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Woo, three day weekend! My plans:
Saturday (today): Get out of bed at some point soon. Have shower, get dressed. Make cheese on toast. Eat cheese on toast. Catch bus to stupid King's Cross to pick up stupid train ticket for tomorrow's journey because for some stupid reason that's the nearest collection machine to me for the online ticket company I booked with. I resent having to do this as it means making the exact same journey I make to work every single stupid day of the week and I'd quite like to not have to do it on a weekend too. But OK, moving on.
Anyway, then possibly I will go shopping somewhere and search for a pair of ballet pumps in either black or brown because it's summer now and thus I need pretty summer shoes. Also I will buy ingredients for chilli, because that is the dinner of choice tonight. Once home chilli will be assembled and taken into lounge, where housemate and I will settle down for our traditional Saturday night of TV watching. The current bill of viewing is Strictly Dance Fever and Doctor Who. Maybe with a side of Big Brother thrown in to fill any gaps in scheduling. Once all that has been watched, he will either persuade me to go out somewhere and I will weakly give in, or I will decide I would rather watch the Lost finale which finished downloading last night, and retire to bed to do just that.
Sunday: Get up at the crack of dawn to make the 3.5 hour train journey to the coastal town where I ived between the ages of 6 and 15. I have been back once since we moved away, and that was when I was 16. I am now going there for two days with my parents to stay in the house five doors down from where we used to live, with people who were like my surrogate family for the whole time I lived there. I've never lost contact with them exactly, but I haven't seen them for years and years and my god it's going to be *weird*. The daughter, who is four years younger than me but was the closest thing to a sister I've ever had, is now *pregnant*. In my head she is still 11, so this is a very strange concept. Thinking about that, and thinking about seeing all the other used-to-be-friends I know I'll see, and all the places that used to be home, is already freaking me out slightly and I'm not even there yet. I don't know what to expect, and I *hate* not knowing what to expect. Someone hold me.
Monday: Catch train back to London. Hopefully not have to spend too much time recovering from my encounters with the ghosts of childhoods past. Go to cinema to see X-Men 3. Mooch around / be extrodinarily productive in some as-yet-unknown way. Go to bed.
I saw the American Idol finale last night. Most disturbing bit: Kevin singing "What's New Pussycat?". Something seemed very, very wrong about that to me. My favourite bit was the girls singing their woman-power medley, closely followed by that kid nearly dying of happiness right there on live television when Clay Aiken took the stage, and also David Hasslehof being there and *crying*. I love me some Hoff. Overall, I really enjoyed the show even though I had been spoiled for Taylor's win (not that I hadn't predicted it anyway) and I loved how it wasn't afraid to pile on the cheese and take the piss out of itself a little bit.
However, that said, I *hated* both the original songs they came up with for Taylor and Kat. *Why* must the songs given to winners of TV talent shows be so uniformly awful and rain anvils down upon you about how life was crap until the wonderfulness of this show came along, and getting to sing this piece of crap is like the best moment of their life OMG!? It's so self-congratulatory on the part of the show. If anything, it's worse here in the UK, where songs forced upon the winners of our big TV talent shows include the following:
Anything is Possible: (Sample Lyric: I never thought I could be feeling this way/ Standing here in front of you this perfect day/ Its hard to imagine where tomorrow will lead/ Ill keep this moment in my mind for eternity)
Evergreen (Sample Lyric: I'm gonna take this moment and make it last forever/ I'm gonna take this night and make it evergreen(followed by some stuff about how Blank is the most beautiful girl in the world and he loves her so much, which is pretty funny considering Will Young who was the singer is now openly gay))
All This Time (Sample Lyric: This time yesterday I thought I was gonna die/ Standing at the edge of my ordinary life/ Now I'm looking far ahead I only see clear blue skies/ I hope this feeling lasts me until the end of time)
That's My Goal (Sample Lyric: You know where I come from / You know my story / You know why I'm standing here tonight/ I'm here to win your heart and soul/ That's my goal)
I just hate them all so deeply, and it's really annoying because it means these shows, which I otherwise love pathetically, always go out on a sour note for me. Sigh, why do I torture myself this way?
OK, going to get out of bed now. Possibly. Probably.
