2 candles, 1 wish.
A whole month of 2008 has passed already.
The past week has been an interesting one. Still ironing out a few kinks at work; it looks like myself and the guy currently overseeing the shop I'm taking on have different ideas on how to do things, so obviously until we agree on a system there's some conflict, which I'm not altogether happy about. I'm finding it difficult to be motivated at work at the moment, I really have to remind myself that I'm good at my job.
I went to see Sweeney Todd this evening. I thought it was very good. I give it an 8/10. It was one of my favourite stories when I was a little girl though, so I was bound to find something wrong with it. As good as Johnny Depp and especially Helen Bonham Carter were in it, I think I would have preferred an all-English cast for what is, to me, a classic English story. Plus, it was difficult to take some of the drama seriously whilst trying not to laugh at Johnny Depp's bizarre David Bowie impression. I did enjoy it though, it was suitably dark and dramatic and gruesome and fun.
I've been reading a lot of Irish literature lately. In particular, this month I've read A Monk Swimming, by Malachy McCourt, about how McCourt grew up in Limerick and his stories about moving to New York; and Round Ireland With a Fridge by Tony Hawks (not that one), about how Hawks hitch-hiked around Ireland with a fridge, on a bet. I'm also about to start reading Don't Wake Me at Doyles, by Maura Murphy, which is another autobiography. I prefer memoirs of normal people as opposed to famous people, they actually seem more interesting.
I'm really looking forward to my birthday week now. I booked 10 days off work for it. On my actual birthday, which is the Tuesday, I am hopefully going into London with Lou, Dan and Kit, which will be lovely, as we haven't really seen each other in over a year. I'm also having a karaoke party next weekend, as a joint bash between myself and Storm. Lots of things!
The past week has been an interesting one. Still ironing out a few kinks at work; it looks like myself and the guy currently overseeing the shop I'm taking on have different ideas on how to do things, so obviously until we agree on a system there's some conflict, which I'm not altogether happy about. I'm finding it difficult to be motivated at work at the moment, I really have to remind myself that I'm good at my job.
I went to see Sweeney Todd this evening. I thought it was very good. I give it an 8/10. It was one of my favourite stories when I was a little girl though, so I was bound to find something wrong with it. As good as Johnny Depp and especially Helen Bonham Carter were in it, I think I would have preferred an all-English cast for what is, to me, a classic English story. Plus, it was difficult to take some of the drama seriously whilst trying not to laugh at Johnny Depp's bizarre David Bowie impression. I did enjoy it though, it was suitably dark and dramatic and gruesome and fun.
I've been reading a lot of Irish literature lately. In particular, this month I've read A Monk Swimming, by Malachy McCourt, about how McCourt grew up in Limerick and his stories about moving to New York; and Round Ireland With a Fridge by Tony Hawks (not that one), about how Hawks hitch-hiked around Ireland with a fridge, on a bet. I'm also about to start reading Don't Wake Me at Doyles, by Maura Murphy, which is another autobiography. I prefer memoirs of normal people as opposed to famous people, they actually seem more interesting.
I'm really looking forward to my birthday week now. I booked 10 days off work for it. On my actual birthday, which is the Tuesday, I am hopefully going into London with Lou, Dan and Kit, which will be lovely, as we haven't really seen each other in over a year. I'm also having a karaoke party next weekend, as a joint bash between myself and Storm. Lots of things!