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I am currently voting my face off for Andrew Garfield to win Best Breakout Star at the 2011 MTV Movie Awards. He and/or Jesse and/or Justin and/or The Social Network are also nominated for other things - Best Male Performance, Best Line x 2, Best Movie, but I think Best Breakout Star would be the best to focus on because a) R-Patz isn't an option, so he might have a chance of winning, but mainly because b) the award is being presented by Jesse Eisenberg. So really, Andrew is supposed to win. Jesse giving Andrew an award would be all sorts of adorable. If Jesse stands up and gives that award to someone else while Andrew is sitting in the audience looking sad... well, that would be heartbreaking. Hence, voting my face off. Join me in this endeavour!
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Today I had lunch with my mum and an old family friend at her nursing home. I'd never been to a nursing home before, and I wasn't really sure what to expect. One of my many flaws is that I don't really have any experience with very old people and sometimes they can make me a bit nervous. Which seems odd to type out, and it's something I'm kinda ashamed about, but it is what it is.
It seemed nice enough. I suppose the weirdest thing was that some of it seemed perfectly nice, like the sitting room we saw, wouldn't have been out of place is a well kept home or a hotel, and the dining room was pleasant, very sunny, but the corridors were kinda spartan and made me think of boarding school. They didn't quite seem to match up, and at one stage I had the sense that it was like a TV set or something, where the rooms were set and the corridors were like, backstage. Oh and the carers seemed out of place, which is ridiculous because a nursing home is the exact place for carers. But they looked liked nurses and mainly acted like waitresses and it was all fine and nice, but I wasn't totally relaxed until the end when we three were alone and chatting about literature and what books we could bring her. That part was of the day was lovely :)
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Eurovision is the definition of ridiculous. That is all.
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Today I had lunch with my mum and an old family friend at her nursing home. I'd never been to a nursing home before, and I wasn't really sure what to expect. One of my many flaws is that I don't really have any experience with very old people and sometimes they can make me a bit nervous. Which seems odd to type out, and it's something I'm kinda ashamed about, but it is what it is.
It seemed nice enough. I suppose the weirdest thing was that some of it seemed perfectly nice, like the sitting room we saw, wouldn't have been out of place is a well kept home or a hotel, and the dining room was pleasant, very sunny, but the corridors were kinda spartan and made me think of boarding school. They didn't quite seem to match up, and at one stage I had the sense that it was like a TV set or something, where the rooms were set and the corridors were like, backstage. Oh and the carers seemed out of place, which is ridiculous because a nursing home is the exact place for carers. But they looked liked nurses and mainly acted like waitresses and it was all fine and nice, but I wasn't totally relaxed until the end when we three were alone and chatting about literature and what books we could bring her. That part was of the day was lovely :)
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Eurovision is the definition of ridiculous. That is all.