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

 

Wonderbox

Golly, I wish I had something inspirational or wonderful to write..

Today is the first of march. My dad’s birthday. Although it isn’t really, he was born on the 29th February and since that only happens once every four years, he chose today as his birthday this year.  I bought him three mini bottles of special blend whiskey, which cost around £10 each, which I don’t think is bad considering the normal sized bottles are as much as £150. Last night was a brilliant way to end 2014 February. woah, have you ever realised, we’ll NEVER have another February in 2014. Dad will never have another 57th birthday.. it’s so strange when you put it into perspective!

Anyway, random thought put out there, back to my actual story.. I went to see Russell Howard on his comedy tour with my friends. Seeing him live was great, so so so so funny. I’ve never seen a comedian live before then so it was a great first experience.

My friend from college, Georgina, was there too and even though I’d seen her not 4 hours earlier at college, it was so exciting when we text each other where we were sat and waved, because well… we were both there and in a room full of thousands of people, I suppose it was just more exciting haha.

There isn’t really a great deal more to say..other than the fact that it’s like I’m concious that exams are around 2 months away and I keep reminding myself that, yet revision is slow. It doesn’t help that we get so much homework it’s hard to find time to revise and keep up some kind of life, so I like to think homework = revision and I’m not being utterly Lazy.

BUT, another reason February ended great was because I got sociology student of the month. That made me smile.

I hope the end of your February and the start of your March was lovely.

Love from me. x

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Coffee and Green Tea

I know, I know. celebrations throughout the land will take place today because, I, Michaela Garnett have finally posted some other pointless paragraph on wordpress after weeks of denial.

I’d like to think so, anyway.

I’m not sure why I haven’t written in so long but I’ll spare you the explanation as you probably do not care for one. This week beginning 17th February is the Half term holidays and I have had numerous lovely things planned during it that I thought i’d note down for memory’s sake.

I spent the beginning of it with Harvey,  we broke up ( from college I mean, not each other ) so I spent Friday with him and although we were meant to have a valentines meal, the chicken I cooked was raw in the middle and then when I put it back in the oven it went all dry so in the end I gave up and had a cheese sandwich. It was lovely. Then Harvey went down to the sea side to visit his Grandma and although I was invited, I stayed at home so that people could be seen and homework could be done!

I decided at the start of the holidays I was bored of my bedroom, so the little project I have started is drawing the disney castle, characters and quotes onto one of the walls. It’s taking ages and i’m not the best artist in the world, at one point  the castle just looked like a lot of wobbly penises but it’s starting to look acceptable. Harvey bought me 8meters of warm white fairy lights so I can put those up too so they look like stars.

I cannot believe I am 16 years old. More like 6!

Of course, some time was spent doing homework. Although i’m a published author, the subject I struggle most with is English literature, in particular, creative writing. All we have to do is write the opening chapter to a book and i’m finding it so hard,. my first grade was just a C, so if that doesn’t tell you  that ‘away with the fairies’ is 113 pages worth of absolute POOP I don’t know what will. I’ve also been going to the gym every day but today.

Yesterday, My neighbour and good friend Alex ( we call him Flanders, or Ned.) needed new clothes so some of us, his friends embarked on an adventure to Manchester. Dan, Lucy, conor and I all helped him pick out clothes, we even did the thing where you hold up two  shirts and are like ‘blue? or green?’  he chose green. I voted for us to do what they do in the movies where they all try on lots of outfits and we’re like, ‘nah, nope. NOOO..YES, IT’S PERFECT!’ but it didn’t happen. Dan also wanted some help, but finding a blazer to fit his arm length was hard, so he stuck with the safe option of buying multiple plain white t-shirts. Lucy said ‘i’m not buying any clothes until I have a car,’ yet she walked out with three bags. I bought a top, some shoes that were on sale for £3 and some mens bracelet. Conor, however, got his lip pierced. His parents aren’t too happy, but I wont go into that. Then we all had lunch and a bit later went to a cafe for coffee (  or in my case green tea) …actually, Dan was the only one to have Coffee.. so never mind.Anyway, It was a really nice day and it made me happy.

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Today the girls ( Lucy, Gee, Sophie and Becca ) are coming round and we’re going to eat noodles, watch films and drink tea all night and all day. I’m looking forward to it very much.

