It's raining, it's pouring, in the Baftas I am snoring...
So it's been quite a couple of weeks, and I wish I'd blogged stuff from them because between the sushi party and the getting snowed in and the cycling I've been pretty marvellously happy.
That said, it hasn't stopped raining all day. All day. Oh lordy but my feet have been so wet for so long they might fall off. Gah. Also uni totay was a total bunk - my screenwriting lessons often are. Still, my professor's kinda cool and likes my mad lesbian stories so it's worth it in the end. Although I'm not sure I've got anything like the balls for the film industry.
Though: this morning I dreamt that I went to the Baftas. And me and my sister were sat by Brad and Angelina, who were quietly trying to decide the name of their new baby:
Brad: Hamana Netana?
Angelina: Hukuma Fenama?
Brad: Herena Metate?
And then my sister ( lil_fangirl) said: 'Hakuna Matata!' And she sharted singing the Hakuna Matata song, and all the celebrities joined in:
Lilly: What a wonderful phrase!
Penelope Cruz: Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze!
Micheal Jackson: It means no worries! For the rest of our days! (sung as only MJ can)
Sting: It's our problem-free, philosophy!
WHOLE AUDIENCE: HAKUNA MATATA!
The whole audience began dancing and mexican-waving. And then everyone charged the stage. It was AWESOME.
And I just ate a plate of raw mushrooms, humous and toasted sesame seeds. UMMENUMMENUM :D
*uses very old icon because she can*