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hathycolDespite all guesses to the contrary, Andrew turned up at 10.00am on the dot. His first question was:
"Why is there a small army of builders on your roof?"
A fair question indeed. Ever since my initial post of "Help! Roof is falling down!" the roof has continued to fall down. Everytime it rains, various family members panic. I'm not one of them, because my roof, for some reason, has yet to leak. Hey, it's not a problem for me. But yes, the builders have indeed arrived. There are huges pieces of scaffolding outside of our house, and they've spent a full day drinking tea and shovelling the gravel stuff off. I do apologise to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickerswitch for this, because I think they've taken up residence. At any rate, they should be here for a few more days, and the bedroom was shaking today, and actually drowned out my Very Loud Morning Music. I was chirpy yesterday, but at 9am today I really wasn't.
So yes. Andrew turned up, and off we quickly toddled to the video shop, neither of us having much desire to hang around whilst five builders swarmed around the place. Andrew looked vaguely suicidal, whilst I was more cheerful. Unsure why; it was me paying.
After we'd taken out not one, but both Harry Potter films, we went back to Andrew's, comandeered the living room, and started to watch the Harry Potter films.
Wow, but I didn't half forget how dull they are. I'm a Harry Potter fan. I really am. I love the books. I even like certain aspects of the fandom, the little that I dabble it. It's very little I dabble in, of course. The closest I get is the occasional betajob forloveraven and the odd post for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
deleterius. All I can gleam from this is a strange worship of LeatherTrouser!Draco (I blame cassandraclaire, who really narks me off because she's bloody self-indulgent and isn't half as good as she's made out to be), an obsession with Sexy!Slytherins (which part of "Severus Snape is greasy?" don't people understand?) and more Mary-Sues than us Tolkien purists could deign to imagine. I've also gathered a strange appreciation for the movies.
After watching them both, back to back, I can't quite understand this. We started off at the first one with me trying to explain them, but then I gave up. Andrew was guessing the story, and then I gave up. Between generic taking-the-piss and sexual innuendo, the film progressed nicely. Malfoy, the point of this watching for Andrew at least, we first glimpsed. Andrew liked his general evilness. He dislikes Daniel Radcliffe, however. Much fun was had spotting his - count'em - three facial expressions.
"He was paid in MILLIONS for this?"
We then moved onto the later moments of the film. Boredom was felt by both. We were distracted by me missing my teeth and taking a large chunk out of my tongue whilst trying to eat a Minstrel. It hurt like hell and proves that I am, in fact, an idiot. It was quite dramatic, and there is actually a chunk taken away from the edge. There's a nasty amount of blood, too. It's not pretty. But it's also quite numb and I'm no longer in any pain (as opposed to my earlir jumping up and down and going "OW!") so that's not too bad.
We might have missed some of the film, but I was getting immensely bored and as was Andrew. But we made it to the end! Andrew was confused, and all explanations meant nothing. So we have up and then skipped to the next one, and opened the Doritos. Andrew was hysterical by this point, giggling at Dobby and whatnot. Reminded me of my mother, who on her first showing of the film gasped out loud when Dobby dropped the cake and the seven year old behind her gave her the most condescending look I've seen on a face with pigtails.
I also confess that at the request of Andrew, who may be founding the I Hate Harry Potter club, we watched the scene where they run into th barrier four times. He laughed in this childlike joy. Perhaps subjecting him to six hours of these films was cruel, but there we are. I like inflicting fandom on other people!
The second film is better, at any rate. Jason Isaacs and Kenneth Branagh steal any scene their in. And I want me a Lucius Malfoy Pimp Stick (TM) with some urgency. They're fricking cool. Andrew seemed traumatised by the change in Draco, however.
"He used to be funny in a weird way! Now he's just a racist!"
Much laughter, however, at the whole "You were reading? I didn't know you could read" moment.
And then... they ended. We watched some extras, and Tom Felton appears to have the worlds strangest accent. We watched the one of the interviews about six times, again with the worrying Tom Felton obsession Andrew was quietly nurturing, althouh it probably is just to take the piss. Go to the extras on Chamber of Secrets, and watch the interview where Tom Felton says "favourite scene" in the weirdest way. Haven't laughed so hard for a while. We watched this about six times, and then I really did have to leave.
