Diary entries, from 2013 to the present
I completely forgot that Sunday (the 5th) was my second Bulbaversary. I was too busy eating my Easter eggs to notice. But go me!
I can still remember joining this site as a naive little 14-year-old. But I learned and made new friends along the way, and I'll never regret that.
As you may notice, I've had a complete makeover. I am no longer a mafia boss, I am now a psycho-bitch who framed her husband for murder. Hey, new year, new look, right? :3
So, I watched Gone Girl last night, while my sister pissed her kidneys out laughing to We're The Millers. Kind of ruined the dark mood, but what can you do?
I read the book a few months ago and it was one of the few books I have been able to finish and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I'd go as far to say it's my favourite book. I wanted to watch the film for ages, and I finally rented it out last night.
What's the story? In a nutshell, a man finds his wife has disappeared
Guys, I hear American Sniper has been getting some stick for being anti-Muslim and it apparently glorifies war?
I went to see it about a month ago, and I didn't share any of these opinions. It didn't think it attacked the entire Muslim race and I certainly didn't think it glorified war. I just thought it was a powerful drama about how war changes a person. What do you think?
The stuff I did at Grade 8 is like Chopsticks compared to the stuff I have to do now.
So here's my repertoire:
Piece 1: Piano Sonata No. 8 "Pathétique" by Ludwig van Beethoven
Piece 2: Pavane pour une infante défunte by Maurice Ravel
Piece 3: Visions fugitives nos. 2, 11, and 14 by Sergei Prokofiev
Piece 4 (not yet approved): Prélude in C# Minor by Sergei Rachmaninoff
They are fucking insane, apart from Visions, which is easy
With St. Patrick's Day looming on us, I'd like to take a moment to talk about an important issue that I really dislike.
Every year, people take to the streets and celebrate all things Irish, which I have no problem with, providing they do it right. It's the stereotype of the drunken Irishman that I hate. Every year, fucking idiots think it's funny to go out and buy T-shirts like this: