Tim Burton’s Mothers day tears and fire alarms

What I don’t get, is why Alice went home.

In Tim Burton’s version, she doesn’t have a wonderful relationship with her mother, her father is dead, her sister is off and married, she doesn’t like her friends and she doesn’t want to marry Haymitch. She just doesn’t want to be there. Of course, she had duties and what not but to be honest, ‘Underland’, full of such unimaginable creativity, ruled by the white Queen just seemed like a much better option to somebody in her position to be honest.

Then again, it was all a dream, so it’s very well she chose to go home because she’d have just woken up in that rabbit hole disappointed anyway.

I think I’ll read the book again in summer. There’s too much revision that has to come first so I  cant read it now. POOP.

Haven’t continued with my happiness posts in a while. I’ve been pretty busy and if I do find time i’m too tired to find things i’m happy about.

Today is mother’s day. 

Amy, William and I decided we’d surprise mum by getting up really early and making breakfast for us all. HOWEVER, as we were all creeping around the kitchen, I was cooking bacon, William was setting the table and Amy was writing out the card and wrapping Mum’s presents, I accidentally burnt the bacon and the fire alarm, which rings through the entire pub and house started to SCREAM. We ran around frantically opening every single door and window in the building like turning it off quicker was actually going to prevent mum from waking up and spoiling the surprise. She shortly came running down in her dressing gown, followed promptly by my dad in his boxers ( a sight I NEVER wish to see ever again ) and took the bacon, which was still slowly cremating away on the hob ( I left it cooking in all the commotion) and threw it in the sink. ‘WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON’ is all my half asleep father could say about three times before finally disconnecting the three or four fire alarms throughout the pub as Amy tried to hide mum’s presents from her and William hid from my dad’s rage.

I instantly burst into tears and cried ‘ I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE BREAAAAKFAAAAAAST’ and mum just started to laugh…. alot. and Dad’s expression softened as he hugged me. I was the laughing stock of the family.

Anyway, Mum scraped away the remains of the bacon and helped me start again before going upstairs to ‘pretend it never happened’, Dad went and bought us some more eggs ( the first ones were ruined ) Amy made a pot of tea and Williiam finished setting the table. 

The breakfast was lovely, the letter and presents us children got Mum made her AND DAD cry like babies ( or me half an hour before. ) and we got called ‘the best children ever.’ 

If brownie points were money i’d be living in a disney castle with a pink porsche by now.

Im very, very sleepy.

Love from me. x

 

Its been ages..

Its been ages since I wrote properly last, I suppose i’ve been busy with exams and plans and all that, that I haven’t had any motivation to write. 

When I’m bored my mind goes off and creates all sorts of stories and things that I can’t wait to write down, but seeing as i’ve been busy my mind is busy with exams and work and school that  it hasn’t had chance to wonder off. 

But now im getting huge urges to read a really good book or write more on the one im writing at the moment, but I cant afford to get distracted with all the things I have going on so will have to blog instead, which is always fun. 

Its also hard for me to go back to the book im writing. My Nanna was always the first one to read anything I wrote.She was the first one to read ‘Away with the fairies’ and was the first one to have a copy before it was published. So I named the character in this story ‘Veronica’ to surprise her when she read this one. Yet she didn’t live to let me finish it. 😦 now I don’t like writing about a woman named Veronica when MY veronica isnt here anymore. But at the same time, I dont want to have to go back through it and change the name of the character all the way through my writing. I’ll do something when I get to it I suppose.

I’ll definitely write sometime soon though, when exams are over and my charity event has been and gone, i’ll be more than ready to fly away somewhere new.

My instagram is @kaylaagarnett if you’d like to give me a follo. wink wink nudge nudge. You can find my twitter details on my blog’s homepage. But if not, its @michaelagarnett 

Love from me x

ADVENTURE.

adventuresIt just hit me, literally as I was logging in, it hit me.
Why I wrote the book!
Whenever I was asked, it was hard to answer WHY I wrote Away with the fairies and just like that, I knew why.
EXCITEMENT!
I crave excitement in my life, and because I have little, I wrote excitement into someone elses.
No matter how stupid and pathetic it is, I am Poppy Garner. I’ve run away to Dreamland and married a prince and I’m in my own little fantasy. That’s why I wrote it. Escape from the boredom and endless routine of life.
Wake up, go to school, come home, wish I was thinner or more clever or had less spots or the energy to clean my room, do my homework and go to bed.
Parties, work, school and home aren’t exciting enough for me. They are short bursts of excitement that just aren’t enough! I want an ADVENTURE! I want to travel to new places and discover new people. I want a fairytale!
I know I sound deluded and stupid, but I’m so passionate about this! I want to be like someone out of the movies, or the books that I read.
I’m not saying I’m unhappy with my life, because I’m not, I’ve got a family, a boyfriend, amazing friends, but I don’t wake up in the morning wondering what today will bring, because I already know, boredom, forcing myself to stay awake through endless lessons and then going home and preparing to do it all again.
I’m officially counting down the days until I am old enough to travel, with anyone that wants to come along. To explore, to discover!
I know when I’m getting bored, because I have an overwhelming urge to read, or to write. Its because I want to escape into another world.
I cant remember the last time I felt my stomach churn in excitement or legs shake with nerves and heart flutter.
I want so much more than Goostrey, than England, than this!