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Friday, September 26, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
You Act so Nonchalance
I’m back!
How have your holidays been so far? You’ve either been on vacation for a week or only for a day... but either way, how have they been?
*Random helpful hint – don’t press the shift button five or more times, it activates “sticky keys” which isn’t fun. Just don’t try it.
This shall be a short post because I can’t think of much to say. I think I’ll just share a conversation my parents, my sister and I had the other day:
Mum: you used to be allergic to watermelon didn’t you?
Sister: yeah I did. What’s Oliver (*our cousin*) allergic to again?
Mum: he’s lactose intolerant
Sister: oh, so he can’t eat bread?
Dad: we don’t know if he’s allergic to bread, he’s not old enough to eat solids yet.
Me: lactose intolerant is when you can’t have milk and other dairy things.
Sister: oh, I thought it was when you’re allergic to toast and stuff because it’s called lack – toast
Ok. I think that’s all I’ll write today. Oh, I just realised, the heading of this blog doesn’t make sense anymore. I was going to give you all a full encounter of how my trip to the snow was, and it was going to include how snowboarders always seem to act rather nonchalance. I also picked that heading because I had the song “Pour Le Morde” by Crowded House stuck in my head for the entire week and “you act so nonchalance” is one of the lines in that.
My dad just dropped/ smashed the glass ball that goes over the light globe in his study. I wonder where we’ll get a replacement one from, it’s not like there’s a shop called “glass balls that cover your light globes ‘R’ us” there is however (and this is fairly random) a shop which I pass on the way to school that sells nothing but doorknobs. Everyday when I pass it (when I say everyday I mean the days I don’t catch the bus to school) I am always fascinated by the fact that they not only decided to dedicate an entire shop to doorknobs, but they also decided to only sell silver one’s, most of which are the long sort and not the round sort. I don’t know what the shop’s called, but calling themselves “silver doorknobs that are the long sort ‘R’ us” probably wouldn’t attract many customers. Except for those, like me, who are curious as to why someone would have a shop that sold nothing but doorknobs.
I should probably go delete the part of this blog that says “I can’t think of much to say” now that I’ve blabbed on aimlessly about doorknobs.
How have your holidays been so far? You’ve either been on vacation for a week or only for a day... but either way, how have they been?
*Random helpful hint – don’t press the shift button five or more times, it activates “sticky keys” which isn’t fun. Just don’t try it.
This shall be a short post because I can’t think of much to say. I think I’ll just share a conversation my parents, my sister and I had the other day:
Mum: you used to be allergic to watermelon didn’t you?
Sister: yeah I did. What’s Oliver (*our cousin*) allergic to again?
Mum: he’s lactose intolerant
Sister: oh, so he can’t eat bread?
Dad: we don’t know if he’s allergic to bread, he’s not old enough to eat solids yet.
Me: lactose intolerant is when you can’t have milk and other dairy things.
Sister: oh, I thought it was when you’re allergic to toast and stuff because it’s called lack – toast
Ok. I think that’s all I’ll write today. Oh, I just realised, the heading of this blog doesn’t make sense anymore. I was going to give you all a full encounter of how my trip to the snow was, and it was going to include how snowboarders always seem to act rather nonchalance. I also picked that heading because I had the song “Pour Le Morde” by Crowded House stuck in my head for the entire week and “you act so nonchalance” is one of the lines in that.
My dad just dropped/ smashed the glass ball that goes over the light globe in his study. I wonder where we’ll get a replacement one from, it’s not like there’s a shop called “glass balls that cover your light globes ‘R’ us” there is however (and this is fairly random) a shop which I pass on the way to school that sells nothing but doorknobs. Everyday when I pass it (when I say everyday I mean the days I don’t catch the bus to school) I am always fascinated by the fact that they not only decided to dedicate an entire shop to doorknobs, but they also decided to only sell silver one’s, most of which are the long sort and not the round sort. I don’t know what the shop’s called, but calling themselves “silver doorknobs that are the long sort ‘R’ us” probably wouldn’t attract many customers. Except for those, like me, who are curious as to why someone would have a shop that sold nothing but doorknobs.
I should probably go delete the part of this blog that says “I can’t think of much to say” now that I’ve blabbed on aimlessly about doorknobs.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Picnic Post
Sorry.
I know I said I’d post this blog as soon as I got home. We went to my grandma’s a little earlier than I thought we would.... and stayed a little longer than I thought we would. And then I had to do my homework and have dinner. But I’m writing it now, so don’t panic. I decided to dedicate this entire blog to organising our picnic.
So first I’ll just recap on the details we already decided on earlier today:
I know I said I’d post this blog as soon as I got home. We went to my grandma’s a little earlier than I thought we would.... and stayed a little longer than I thought we would. And then I had to do my homework and have dinner. But I’m writing it now, so don’t panic. I decided to dedicate this entire blog to organising our picnic.
So first I’ll just recap on the details we already decided on earlier today:
- We’re thinking last week of holidays
- Would be easier if it was near my house because I’m in the middle... sort of
- I’m making sweet things and lemonade (lemonade also falls under the category of “sweet things” but when I said sweet things I meant food not drink.)
