{ for the record, Monsters Inc is pretty lol. }

[delga]

So. I re-read the last post I made. I obviously had elsewhere to be because my gosh did that fucker taper off or what? And it also didn't make a great deal of sense. Or rather, it did, but I was all cagey and vague *arm wave of you know, whatever* What was that about? Yeah.

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This is my Sunday morning icon because my next task is to watch Michael McIntyre's Comedy Roadshow. I never remember to watch it when it's on, and anyway, last night I was babysitting Baby Cousin which turned out to be the kind of riot that usually is. She ate McDonald's (I got me a milkshake, booyakasha!), we played a board game called Scene It, and then we watched half of Monsters Inc before she had to go to sleep. Guys, does the wolf eat the first two pigs in Three Little Pigs? I thought they just ran off to each other's houses until they get to Pig #3's brick pavillion? No? This version was one I've not encountered before - there was all this stuff about the third pig going to steal some farmer's turnips an hour before he and the wolf had 'agreed' to go. I mean, some serious breaches of gentlemen's contracts! AND there was this part where the pig rolls down a hill in a butter churn and scares the shit out of the wolf. WHAT THE FUCK?

Ahem.

So, I came home, and was keeping The Mother company until she went to pick up The Sister from prom. We watched The Kingdom which was better than I thought it would be but also a really bizarre film. It goes from having quite a large scope to quite a narrow one in one narrative decision and then peters out oddly. I didn't dislike it, though, so that's something.

Also finished watching The Journey of August King yesterday which features Thandie Newton in one of her stronger 'unknown' roles, and Sam Waterstone in a big hat. That, too, ended oddly, but I liked its quietude. And Thandie was very subtle in it which is something I feel she's lost over time.

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Driving lesson this morning and after the fiasco that was last week's go around, I am not looking forward to it. The whole thing is often an infuriating endeavour and my instructor has a habit of posing rhetorical questions as actual fucking questions and then repeats himself when I don't answer. Because the question was obviously rhetorical. Apart from the part where it wasn't. I don't know.

But I guess it's just 75mins out of a week of other bullshit, and I should just get through it already. Goddamn, though. You don't know true frustration until you are at a major roundabout and you fucking stall because you get the pedals mixed up. It's not a big deal because you just quickly switch off and on again, and start up all over again, but it's massively shaming. I'm better than I thought I would be about panicking - I don't do it - but I get frustrated and embarrassed really easily, and the whole thing is a mess, frankly.

Whoo, pep talk! Oh yeah.

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Michael McIntyre! Yes.