Walked home across the fields, because it's normally quicker. I love walking that way, and I need to get my CD player working again. The way I walk is the closest Ormskirk gets to Middle Earth, or at least Rohan. It needs stirring music, which I didn't have but would have loved. So, I need to buy a cheap CD player or something. I missed walking, as well. I can spent hours over the summer wandering around the quiet twilight streets and humid days up on the fields with nothing but a soundtrack CD and my walking boots. I've spent hours up on a little clearing that I found on an expedition, which is so lovely that I can't describe it. It's a hill, but it has smooth rocks jutting out of it that are perfect suntraps to just lie in. There's no noise other than birds, and there's ferns and this lovely untouched grass around it. The view is nothing but pure idyllic countryside, and it's just wonderful. There's also my tree in the park, which only works at twilight because other people are picking up on the wonderful sitting spot my tree during the day, which makes me sad. I really do miss walking. My inner Strider, I suppose. I could do some revision in some of my spots, logically, but that would take away the fun. Quite apart from the clearing being something like a two mile walk (uphill), I go there to think, to read, and to write. Revision? Pah! I'll stay in the garden should the sudden need for vitamin D hit me. I don't sunbathe just for the heat. I go to my spots because... they're my spots. Anyway. Getting home across the field was sort of near my spot, and made me realise how much I loved walking and worse, missed it. The weather is starting to be right for a ramble, too, so I know what I'll be doing when Easter rolls around.
After stopping off to visit the horses and feeling guilty that I didn't have anything to give them other than a pat before I set off down the hill, I was home. We went out for a meal, for some reason. Mum is obsessed with making the most of me before I leave for uni, I think. It's sweet but starting to get cloistering. All I want is a little bit of independence! But yes. Meal. Ate rather too much and now feel bloated, in a good way. I think.
So, yes. That was my day. Tomorrow I will be thrown out of bed at any obscene hour by the builders, and even I can't sleep as my room starts to shake. At about 3.30, I will set off for Wigan to findflickerswitch, who will be braving our house. And then on Friday, we will be going on a hunt for dogtags, beaded necklaces and a piercing.
At some point, I need to do that research on Charles I (or 'Charlie The Thick' as I've now nicknamed him for personal purposes) but hey... what else do I have that free period for? *grins*
Hmmm. Rock FM is playing suspiciously good music tonight. The name is a misnomer, but it's playing the few dance songs I quite like. I'm into that Boogie Pimps one, for example. But wait! It just ruined the record by playing Busted. Honestly, who cares who this David bloke is? How they won two Brits I will never know. However, yay for The Darkness!
~Hathy_Col~
"Why is there a small army of builders on your roof?"
A fair question indeed. Ever since my initial post of "Help! Roof is falling down!" the roof has continued to fall down. Everytime it rains, various family members panic. I'm not one of them, because my roof, for some reason, has yet to leak. Hey, it's not a problem for me. But yes, the builders have indeed arrived. There are huges pieces of scaffolding outside of our house, and they've spent a full day drinking tea and shovelling the gravel stuff off. I do apologise to
flickerswitch for this, because I think they've taken up residence. At any rate, they should be here for a few more days, and the bedroom was shaking today, and actually drowned out my Very Loud Morning Music. I was chirpy yesterday, but at 9am today I really wasn't. So yes. Andrew turned up, and off we quickly toddled to the video shop, neither of us having much desire to hang around whilst five builders swarmed around the place. Andrew looked vaguely suicidal, whilst I was more cheerful. Unsure why; it was me paying.
After we'd taken out not one, but both Harry Potter films, we went back to Andrew's, comandeered the living room, and started to watch the Harry Potter films.
Wow, but I didn't half forget how dull they are. I'm a Harry Potter fan. I really am. I love the books. I even like certain aspects of the fandom, the little that I dabble it. It's very little I dabble in, of course. The closest I get is the occasional betajob for
loveraven and the odd post for deleterius. All I can gleam from this is a strange worship of LeatherTrouser!Draco (I blame cassandraclaire, who really narks me off because she's bloody self-indulgent and isn't half as good as she's made out to be), an obsession with Sexy!Slytherins (which part of "Severus Snape is greasy?" don't people understand?) and more Mary-Sues than us Tolkien purists could deign to imagine. I've also gathered a strange appreciation for the movies. After watching them both, back to back, I can't quite understand this. We started off at the first one with me trying to explain them, but then I gave up. Andrew was guessing the story, and then I gave up. Between generic taking-the-piss and sexual innuendo, the film progressed nicely. Malfoy, the point of this watching for Andrew at least, we first glimpsed. Andrew liked his general evilness. He dislikes Daniel Radcliffe, however. Much fun was had spotting his - count'em - three facial expressions.
"He was paid in MILLIONS for this?"
We then moved onto the later moments of the film. Boredom was felt by both. We were distracted by me missing my teeth and taking a large chunk out of my tongue whilst trying to eat a Minstrel. It hurt like hell and proves that I am, in fact, an idiot. It was quite dramatic, and there is actually a chunk taken away from the edge. There's a nasty amount of blood, too. It's not pretty. But it's also quite numb and I'm no longer in any pain (as opposed to my earlir jumping up and down and going "OW!") so that's not too bad.