- You two (I’d say your names but you know who you are and I’m not sure if you want me to say your name on the internet....) are doing savoury things
- We have to work out what we’re all bringing and where we’re going to do it, that’s the reason we decided I should make this blog.
*My sister just asked me if I wanted to play a midnight chess match, of all the things to wake up in the middle of the night to do, playing chess is not one of them. Which brings me to ask you, have you read my blog called chess? It’s my most unread one, and I think it feels lonely and neglected. Thanks Andrew for commenting it! Actually, thanks to everyone whose read and commented my blogs. Remember: you don’t need to be registered to leave me a comment.
That was a bit off topic. Back to our picnic. We’ll just stay in touch on this blog and organise stuff, ok?
If anyone feels unloved not being a part of the picnic let me know. The more the merrier.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Sweeney Todd
As promised I watched Sweeney Todd last night. It was a bloody movie, but it didn’t scare me. Maybe it was because I hyped myself up into believing that I was about to watch the scariest movie I’d ever seen. I was pretty alert and edgy to begin with, but as soon as the first person was killed I realised it wasn’t going to be as bad as I’d thought. You may be thinking “that’s all very well Luna Mooney, I’m glad you’re not permanently damaged by the movie. But did you enjoy it?”
I LOVED IT!!!
It was such a good movie! I wish I’d seen it a lot sooner. I won’t give you a review or a full run down on all the things I liked. That’s the sort of thing that’s best left for real life conversations. But I will say that I really liked it, and that it’s one of my favourite movies now.
Ok. I have to say, to those of you who laughed hysterically at me when I asked whether or not Sweeney Todd was a comedy. It WAS funny. Maybe it wouldn’t fall under the genre of comedy, but it was still funny. The back of the DVD cover even says it: “Scary, monstrously FUNNY and melodically thrilling.”
There are a few ways to tell if a movie is really good:
1. If you enjoyed it.
2. If you would watch it again.
3. If familiar actors (like Johnny Depp) become disassociated to their previous characters in your mind. – which did happen in Sweeney Todd, except for when Judge Turpin said “Mark me” which just reminded me of Harry Potter because they always say “mark my words.”
4. If you don’t concentrate on the food you’re eating. - I was supposed to eat my pasta while watching Sweeney Todd, but It was too captivating and engaging that I barely had five bites.
There are probably many more ways, but I think if these four apply then the movie’s a winner. Actually a movie can be a winner if only the first one applies. But Sweeney Todd had all four. I don’t usually use a criteria to judge a movie, I just made this up then.
Anyway, once I finished watching the movie I went out into the kitchen, only to find that my dad had baked pie. “Ah, your movie’s over! Would you like some apple pie for dessert?” he asked me. My dad very rarely makes dessert (like maybe twice a year) and I don’t think he’s ever made pie, so it was a really strange coincidence that the one night I watch a movie about putting humans into pies he bakes us one.
I LOVED IT!!!
It was such a good movie! I wish I’d seen it a lot sooner. I won’t give you a review or a full run down on all the things I liked. That’s the sort of thing that’s best left for real life conversations. But I will say that I really liked it, and that it’s one of my favourite movies now.
Ok. I have to say, to those of you who laughed hysterically at me when I asked whether or not Sweeney Todd was a comedy. It WAS funny. Maybe it wouldn’t fall under the genre of comedy, but it was still funny. The back of the DVD cover even says it: “Scary, monstrously FUNNY and melodically thrilling.”
There are a few ways to tell if a movie is really good:
1. If you enjoyed it.
2. If you would watch it again.
3. If familiar actors (like Johnny Depp) become disassociated to their previous characters in your mind. – which did happen in Sweeney Todd, except for when Judge Turpin said “Mark me” which just reminded me of Harry Potter because they always say “mark my words.”
4. If you don’t concentrate on the food you’re eating. - I was supposed to eat my pasta while watching Sweeney Todd, but It was too captivating and engaging that I barely had five bites.
There are probably many more ways, but I think if these four apply then the movie’s a winner. Actually a movie can be a winner if only the first one applies. But Sweeney Todd had all four. I don’t usually use a criteria to judge a movie, I just made this up then.
Anyway, once I finished watching the movie I went out into the kitchen, only to find that my dad had baked pie. “Ah, your movie’s over! Would you like some apple pie for dessert?” he asked me. My dad very rarely makes dessert (like maybe twice a year) and I don’t think he’s ever made pie, so it was a really strange coincidence that the one night I watch a movie about putting humans into pies he bakes us one.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Chess
For some reason I really like playing chess. You always feel like you’ve accomplished something great every time you check mate someone. When playing against my sister (who at the moment is the only person I play against) you get to feel the satisfaction of winning within ten minutes, often five. We played (with no exaggeration) about fifty rounds last weekend, until she decided that losing sucks. We haven’t played since.
We have a fantastic chess board, it’s made of glass, but we’ve mysteriously lost all the pieces (presumably when we moved houses two years ago.) So, due to a sudden enthusiasm to play chess again last weekend, we went on a hunt around the house to find the aforementioned pieces. After searching in the attic, the garage and even the kitchen cupboards we all agreed that they were indeed lost pieces. So I made some pieces out of paper.
