You don't have to wear that dress tonight

Moulin Rouge. I saw it last night, and I have got to say, it's the funniest musical I have ever seen.

It's worth seeing for the costumes, camera effects and scenery alone. The story line isn't spectacular, and neither is the acting, but the singing and dancing numbers make up for it.

I found it amazing how they managed to include Nirvana, Madonna, and even Sting into a movie set in 1900 and make it seem like it's supposed to be there. The music is all pumped and popped up, but you can overlook that when watching the movie, and it even has a token black man.

Even Kylie Minouge got a cameo appearance!!

The movie is set around Cameron, a playwright, in Paris in 1899 and his experience of love at the Moulin Rouge, a popular night club. It covers the themes of jealousy, love, truth, honor and death, everything you want in a film. It's the kinda film that makes you sing along and laugh quite constantly, even some of the lines come from popular songs of the last 20 years.

Do see it, I give it 3/5 little gopher dudes.

Oh, this can't be good...

It's just turned 6am and I'm online, I'm suffering from a huge case of insomnia, and have the headache from 'Nam. Infront of me I have a bottle of water, bought from the evil StarMart down the road, and I'm trying to be quiet so as not to wake my flatmate's girlfriend who is sleeping in the room next to the computer.

I honestly, feel like shit.

So, I have decided to do a review post....

Movies
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Now I know I've told some people I wouldn't see this movie, and it has to be said I'm not a huge fan of the Rialto (or George Cloony), but this movie had some very good places. The end, in particular, I liked. This isn't a 'I liked the end because it had come' type scenario, it was more for the fact that it is rare these days that you get a definate, good ending. Although it bored me to death at times, this movie gets 3/5 little gopher dudes.



Save The Last Dance
Three Words: Teenage, soppy, shit. (guess which review I wrote last?) 1/5 little gopher dude.




The Dish
This is from the creators of 'The Castle'. It has to be said that I really wasn't fussed on that movie, but this one is carried out so well, and it's actually based on fact. The only thing that I didn't actually like about this movie was the Australian accents. For anyone who has seen the trailor and thought it looked shit, I suggest you actually see it. I give it 4/5 little gopher dudes.



The Mexican
Two of the hottest actors in Hollywood right now, Julia Roberts and Brad Pitt... this movie is worth seeing for it's sex appeal alone I totally enjoyed it. The plot twists so many times, a couple too many say some people, but it leaves you on your toes. My flatmate has compared this movie to 'Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels' and I'd be inclined to agree with him. The movie also involves black and white silent film parts explaining the history of 'The Mexican', a gun that Jerry (Pitt) has been sent to find and bring back to his Mob boss. 4/5 little gopher dudes.



Books
Bent Not Broken, Lauren Roche
Life On The Line, Lauren Roche
Most people have heard about these two books; interviews with the author and snippets from the book can be found everywhere from Talkback Radio, to Womans Day to Holmes. These Books are the life story about the author, the majority of which are set in Wellington. The first book details her struggle from being an abused child, a stripper, sex worker, stowaway and finally a doctor. The second her son's peadiophillia, drug addiction, coming out and bankruptcy. These books read very well and have you glued to them, they're amazing, and utterly breathtaking when you remember that they're entirely true. Definately worth a read, I give them both 5/5 little gopher guys.

Leave Mum Behind Watching Days Of Our Lives

Just a little quote a friend of mine recieved via the miracle of txt messaging while I was on the phone to her that I thought I'd share...

'...And God said "let there be pickles!" And there were. For seven days and seven nights pickles rained upon the earth... but pickle rain prooved impractical'

Well I thought it was funny.....

Oh, and for the record, the mouse count is up to 11.

Three Blind Mice

Our flat is infested with mice.

We thought it was just one at first, silly us.

The day that finally drove me to go get the mice traps was the day a mouse, chewing on a VERY stale peice of pita bread, woke me up.

I don't know how many people have seen me in the morning, but it isn't pretty, especially if I get woken up by some twat on the drums. My flatmates have gone so far as to describe the quiet in the morning as 'better to let the dragon lie', but I digress.

The mice made a huge mistake waking me up. To get back at them, I cleaned my room, I cleaned the flat, finding a dead mouse on the way. I decided enough was enough. They had been using the space under the sink and under my wardrobe as a house too long! Vengance would be mine.

So after a trip to The $2 Shop, 4 mouse traps were set up around the flat. We soon realised the most effective bait was sultanas, which had been soaked in vanilla essence. With this knowledge, we have killed 6 in the traps thus far.

8 mice have been found dead in total. The first was a young one found under the door. The second, in a mouse trap in my room, then another in my room, then once was beaten to death by my flatmate (Boyacrossthehall) The next was found under the sink, and then another in the same place. Then finally, tonight was a double whammy; two mice found going for the same peice of bait in another flatmates room.

It's fun to kill mice, I'm checking the mouse traps often in hope we have some more... if this keeps up, we're gunna have to breed them to keep killing them!!

Now I'm beggining to wonder... Am I sick?

Did You Get Up At All?

I think I've lost faith.

I'm feeling spiritually empty. I feel like God is no longer with me, like He no longer rules my life, and other things, stuff like money, and time do instead.

I no longer have any passion for playing drums, for playing worship. It's as if all the joy I used to feel has been sucked out.

I know God is still there, He helps me out of the hard times, pulls me up when I fall, but I also feel like it's very half hearted on my behalf. I'm not playing worship until I can get the spiritual side of my life cleared up, and although I have explained this to a flat mate of mine, I haven't shared the whole situation with anyone until now.

When I was looking for jobs, I was sick of lying to my parents, sick of hoping my loan would keep coming thru so I could pay rent and get food. So I prayed, it was a last resort, and I know it shouldn't have been. My prayers were answered and I dove head first into work, forgetting who brings me these good things in the first place.

Being in the flat I'm in, with who I'm with, I was kind of hoping that the extra support would help, and at least I've found a church, but I don't go with any regularity, infact, I introduced myself, jokingly, to a guy I already knew, as "Kat, the 5th member of The Flat" (because, well, that's how everyone knows us) and he looked at me and said "seriously? Well, uh, hi!"

But instead of feeling supported, and helping the guys, I feel like I'm dragging them all down with me.

I guess this is sort of a confession, I'm sure somewhere in the Bible it says "confess your sins to others" so that's what, I guess, I'm doing.