Various pointless ramblings...
Recently, (as in last night) I have heard about this 'Earth Hour' thing that's going on tomorrow. Apparently, if you think something has to be done about global warming, you must Vote Earth by switching off the lights in your house from 8:30 - 9:30pm local time tomorrow night. Which frankly is quite ridiculous, as it looks like you have to sit in the dark for an hour. The joy. It is totally absurd as on the website for this thing they make you sound like an evil bugger if you don't want to do it. "Switching off your lights is a vote for Earth, or leaving them on is a vote for global warming." Jeez. And then there's the total lack of advertising. See, I didn't hear about this from a TV or internet advert, or in a magazine or the news. How to they expect it to be successful if no one has even heard about it? I heard this myself from someone in Portugal, and no one in the UK (that I have spoken to) knows anything about it. Anyway, I figure if the others in my house don't want to do it, I will at least have an amusing pastime for an hour by pissing them off, repeatedly turning the lights off and claiming I am trying to save the Earth.
A significant part of my personality is my huge love of roller coasters. So it is not surprising in the least when I practically have a seizure when I first see the TV advert for the new Saw ride at Thorpe Park. I then proceed to spend the next hour cruising the official site for the ride, watching the videos and grimacing as I have to crudely hack though a cartoon leg with a cartoon saw to earn the chance to be the first to ride on the roller coaster. I am now determined to go to Thorpe Park over the summer and go on that ride, as I have no hope really of winning the competition (seriously, does anyone ever expect to win those things?) and must go on it before September. Then there's Alton Towers too. I have been there at least once a year for about four years now and am not willing to break the tradition now. It's not as if I'll be lacking in time and money this summer since we're not going away (grumble, grumble).
Generally, I do not particularly care about American traditions and holidays etc. (being that I am English), I don't know what Thanksgiving is and the obsession with being unhealthily skinny gets irritating. But one thing I DO love about the USA is how one of its traditions has been passed overseas to England and I am now very much looking forward to my Prom. Oh yes. I have a feeling the whole preparing thing will be half the fun of the event. I've already been looking for a dress for months now, and am in fact anticipating going out tomorrow with a friend to a few shops. Although I know that if another month goes by and I have still not found my dream dress I will get extremely stressed out. I'll take that as it comes. Anyway, even the transport is a massive part, and I'm very excited to be going in a classic car with three friends to prom, instead of the typical limo. Despite me not being particularly outgoing normally, I cannot wait to have people see the car pull up and ogle when they see me and my friends stepping out of it. It will be fantastic. Hmm, but one thing that isn't such a big deal here as it is in America is the whole 'date' thing. I have a grand total of one friend who had a date (who was incidentally her steady boyfriend of six months anyway) and they've dropped out anyway. Most people are just going with their friends, not bothering with asking people out, which I am very relieved about as I feel I would probably end up going on my own. Unfortunately, many of my friends aren't as excited about the event as me, and clearly want to say 'oh god, here she goes again' whenever I start ranting about it. No matter. There are at least a couple of people who share my enthusiasm.
A significant part of my personality is my huge love of roller coasters. So it is not surprising in the least when I practically have a seizure when I first see the TV advert for the new Saw ride at Thorpe Park. I then proceed to spend the next hour cruising the official site for the ride, watching the videos and grimacing as I have to crudely hack though a cartoon leg with a cartoon saw to earn the chance to be the first to ride on the roller coaster. I am now determined to go to Thorpe Park over the summer and go on that ride, as I have no hope really of winning the competition (seriously, does anyone ever expect to win those things?) and must go on it before September. Then there's Alton Towers too. I have been there at least once a year for about four years now and am not willing to break the tradition now. It's not as if I'll be lacking in time and money this summer since we're not going away (grumble, grumble).
Generally, I do not particularly care about American traditions and holidays etc. (being that I am English), I don't know what Thanksgiving is and the obsession with being unhealthily skinny gets irritating. But one thing I DO love about the USA is how one of its traditions has been passed overseas to England and I am now very much looking forward to my Prom. Oh yes. I have a feeling the whole preparing thing will be half the fun of the event. I've already been looking for a dress for months now, and am in fact anticipating going out tomorrow with a friend to a few shops. Although I know that if another month goes by and I have still not found my dream dress I will get extremely stressed out. I'll take that as it comes. Anyway, even the transport is a massive part, and I'm very excited to be going in a classic car with three friends to prom, instead of the typical limo. Despite me not being particularly outgoing normally, I cannot wait to have people see the car pull up and ogle when they see me and my friends stepping out of it. It will be fantastic. Hmm, but one thing that isn't such a big deal here as it is in America is the whole 'date' thing. I have a grand total of one friend who had a date (who was incidentally her steady boyfriend of six months anyway) and they've dropped out anyway. Most people are just going with their friends, not bothering with asking people out, which I am very relieved about as I feel I would probably end up going on my own. Unfortunately, many of my friends aren't as excited about the event as me, and clearly want to say 'oh god, here she goes again' whenever I start ranting about it. No matter. There are at least a couple of people who share my enthusiasm.