We might have missed some of the film, but I was getting immensely bored and as was Andrew. But we made it to the end! Andrew was confused, and all explanations meant nothing. So we have up and then skipped to the next one, and opened the Doritos. Andrew was hysterical by this point, giggling at Dobby and whatnot. Reminded me of my mother, who on her first showing of the film gasped out loud when Dobby dropped the cake and the seven year old behind her gave her the most condescending look I've seen on a face with pigtails.
I also confess that at the request of Andrew, who may be founding the I Hate Harry Potter club, we watched the scene where they run into th barrier four times. He laughed in this childlike joy. Perhaps subjecting him to six hours of these films was cruel, but there we are. I like inflicting fandom on other people!
The second film is better, at any rate. Jason Isaacs and Kenneth Branagh steal any scene their in. And I want me a Lucius Malfoy Pimp Stick (TM) with some urgency. They're fricking cool. Andrew seemed traumatised by the change in Draco, however.
"He used to be funny in a weird way! Now he's just a racist!"
Much laughter, however, at the whole "You were reading? I didn't know you could read" moment.
And then... they ended. We watched some extras, and Tom Felton appears to have the worlds strangest accent. We watched the one of the interviews about six times, again with the worrying Tom Felton obsession Andrew was quietly nurturing, althouh it probably is just to take the piss. Go to the extras on Chamber of Secrets, and watch the interview where Tom Felton says "favourite scene" in the weirdest way. Haven't laughed so hard for a while. We watched this about six times, and then I really did have to leave.
Walked home across the fields, because it's normally quicker. I love walking that way, and I need to get my CD player working again. The way I walk is the closest Ormskirk gets to Middle Earth, or at least Rohan. It needs stirring music, which I didn't have but would have loved. So, I need to buy a cheap CD player or something. I missed walking, as well. I can spent hours over the summer wandering around the quiet twilight streets and humid days up on the fields with nothing but a soundtrack CD and my walking boots. I've spent hours up on a little clearing that I found on an expedition, which is so lovely that I can't describe it. It's a hill, but it has smooth rocks jutting out of it that are perfect suntraps to just lie in. There's no noise other than birds, and there's ferns and this lovely untouched grass around it. The view is nothing but pure idyllic countryside, and it's just wonderful. There's also my tree in the park, which only works at twilight because other people are picking up on the wonderful sitting spot my tree during the day, which makes me sad. I really do miss walking. My inner Strider, I suppose. I could do some revision in some of my spots, logically, but that would take away the fun. Quite apart from the clearing being something like a two mile walk (uphill), I go there to think, to read, and to write. Revision? Pah! I'll stay in the garden should the sudden need for vitamin D hit me. I don't sunbathe just for the heat. I go to my spots because... they're my spots. Anyway. Getting home across the field was sort of near my spot, and made me realise how much I loved walking and worse, missed it. The weather is starting to be right for a ramble, too, so I know what I'll be doing when Easter rolls around.
After stopping off to visit the horses and feeling guilty that I didn't have anything to give them other than a pat before I set off down the hill, I was home. We went out for a meal, for some reason. Mum is obsessed with making the most of me before I leave for uni, I think. It's sweet but starting to get cloistering. All I want is a little bit of independence! But yes. Meal. Ate rather too much and now feel bloated, in a good way. I think.
So, yes. That was my day. Tomorrow I will be thrown out of bed at any obscene hour by the builders, and even I can't sleep as my room starts to shake. At about 3.30, I will set off for Wigan to find
flickerswitch, who will be braving our house. And then on Friday, we will be going on a hunt for dogtags, beaded necklaces and a piercing.At some point, I need to do that research on Charles I (or 'Charlie The Thick' as I've now nicknamed him for personal purposes) but hey... what else do I have that free period for? *grins*
Hmmm. Rock FM is playing suspiciously good music tonight. The name is a misnomer, but it's playing the few dance songs I quite like. I'm into that Boogie Pimps one, for example. But wait! It just ruined the record by playing Busted. Honestly, who cares who this David bloke is? How they won two Brits I will never know. However, yay for The Darkness!
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-02-19 08:38 am (UTC)>i was goin to put a 'my favourite scene' reference in here but i can't spell
Glad you had so much fun walking home and i'll be thinkin of you 2moro when ppl are putting holes in your nose
Andrew x
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Date: 2004-03-09 01:42 pm (UTC)- *rolls eyes* its the little kiddie actors obbsession all over again !!! - whats happened to Hayley.... something.... ;)
hope ur hole in ur nose is ok
ktxx