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Thursday, 22 January 2009

High School Musical

I do know that HSM is a weird thing to write about, but at the moment I am escaping the sitting room which has been unpleasantly turned upside-down by HSM 2's rambling.
We watched No. 1 today, and after that, No. 2, and that is all because we're off to watch No. 3 at the theatres. How freaky is it that my little sister, after watching HSM 1, 2 and 3, is suddenly a minniture model of Sharpay (the blonde greazer)? She struts in her pink, making sure everythig is in her favourite colour, pretends to be the queen and acts like we're all her servants. But, she is still my sister, and I still love her. And our bedroom is the best place for her to go when she has been a naughty little monkey.
Ok, now she's singing that solo(ish) song Gabby(rella) sings. How cheesy. It's the worst one of all, no. 2.
By the way, Happy new year.

Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee

Thursday, 15 January 2009

Little Miss Sunshine

Little Miss Sunshine... the name doesn't exactly sum up the movie, but it still suits it really well. And, believe it or not, I love it.

Olive is a seven-year-old girl, who lives with her broken family - a father who is trying to sell a motivation programme (with no success), a Grandpa as rude and grungy as they can get (he 'snorts' drugs), a brother who won't speak until he is accepted into an Air Force (he is rather emo), a Uncle who has tried to commit suicide (he's piecing himself back together), and a Mother trying to hold her life together.

Olive entered into her State (it's american) Little Miss Sunshine Beauty Paegent, and came second, but then won by defult. They drive off to California for the finals.

Of Course, everything goes wrong. They are only just accepted, and then, the family finds that her routine (which was coreographed by Grandpa) is a huge shambles. But by the end of the fiasco, nearly everyone is happy.

To spoil it, I have to tell you - They become bankrupt, Grandpa dies, and the brother is found to be colour-blind (you have to have perfect vision to become a pilot).

That is my favourite bit. They have just come from smuggling the body of Grandpa back into the car, and are quietly dealing with their grief. Olive is testing her brother on his sight. She shows him a series of red and green dots - a green 'A' in a red background.
He doesn't see anything. The suicidal Uncle says "Can you see anything?"
The brother shakes his head.
Both Olive and her Uncle try to get him to see it, but with no success. Then, the brother writes on a notebook (he uses that instead of taking) "What?". Then, the Uncle says
"I think your colour-blind. You can't become a pilot if you are."
Blank looks, scared looks, angry and upset looks follow. They pull over (mainly to stop the Brother breaking the bus apart) and he stumbles out, onto the dry grass and screams "****!"
Ahh, nine months of silence. We wondered when it would break.

That made me cry. And Grandpa dying. Please, go to the DVD rentals and issue Little Miss Sunshine. It's amazing. You'll laugh, maybe cry, and feel so stunned at the end. WOW.

Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee

CAMPING!

Three days without a computer... two beaches and a great TV lounge... a purple tent, made for one person, three people crammed in... friends tagging along... awesome!
The camp at Port Waikato was far from luxury. Mum and Izzy were taken by Tui and her son, I was taken my Jane and her daughter. We all zoomed along (losing a hubcap and having to ask for directions on the way) the country-side roads, until we reached Port Waikato holiday camping place thingy.
Then, the days passed with fun, relaxation and a real holiday.
The TV lounge had SKY, can you believe it!?!?!

Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee

Monday, 12 January 2009

Camping

Weehee, who doesn't love to camp??? That picture that is now my picture - it's a picture of me, taken ten minutes ago, and at 1 we will be zooming off to somewhere else!
(Hi Uncle E!!!)
Other stuff:
Sorry I haven't written on here lately. When people don't respond, there really isn't any point to write here. But then, this can be a tiny bit like a diary.
Who remembers astro-wars??? Modern Kids won't, but my mum fished it out, and now we have a very old-fashioned play-station-ish game that only plays one game.
Duh-DAH-du-du-du-DAH!!!

Love to y'all,
neina-marie, a buzzin' bee