Saturday (today): Get out of bed at some point soon. Have shower, get dressed. Make cheese on toast. Eat cheese on toast. Catch bus to stupid King's Cross to pick up stupid train ticket for tomorrow's journey because for some stupid reason that's the nearest collection machine to me for the online ticket company I booked with. I resent having to do this as it means making the exact same journey I make to work every single stupid day of the week and I'd quite like to not have to do it on a weekend too. But OK, moving on.
Anyway, then possibly I will go shopping somewhere and search for a pair of ballet pumps in either black or brown because it's summer now and thus I need pretty summer shoes. Also I will buy ingredients for chilli, because that is the dinner of choice tonight. Once home chilli will be assembled and taken into lounge, where housemate and I will settle down for our traditional Saturday night of TV watching. The current bill of viewing is Strictly Dance Fever and Doctor Who. Maybe with a side of Big Brother thrown in to fill any gaps in scheduling. Once all that has been watched, he will either persuade me to go out somewhere and I will weakly give in, or I will decide I would rather watch the Lost finale which finished downloading last night, and retire to bed to do just that.
Sunday: Get up at the crack of dawn to make the 3.5 hour train journey to the coastal town where I ived between the ages of 6 and 15. I have been back once since we moved away, and that was when I was 16. I am now going there for two days with my parents to stay in the house five doors down from where we used to live, with people who were like my surrogate family for the whole time I lived there. I've never lost contact with them exactly, but I haven't seen them for years and years and my god it's going to be *weird*. The daughter, who is four years younger than me but was the closest thing to a sister I've ever had, is now *pregnant*. In my head she is still 11, so this is a very strange concept. Thinking about that, and thinking about seeing all the other used-to-be-friends I know I'll see, and all the places that used to be home, is already freaking me out slightly and I'm not even there yet. I don't know what to expect, and I *hate* not knowing what to expect. Someone hold me.
Monday: Catch train back to London. Hopefully not have to spend too much time recovering from my encounters with the ghosts of childhoods past. Go to cinema to see X-Men 3. Mooch around / be extrodinarily productive in some as-yet-unknown way. Go to bed.
I saw the American Idol finale last night. Most disturbing bit: Kevin singing "What's New Pussycat?". Something seemed very, very wrong about that to me. My favourite bit was the girls singing their woman-power medley, closely followed by that kid nearly dying of happiness right there on live television when Clay Aiken took the stage, and also David Hasslehof being there and *crying*. I love me some Hoff. Overall, I really enjoyed the show even though I had been spoiled for Taylor's win (not that I hadn't predicted it anyway) and I loved how it wasn't afraid to pile on the cheese and take the piss out of itself a little bit.
However, that said, I *hated* both the original songs they came up with for Taylor and Kat. *Why* must the songs given to winners of TV talent shows be so uniformly awful and rain anvils down upon you about how life was crap until the wonderfulness of this show came along, and getting to sing this piece of crap is like the best moment of their life OMG!? It's so self-congratulatory on the part of the show. If anything, it's worse here in the UK, where songs forced upon the winners of our big TV talent shows include the following:
Anything is Possible: (Sample Lyric: I never thought I could be feeling this way/ Standing here in front of you this perfect day/ Its hard to imagine where tomorrow will lead/ Ill keep this moment in my mind for eternity)
Evergreen (Sample Lyric: I'm gonna take this moment and make it last forever/ I'm gonna take this night and make it evergreen(followed by some stuff about how Blank is the most beautiful girl in the world and he loves her so much, which is pretty funny considering Will Young who was the singer is now openly gay))
All This Time (Sample Lyric: This time yesterday I thought I was gonna die/ Standing at the edge of my ordinary life/ Now I'm looking far ahead I only see clear blue skies/ I hope this feeling lasts me until the end of time)
That's My Goal (Sample Lyric: You know where I come from / You know my story / You know why I'm standing here tonight/ I'm here to win your heart and soul/ That's my goal)
I just hate them all so deeply, and it's really annoying because it means these shows, which I otherwise love pathetically, always go out on a sour note for me. Sigh, why do I torture myself this way?
OK, going to get out of bed now. Possibly. Probably.