, who's working on the ads with me, and his friend Leonie, the victim of the showering, came around mine, and we filmed away. It's strange directing a half naked girl (she was wearing a towel to cover her modesty, which was the heaviest towel in the world after the shower), I really don't think I'd be good directing porn. Certainly wouldn't stop me from trying though... Hey, Stanley Kubrick wanted to do it, and he's a legend, don't judge me! But in all seriousness, it was very, very strange, but fun in how different and out-there it was to do.


Wednesday:
Really didn't think about no small talking. At all. Sorry.

I spent the day with Chloe and her college buddies Dayna and Sian and Harriet (I think that was her name), and some guy who's name I definitely didn't know. He was very nice though, like they all are. We first went to Tesco to buy food, and lots of bread, or, as Dayna specified, 'delicious bread'. We didn't think we'd gotten enough food to eat. We got to the beach to have a picnic and realised we'd bought WAAAAY too much food. A bird shat on all of us except Dayna. That's right, one bird, the fucker showered us in an airstrike shit. The seagulls were congregating against us anyway, they formed a little gang and slowly came towards us. Scary bastards. We picked up our litter, and Chloe and I 'blobbed' it into the litter bag, it's a complex procedure that involves shouting 'BLOB' everytime you dump a piece of rubbish.

We went to the pier arcade and shot some zombies, and some peeps danced. However, they weren't fulfilled by this dancing. They needed more...

So we want to Mannings arcade. Where we all danced. On the dance machine in case you're wondering why we were randomly dancing. It was fucking exhausting. Chloe and I played the old-skool Simpsons beat-em-up game. Only Bart and Homer would work though, which we felt was rather sexist. We accidentally pumped too many 20p's into it and were playing for much longer than intended. It payed off though, as Chloe got the highest score and I got the third highest score. Yeah boi!

Chloe and I 'blobbed' up some songs (specifically My Heart Will Go On), and she bought a magazine and got a bit too much into the disgusting sex bits. I learned that you can buy stuff that makes your semen taste of apple. The more you know!

That night Chloe and I talked for about three and a half hours on MSN, you can't shut us two up once we're started. We really did talk about everything I think, it was really nice and deep and funny, and she made me feel better about the fact that I'm possibly the only single person in the world. Chloe's my friend! ^_^


Thursday:
No small talk? Didn't happen. Really, really didn't happen.

In class we watched Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace, which really is a bad film. I mean, it has good moments, but for every good moment there's a lot of talk about taxation and boring shit like that, and, worst of all, fucking Jar Jar. Fuck fucking Jar Jar, he really is the worst character in the history of anything, ever. 2 stars, for some good action scenes. That's being generous.

After my lesson I went to see X-Men Origins: Wolverine with Meg. It was okay, but I didn't expect it to be good so I wasn't disappointed. It was fairly entertaining, and was cool to see some characters up on the big screen. But, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO DEADPOOL? AND WHY DID YOU DO IT? Seriously, that was some inexcusable shit. There were some awful special effects too. I gave it 3 stars at the time, but I think in retrospect it's probably a 2 star film, it's very unfulfilling. Far superior to Star Wars though...


Friday:
There was no no small talking. I've really done good this week.

In the evening Dave and Chloe and Michelle and Dayna and I went to see Coraline, which I thought was fantastic, it really is a beautiful film, so I gave it 5 stars, however, I think I was the only one in the group who really liked it, the rest merely thought it was okay.

After that Dayna departed, but a LOT of people joined as we went to see Star Trek. Two amazing films in one evening, nice! This was rather superb, a pacy, fun action fest which has everything a good blockbuster needs - action, comedy, charismatic characters, ace special effects, babes, and Simon Pegg. I had a few minor niggles, although that's kind of to be expected considering I grew up on Star Trek, but overall it was rather lovely, 5 stars!

There was a long conversation about tea-bagging on the way home. It is a fantastic topic, let's not lie.


Saturday:
Fuck, this is long. I didn't bother not small talking.

In the evening I hung out with Amanda. We talked a lot about tattoos, and about her forthcoming holiday. We went out to buy 'drinkable milkshakes' too (it's what she accidentally called a yoghurt drink once, and it's a great term, it's kind of stuck ever since). Had a really nice evening, I like just staying in and chatting to a friend =)


Sunday:
I told myself I wouldn't small talk. But i didn't bother trying. To be fair, I probably don't do it TOO much anyway, the best way around it I guess is to not think about it.

Went to Wimpy for lunch. Yummers! Then went to go see Coraline again in the evening, this time with Meg and her boyfriend Dave. It really is bloody good, it was even better a second time. WAAAAAY to scary for kids though, it's genuinely scarier than most modern horror films.


Anyways, this has gone on forever. Congratulations if you've actually read all this. You're stupid, but congratulations regardless. Next week - Who's Who Week. Which will be easy as, in direct contrast to the week I've just explained.

Peace and love
xoxox

Rivers