The problem of playing chess with paper pieces is that whenever you sneeze, cough, laugh or even breathe a little bit too heavily the entire game erupts into the air and floats back down into incorrect positions. I highly recommend NEVER playing chess with paper.
After watching me and my sister play a few rounds my dad eagerly offered me a game, which I accepted with equal excitement. I hadn’t played anyone except my sister since I was eleven (I actually hadn’t played chess since primary school until last weekend) so I was ready for a little variety in opponents.
It was a lot harder (and more time consuming) playing against him, he wasn’t nearly as predictable. When I check mated him he looked at me with complete surprise and then once the shock had worn off he said “That wasn’t fair. I couldn’t concentrate properly with these pieces. We’ll have a rematch once we’ve found the real ones.” Sure dad, sure you lost because of the pieces, whatever you say.
We have a fantastic chess board, it’s made of glass, but we’ve mysteriously lost all the pieces (presumably when we moved houses two years ago.) So, due to a sudden enthusiasm to play chess again last weekend, we went on a hunt around the house to find the aforementioned pieces. After searching in the attic, the garage and even the kitchen cupboards we all agreed that they were indeed lost pieces. So I made some pieces out of paper.
The problem of playing chess with paper pieces is that whenever you sneeze, cough, laugh or even breathe a little bit too heavily the entire game erupts into the air and floats back down into incorrect positions. I highly recommend NEVER playing chess with paper.
After watching me and my sister play a few rounds my dad eagerly offered me a game, which I accepted with equal excitement. I hadn’t played anyone except my sister since I was eleven (I actually hadn’t played chess since primary school until last weekend) so I was ready for a little variety in opponents.
It was a lot harder (and more time consuming) playing against him, he wasn’t nearly as predictable. When I check mated him he looked at me with complete surprise and then once the shock had worn off he said “That wasn’t fair. I couldn’t concentrate properly with these pieces. We’ll have a rematch once we’ve found the real ones.” Sure dad, sure you lost because of the pieces, whatever you say.
Friday, September 5, 2008
My First Blog
Why on earth did I just spend the entire afternoon making myself a blog?
Today I left school at play time- I mean recess- and had to catch the train all the way home. Which is rather annoying because it takes about half an hour longer than it would if I caught the bus. Oh well. The point is, I got home at 12.30 and had nothing at all to do, so I decided to make a blog. It's now 4pm and I'm still in the process of making a blog. Do you have any idea how incredibly slow this computer is? I almost threw it out the window when it took 2 minutes just to close down a word document.
Anyway... I'm meant to be in a good mood today, because it's Friday. Friday is my break day. I don't allow myself to do anything school related... instead I allow myself to spend 3 and a half hours getting irritated at my computer.
You might possibly be wondering what the story behind my username is. Or you probably don't care, but I'll tell you anyway. Obviously it's from Harry Potter, but why did I chose it? Well, firstly Luna is my kittens name, and I love my kitten. And secondly Mooney is Remus Lupins (Remo's) nickname, and I love Remo. Page 531 of my copy of the Deathly Hallows has been mutated by my dried up tears (that's the page where Lupin dies, and you don't have to tell me how weird it is that I know the page number off by heart, I already know I'm strange) Oh and I'm very, very sorry if you didn't know Lupin dies, incredibly sorry.
Guess what? Due to an overwhelming number of people telling me how great Sweeney Todd is, I've decided to watch it this Saturday! I've only been putting it off because I had a nightmare about it, I know that's odd but I get scared easily.
Alright I'll finish now... I hope someone actually reads this, other wise it was really big waste of 3 and half hours.
Bye.
Today I left school at play time- I mean recess- and had to catch the train all the way home. Which is rather annoying because it takes about half an hour longer than it would if I caught the bus. Oh well. The point is, I got home at 12.30 and had nothing at all to do, so I decided to make a blog. It's now 4pm and I'm still in the process of making a blog. Do you have any idea how incredibly slow this computer is? I almost threw it out the window when it took 2 minutes just to close down a word document.
Anyway... I'm meant to be in a good mood today, because it's Friday. Friday is my break day. I don't allow myself to do anything school related... instead I allow myself to spend 3 and a half hours getting irritated at my computer.
You might possibly be wondering what the story behind my username is. Or you probably don't care, but I'll tell you anyway. Obviously it's from Harry Potter, but why did I chose it? Well, firstly Luna is my kittens name, and I love my kitten. And secondly Mooney is Remus Lupins (Remo's) nickname, and I love Remo. Page 531 of my copy of the Deathly Hallows has been mutated by my dried up tears (that's the page where Lupin dies, and you don't have to tell me how weird it is that I know the page number off by heart, I already know I'm strange) Oh and I'm very, very sorry if you didn't know Lupin dies, incredibly sorry.
Guess what? Due to an overwhelming number of people telling me how great Sweeney Todd is, I've decided to watch it this Saturday! I've only been putting it off because I had a nightmare about it, I know that's odd but I get scared easily.
Alright I'll finish now... I hope someone actually reads this, other wise it was really big waste of 3 and half hours.
Bye.
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