How the devil have you been? Well, I hope? And me? Well, thank you for asking, I have been just fine. Until today, the sun has been shining brightly and making it feel as though spring was peeking it's optimistic head around the corner. But, today it's back to the classic British weather of grey skies, and classic Cambridge wind! It is extremely flat around Cambridge, it is surrounded by an area called The Fens (drained of water way back in the day and now used for agriculture). So, there are no hills to block the wind.
But, I digress. The last few days have been spent moving into a lovely room, settling in, getting to know my fantastic house-mate, and doing a bit of job hunting. All fun and games.
Tonight, I will be going to the cinema to see Beautiful Creatures.
I love a bit of the supernatural, and a love story to boot. As you may have guessed, I shall be going with some of my female friends! I'll let you know what it's like, although I have pretty bad taste in films so you may want to take anything I say with a pinch of salt (a large one).
The last film I saw was Django Unchained. Now that was quite different. Being a Quentin Tarantino film, it had some great (dark) humour in it. But, it also had some scenes that made me squeal like a girl and two scenes that simply made me cover my eyes and ears (if you've seen it you may know the ones I am talking about). I'm a wimp, heck, I am queen of the wimps. Before the film had even started they showed the trailer for a new horror film called Mama. As Django Unchained is an 18 certificate, they showed the full trailer for Mama. Seeing as though horror film trailers shown on TV make me turn off the sound and cover my eyes (yes, I really am that pathetic), you can only imagine how much I was trying to ignore the trailer when it was shown in all its glory!
The ironic thing is, that when I was younger (maybe 11/12) I would insist on watching these horrific horror movies with my brother. He is older than me, and had a thing for all things dark and nasty, I was probably still playing with my Sylvanian Families. However, we only saw each other now and then, and I wanted to impress him by watching the films (I think that must have been my motivation anyway). I eventually realised the error of my ways after watching the film IT and being unable to ever look at clowns in the same way again. But, before that, I have a vivid memory of watching Hellraiser with him and saying "Hello Mr Pin Head" to one of the characters every time he came on screen, he scared the bejesus out of me! Needless to say, this annoyed my brother immensely... Warning: click on links at your own risk, they freak me out.
Well, there you have it. I had no idea that this was going to turn into an entry about just how much of a scaredy cat I am, but that's how the hobnob seems to have crumbled. In my defence, I maintain that it is because of my vivid imagination that I am such a wimp. I will literally imagine things coming to get me. The fact that I am not a huge fan of the dark is probably a real shocker huh?
Ta ra for now!