23 Pieces of Orange Plasticine

I am such a big fan of the Orange 241 Wednesdays, what a great way to go and see the films you want to see without paying huge amounts of money.

Plus if you’re bored and can’t afford to do much (which often happens as a student which I am sure most of you know), then it’s a great way to kill a few hours.

These two that advertise it are GENIUS; I bet no one can avoid laughing at the advertisements in the cinema before the film comes on. Sometimes I wonder if I only go to see them and not on the film (which I don’t really).

That said, it is also a very strange way to kill a few hours (Why would people kill hours? They never did anything to anyone).

Staring at a screen is the weirdest thing if you think about it. I wonder how many times people blink whilst watching a film. Probably all of twice.

Television is even weirder, because you can go for whole hours staring at a screen. I suppose the cinema is just communal screen staring. Although it does have the disadvantage of people slurping coke and munching popcorn.

Tonight I am going to go and see 23 with Jim Carrey. It is about a man who becomes obsessed with this number (perhaps he can’t deal with aging?) and eventually it becomes his downfall. On the plus side, I do find Jim Carrey quite attractive for some unbeknownst reason. I think it is the fact that he can be realllly weird and all plasticine faced, but is really moving when he takes on more serious roles like in The Truman Show. We shall see how he does in this film, I think it should be stated that I am not attracted to him with the number 23 all over his face.

Pictures:

Picture of Jim Carrey from The Number 23: http://www.myvue.com

Orange tickets: www.activemediatech.com/

Picture of Orange men: www.visit4info.com/moredetails.cfm?adnum=15917

Sunday bloody sunday.

My family came down this weekend-this consisted of my mum and dad, my aunt and uncle. Their main purpose was to see the Blue Man Group which I have wrote about in previous posts. But of course, they wanted to generally see London too.

So Sunday’s main objective was to go on the London Eye, and I could not tell you how excited I actually was. I was bouncing around more than the children in the queue.

I was expecting the Wheel to be a dizzying experience, but it was a lot less scary that what I thought it would be. The views of London are of course amazing and nothing quite compares to the sensation you have when you’re at the top of the wheel.

I realised that instead of taking photos of the 360 degree view of London that we had, I did in fact take about 25 and a half pictures of the Houses of Parliament. I am comfortable with this and will not show you all 25 or the half. But perhaps just this one:

However others did not enjoy it as much as I did, my boyfriend was so scared whilst we were up there that he had to read a magazine. I did not see this coming and wondered why anybody afraid of heights would do something like the London Eye in the first place, is it a type of masochism?

My mum, ten minutes after various exclamations of me yelling ‘We’re at the top of the wheel now!’ wanted to know if 'We had reached the top of the wheel yet?', as it seemed to be taking an awfully long time. Ah, mothers, consistent comedy value.

After the London Eye, we had time to kill and so we went to (wait for it folks) THE AQUARIAM. Oh yes, 6 months I have been waiting to go here. All my dreams come true!

Did you know that in the Aquariam they have fish? No? Take a look at some of the fishy folks I made friends with!

These are jellyfish. They do not like it when you take pictures of them with a flash. They rebel by turning green, how very rude.

This is a fish, he wished to remain anonymous because of his face. So we will call him Victor Mildrew, he is a very happy fish, but due to genetics and his life generally sucking, you can never tell this. Ever.










Ah the great shark. One of natures misunderstood animals/fish/mammal/what ever the hell they really are. This shark did not help his cause as he declined to talk to me.






So all in all, it was a jam packed day and I realised as my parents were down here that they were tourists in the place that I live in, but it also meant that I am a permanent tourist. It made me feel ashamed that I had not seen things like Buckingham Palace and the London Eye in the 6 months that I have lived here. On the other hand, it does make it more enjoyable doing it for free! Turns out that parents do have their uses (besides creating me and all that jazz).

Doorway to Heaven.

Living in student halls is a beautiful thing, all the new friends, parties and living so close to the university.

Oh and getting the fire door kicked down by strangers at 4am. That’s always a bonus. It happened on Monday night in the deep, dark depths of the morning.

You see Monday night, is the ‘student night’, where a lot of students go to the Union bar, which is called ‘The Undercroft.’ So obviously, you expect rowdy people in the wee hours, hell, I have been one of them several times, but damaging doors for the sake of it?

For about a half hour, I had been in bed listening to the drunken ramblings of some people who don’t even live on my corridor.

Enough was enough, I was getting ready to go and tell them where they could go, then BOOOOOOOF, BOOOOOOOOOG BANNNNNNG. I was scared witless, I didn’t want to open my door after that.

The door had obviously been knocked down, and then we heard footsteps running through the corridor and that’s the last I remember.

The next morning, the door was absolutely trashed, the glass knocked out, the handle RIPPED OFF, how does anyone do that?!

Right now, there are drills going off (my brain is vibrating) making new windows in our shiny new door. On reporting it to reception, I found it had happened on two other floors.

What annoys me the most is the fact that people can get in and do that? It says a lot about the security of our halls, where I think more security than say in a house is needed. The doors are obviously inadequate and serve more as an obstacle to drunken louts than a way of leaving the building in a fire.

We only have one security guard on, and he is certainly not up to the job in my opinion. Yes that is defamatory, but they the alternating guards all seem to be old, with little English and did I mention old?

With all the students in campus, you’re telling me that we have ONE security man at night? Well I do feel safe now.