You know that we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl

Over the last few days of school, I found myself becoming inundated with praise from various teachers. Well, Smith, Greaves and Haslam. That made me feel good. But slightly awkward too.

According to my calendar, today is International Women's Day, which is always something to feel good about, I'm sure. I spent most of it watching series 2 of Life on Mars, though. I didn't get up until about half past twelve, I think (damnit! I better be up early tomorrow), but at least it has felt like a Sunday today (which means I have an extra day of weekend that my mind is expecting). I think the main reason for that is because mum is here (often she works Saturdays, so I'm not used to seeing her), although Dad's still in Sicily, so I'm not sure what that's all about.

Now I am on MSN, chatting away with Richard. We were initially talking about the programme, but then he suddenly brought up the fact that Erik lost his virginity in January, and obviously that's much more interesting, so we started chatting about that. Then the topic shifted to contraception, and now we're having a lengthy discussion about periods, about which Richard is learning a lot, it seems.

Last night, Mum, Alec and I went to Saffron Screen to see I is a Legend, starring Will Smith (and Alice Braga!). Before the film started, Alec and I were talking about LOST and BONES, and I was saying that Hodgins from BONES is a cool character, but the whole beard thing annoys me, because of my hatred of facial hair. Upon hearing this, my mum instantly asked "what about him?" and pointed down at Joe, who was working at the refreshment stand, and who happened to have a bit of stubble (she knows I know him from school; it wasn't just random). I was just like "oh, I don't mind, because he usually shaves it soon after", as dismissively as I could. What am I supposed to say to my mum and brother? "Actually, I have no problem with him having a day's worth of stubble, because he's horribly attractive, and - actually - one of the few men I don't mind having facial hair"? Hmm, no, I don't think so.
Watching the film with mum was a pain in the arse. Alec had already seen it with his mates when it came out a few months ago, so he knew what would happen and when, but mum lets herself gets too involved in these things, and she was constantly jumping at everything and exhaling loudly and sighing and gasping and bloody sucking through her teeth at the slightest movement. I'll admit, I was bloody scared in that cinema too (and I always feel so exposed sitting on those seats), but I used my head and figured out which scenes were meant to be jumpy and thus stared intently at one of the bottom rows of seats until the jumpy business was over. As a result, I only jumped about three times during the film, and one of those times, it was a result of mum's jumping scaring the life out of me more than whatever was happening on screen. Then she got all upset when Sam, the gorgeous alsation doggy, died. Even though it was so horrifically inevitable (presumably she hadn't been expecting it, though I don't know what that says about her).
We came out of the cinema, and she complained that she'd felt 'on edge' the entire time. Alec simply took the piss, and at first I criticised her for not having the sense to expect the worst, but then we got home, and I was kind enough to talk about the film nicely. So there, I do have some humanity in me.

I can't think of much else to mention right now. However, I shall leave you all with a cheerful reminder of how Charlotte's mouth moves faster than her brain:

Pooh got stuck in Rabbit's hole.

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