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Promises, promises

Okay, so I promised I’d keep this baby updated once a day? I lied. I was studying – even Robin Hood has to study if she wants to keep her day job. You’d think I’d know the difference between polar and non-polar by now but I majored in history not chemistry. So, here we go, little update in the form of two things: a proposition for you all, and a movie review. I’ll start with the review ’cause it’s easier to say, if a little out of character for me to have gone to see a film like this in the first place.

There’s this film out now with Zac Efron (who, ussually, I would precede with the words ‘Oh God why’) and Matthew Perry (whose name I add ‘yummy’ to, even if I am a woman in my twenties or maybe in spite of…) called 17 Again. It’s sort of a one-way Freaky Friday, but that it’s a guy who falls over a bridge – bear with me on this – into a whirpool and gets home to find he’s reverted to his seventeen year old self, the point in his life where he felt he frankly screwed everything up. You know, dropping the chance of a basketball scholarship ’cause he got his girlfriend pregnant – well, seventeen years on he wished he hadn’t, and it actually turned out to be better than it sounded! Piqueing my interest, of course, when his best friend, thinking the kid is an intruder, attacks him with an orc’s ax, a sword, and then a red light saber. Topped up with two cups of coffee I was killing myself laughing by the end of the film, which I just got back from. My rating – 89%. Would’ve been in the 90s% range if there’d been more geeky stuff. Those parts reminded me of my own past, eh Little John? Light saber fights sound familiar? And it also reminded me of a part of turning seventeen I would want to relive. Unfortunately there is a man out there who I know knows he can steal my heart and break it into a hundred pieces, even my rock of a heart. Of course, my prom date blackmailed me into said prom and sweet-talked me into a dress (which I wore jeans and Doc Martin’s underneath, granted) but what we had back then, well, part of me wouldn’t mind it back, but Robin Hood…. maybe gets in the way. The Merry Men for one wouldn’t be chuffed.

Now, before we get onto the seriousness, you might have noticed that I had two very large cups of coffee, which I gave up for Lent and ever since have been drinking in the daily bucketloads, often in absence of food. One cup, caramel thing with extra caffeine, came from The Coffee Bean, and the White Chocolate Mocha I’m finishing off now came from Starbucks. I’m no coffee, conneiseur, so I’d love to hear what you think was best, hence the following poll. Plus… I’d love some more comments. ^^; Shameless plug much?

Now…. Robin Hood again, eh? I had a proposition I wanted to put to the world, which is mostly why I want comments today. Actually, it’s maybe good that I didn’t post it yesterday, ’cause I didn’t have it finalised until… ooh, five minutes ago. I have sort of got exams in May, but after that I’m a Freebird – please, no Lynard Skynard people, it’s already going ’round my head. What I’m going to do my best to organise here is a world-collaboration for making poverty history. It’s something I’m going to do regardless of whether it sparks interest on this blog, but if I get enough interest here I’ll post up details and a date and see how much we can raise. The idea is you dress up as Robin Hood, and don’t steal, but go out like that, with a collecting bucket, rustle up as much small change as you can – maybe do a small show in your local park, or if you’re in school, get your class to perform in the yard after class or something. Even if it’s just a matter of walking through the streets loudly talking “like ye merry men of olde in ye merry forest of Sherwood”. That’s what I’m rustling people up for. Bit of Men in Tights-ing. And there’s a handy way that you can send all of this to Make Poverty History, and they have lots of resources you can use to advertise too. So… Post if you’re interested, eh heh. Wow, me, shy? Shock!

- from Robin Hood with crossed fingers and an over-active imagination x




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