Love from me.x

My sister

I don’t get along with my sister at all. Sometimes she makes my stomach turn. We are very, very different people. In every way possible. She’s absolutely tiny in terms of weight. I’ve seen bigger legs hang out of nests. However she is a toned skinny. All her features are defined perfectly, her neck, hips, arms, almost toned, which Is surprising because she never exercises. Me, however. Im not thin, I’ve got a bit more weight than I’d like to possess… a lot more weight, actually. I’m conscious of wearing clothes that are not at least 2 sizes too big so that they look baggy, whilst Amy is happiest wearing a crop top and looks beautiful in a bikini on holiday. She wears glasses and has a very slight lazy eye that doesn’t really make an appearance until she’d had her glasses off for a while. Her hearing is quite bad, there’s talk of a hearing aid soon. She’s also had cosmetic surgery to reconstruct bones inside her head and to pin an ear back as it was effecting her hearing so much. Luckily, my senses are all intact. When I was at school, getting told off for something was NOT cool and I would beat myself up about it so much, whereas it seems Amy tries for this and then laughs when she’s punished. She got more detentions in a week than I did my entire high-school life. She HATES reading, I’ve written a book. She likes purple, I like pink. I like rock, pop punk, metal, screamo. She likes Justin Bieber, Taylor swift, one direction. My friends are mostly boys, hers are all girls. She cannot stand school and learning and education. I enjoy it. I do homework the night I get it, she does homework the morning it’s due… are you getting my point? NOTHING connects us as people apart from our last name. we’re just complete opposite beings. Despite this though, she’s still my sister. I know for a fact that when she gets hurt by anything or anyone, I cry a hell of a lot more than she does. I know if she is in trouble, I’ll do anything I can to help her. I’m so very glad she’s not a stuck up little girl who thinks she’s all that and more like half the girls in her year because I’d probably dislike her even more than I like to think I do. I don’t, though, I just really struggle to understand her way of thinking because it’s so different to my own. I love her though, I really do. Image

Family meetup, Charades and Loud Music..

Today was that family thing we do every year at Grandma’s. It was really fun, nice to see the cousins and all that, we had a good laugh playing Chrades.. Martin was acting out the word ‘obscure’ for absolutely ages until I managed to put ‘BobManure’ into a word with some significance. I think there was no one happier than Martin when I finally got it.

There was SO MUCH food. It just didn’t stop coming. I don’t think I can eat for a week now. 

Tomorrow, Harvey is taking me to London to see ‘Billy Elliot – The musical.’ Im so so so so excited! Ive only been to London once when I was younger, so to just go there is amazing, but then to see one of my favourite films in theatre is just an added bonus!

I cannot sleep. There’s a party downstairs and the music is so loud, I honesty don’t think it would make a difference if I was sat in bed in the middle of the dancefloor, it’s that loud.

 I really should sleep soon.. or try.

Fear and Jealousy.

Alright, so this post isn’t going to be as dramatic as the title suggests, sorry.

I bet so many people saw this and were like ‘Ooooh, whats she scared and jealous of?’

nothing special. Im jealous because my parents, brother, sister, uncle and cousin are all of to turkey for a week and i’m not. 

The fear comes in when I tell you that I’m going to Cumbria for 3 nights as part of an enrichment.. and from the brochure it looks as if i’ll be canoeing. I cant canoe. Im very scared.

There ya have it folks, my title explained. Onto the rest of the post.

This weekend has been a big fundraiser for my friend Charlie whom I have mentioned in previous posts to have cancer and is in need of a 9 week trip to america for proton therapy.

On friday, I had a party which all of the ticket money went to Charlie. It was good I guess, apart from the woman who owned the hall took everyone’s drinks from them because they we’rent bought from the bar:(

but we made two hundred and fifty pounds. That’s pretty cool.

Then today, this afternoon, We held a tabletop sale, where looooadsa people came, paid ten pounds to have a table and then sold their things, jewellry, cakes, clothes, bags and whatnot. It was very fun. another two hundred and seventy seven pounds raised. Putting the RLG ( The red Lion Goostrey, my parents’ pub.)  and its customers up to around two thousand pounds at a guess.

Not bad!

i’ve made a video about all the fundraising we have done.. alot like the one I made for the red lion project,another charity project I organised! ( the link for the red lion project video  is here : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrT3FHCSAvY ) and from here, you should find the video for Charlie’s cause. It hasn’t yet finished uploading so I cant put the link yet.

Im going to start writing more posts as soon as I have time. 

I know you’re all missing me lots.

That was a complete joke I dont even know if people read this stuff.

If you do, tell me you like a furry raccoon in your anus to let me know, I’ll say thankyou;)

Love from me. x

Top 5 books.

Getting really into this whole book thing at the moment, probably because i’m still reeling from a fault in our stars. 

