Blathering on about Books, Boys, and Brits

Really don't have time to write much now, sorry. But I've been reading some books lately (while I should be studying!) - Bridget Jones' Diary and now I'm reading Confessions of a Shopaholic.


I don't recommend Bridget Jones, really, unless you want to pick up British slang (which I do - someone tell me what "sod" means, please. I know it's rather nasty... but what's it mean?). Bridget is rather a sad character, and makes 128 lbs seem terrible. The romance isn't very good, mostly, and they're all drunk a lot. But there's some excellent feminism.

At first, I thought Shopaholic was awful because Rebecca what's-her-face is rather silly and has zero self-control. She can't manage money at all, and I find that irritating and stupid beyond belief. But don't give up hope - there's men involved eventually and then the plot thickens, and she does some actually smart things. But, like I said, I haven't finished.



I feel very strange, because I keep using words like rather, excellent, and nasty in places that I normally wouldn't. Why? Because of that aforementioned obsession. Didn't get the hint? Look at the initials of the title of my last post, and then watch the Narnia movies and google William Moseley. He's fabulous - pretty and sweet. And I think he has a six-pack, but I wouldn't really know. Anyway, in the end, I go through phases of obsession, and this is a package deal: WM and the UK, basically. If you live in the UK, maybe you think I'm a loser (would you be right?), but everything's just so lovely there! Like the manner of speaking.

Anyway, that's why I'm reading predominantly British authors. This post is silly, but that's what happens when you listen to Taylor Swift while you write. Maybe I'll delete this later - enjoy it while you can.

xoxo,
SMG

Brunches, Bazaars, and The Blonde Theory

So what have I been up to? (Why, thanks for asking.) Well, I've been enjoying my vacation, that's for sure. I'm not going anywhere, but I've been hanging out at home with my family. We've done brunches, bazaars, golfing, and fun stuff like that.

I've read two books since yesterday (Elegance and The Blonde Theory), both of which were pretty good.

And we watched this really really sad Mexican movie (con subtitulos en ingles) about illegal immigrants. Ok, so it doesn't sound very sad; but the little 9-year-old boy gets separated from his mom, and his grandma dies, and his dad who he never met meets him then stands him up, and his only friend gets arrested by La Migra (the INS).
I'm a big movie crier. I've even cried while watching Full House (don't hold it against me: Michelle's grandpa was going to be her show-and-tell and visit her school, but he dies. You'd have cried, too). So I cried like on six seperate occasions while watching La Misma Luna.

Well, whatever. Point is, I've been having a good time. How 'bout you?