Also, I finished that. It was fabulous and Lovely and I cried and just wow. Thats when I decided I’d make a top 5 List (The top 10 would be boring I doubt you care that much.) and oh my golly it was difficult. Not only choosing the top 5 books, because I had a strong top three but then putting them in order, too. DIFF-I-CULT.

Anyway, If you only read 5 books in your lifetime (or even one.) make it these. (or one of these.) 

i’ll try and let you know why:

 

5. (ooh, A countdown. How exciting.) 

‘Midnight’ By Jacqueline Wilson.

Im not sure WHY I loved this book so much – maybe the story line, Its involvement with fairies ( I expecially liked that part.) or just the fact that Jacqueline Wilson is just an outstanding writer, even as a teenager I enjoy her books. I remember I read and reread this so many times when I was about eleven. Over and over again. Then i’d leave it for a week or so and start again. Im pretty sure my nanna paid quite a bit to the Library when i’d kept it so long. Then I found a cheap one in the charity shop and bought that to read again. I kinda want to reread it now..

I knew Mum longed for a proper girly daughter to confide in. But I never knew what to say to Mum. We didn’t have a thing in common. It was almost as if I was the one who was adopted.

4. Angus, thongs and full frontal snogging by Louise Rennison

Actually, The whole series of books in this ( I think there’s ten) are amazing. I started reading these when I was maybe ten..maybe a bit older. I found it so naughty and utterly hilarious that she labelled a boy as a ‘sex god’ and even though I’ve read each one a thousand times they’re still so laugh out loud funny. 

“Through my curtains I can see a big yellow moon. I’m thinking of all the people in the world who will be looking at that same moon.

I wonder how many of them haven’t got any eyebrows?” 

3. ( We get a little more serious here.) ‘Watch over me.’ By Daniela Sacerdoti

You know yesterday I mentioned books that have an impact on you for a couple of days after reading them? This was without a doubt one of those. This book was a top read one on the Amazon store of my kindle and I remember reading the blurb that really just drew me in. Then the book was just.. SO good. Literally, I just wanted to keep on reading. Realistic and yet pretty romantic. One of those stories that you never want to end, you just want to follow the character’s life forever. Also, there was a paragraph in it that I don’t think was intended to make the reader cry but man, did I howl. It was about her Nanna being special to her and having the love a mother didn’t and I could just relate so much. (only to that part. I havent moved to scotland due to a failed marriage and difficulty to conceive…yet. You never know.) BONUS: I tweeted Daniela Sacerdoti once I’d finished the book and she FOLLOWED ME BACK ON TWITTER. My mindless tweets probably annoy the hell out of her but I’m so happy about the fact she follows me. 🙂

When you are a child, no pain is so harsh that the ones you love, the ones who care about you, can’t ease it.Even the worst days look up when someone tucks you in, brings you a cup of warm milk and a biscuit and sits at the edge of your bed to read you a story. You look at their well known faces, breathe in their familiar scent, listen to the voice you’ve heard since you can remember, and somthing inside you just unknots. For some of us, the person to do this was their mum. For me, it was my gran. 

2. A fault in our stars by John Green.

Wow, this book was good. It had me crying from laughter in the college library and earned me some very concerning looks. I was laughing one minute and a couple of pages later Green had me crying again. The fact that two cancer patients could fall in love, be so ill and yet still be as funny as they were made me very happy. Another book that has made big impact. I love it and would definitely recommend to anyone..anywhere. Please just read this book. please. oh, and the second the film is out I will be in that cinema before you can say ‘An Imperial Affliction.’ (Inside book thing. 😉 ) 

“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.

“Augustus,” I said.

“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

 

1. Okay, here comes the big guns..

Naughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman.

Why this book has not been made into a film yet, I do not know.

Its so… Original. but its not original, if that makes any kind of distorted sense.

Romeo and Juliet meets segregation meets terrorism meets… I dont know what else.. Perfection?

Where Whites are almost powerless and Blacks are supreme, OF COURSE two of them will fall in love. AND ITS JUST SO PERFECT AND SO SAD I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW AMAZING I FIND THIS BOOK.

I don’t want to give anything away in case people are thinking of reading it (good choice.) 

its amazing. Another one I’ve reread a thousand times and seemingly it never looses its magic which is what I find when you re-read books. I cried an awful lot and the Books following it are just as great.

theres alot of chapters. Like Im pretty sure it goes into the hundreds and I read It in a day. I hid it behind my books in classes, didnt talk at breaks and didnt move when I got home until it was finished. I literally cannot comprehend how amazing this book is.

“I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him just as desperately as he was kissing me. Like if we could just love long enough and hard enough and deep enough, then the world outside would never, could never hurt us.” 

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