MoonBunny

Hi everyone, I haven't written here for a long time but that's because I have another blog that I am preoccupied with. I'm keeping this blog to look at and perhaps post in sometimes but in general, I will be over at wonkycat.blog.co.uk so I would love any of my friends on this blog to add me as a friend on that one. I was going to send invites myself but that creates a sense of obligation to accept, so I leave it up to you!
Hope all is well, fellow bloggers.

I'm going through a period of weird little coincidences - it's actually a little unsettling. Yesterday, I suddenly thought "I haven't seen the Wizard of Oz in a long time" and snuggled up to watch my favourite childhood movie. Today, I happened to randomly StumbleUpon an article mentioning it and the fact that it was released on my exact birth date, 56 years before my birth year. Then I looked up Stephen Fry - a hero of mine - while I was verifying the Wizard of Oz release date on IMDB, and his birth date is the day before mine.
A few weeks ago, I decided I wanted to watch my Moonlighting boxsets through from the beginning again for the first time in ages. Then while staring enviously at Maddie Haye's hair, I suddenly remembered the sitcom she starred in in the nineties, which I loved watching as a kid. "Now there's a show that hasn't been repeated in an awfully long time" I thought. "I'd love to see it again". One day later...I suddenly see an ad on Paramount advertising that they would be showing it every day at 4.30pm. Cybill Shepherd also hasn't been interviewed over this part of the world very often in the last decade - what do I see in the supplements of two papers I specifically buy every weekend? Two interviews with her, two days in a row.
Then the sibling and I were looking at a completely random website, and saw a photo of a guy pulling a funny face. "He looks like..." I started. "John Culshaw" we both said in unison before looking at eachother and backing away slightly.
The weirdest thing was not so much a coincidence, so much as a case of ESP or something. My friend and I were discussing something, and it reminded me of something, but only in a very abstract and slightly contrived way. It wasn't a connection you would have expected anyone else to make. Then my friend said "Remember when..." and paused while she thought about how to phrase her sentence. But she didn't have time to finish it because I immediately said "Yeah that was mad, wasn't it?" "Yes." she said. It took about a further 10 seconds for us to slowly raise our heads and frown at eachother. "I didnt even say it!" she exclaimed. "And yet, you're still positive that I know what you didn't say!" I replied.
Nervous giggles ensued.

Accidentally drawing famous people's faces appears to be a motif in my life. When I was about 10, I decided to try drawing a male face because I only drew female faces. I ended up with an absurdly accurate sketch of Jay Leno, completely unintentional but amusing. A few years later, I tried to draw a female profile - something at which I remain useless. I ended up with Naomi Campbell. Then years later in secondary school, our Art teacher instructed us to choose a portrait of someone from a newspaper or magazine and paint our own interpretation of it on canvas. I found a striking image in a weekend newspaper supplement, which appeared to be a painting of a photograph (which would make mine a painting of a painting of a photograph) of an exotic, thick-browed woman with dark red-stained lips and a superior expression. The strong outlines of the picture gave me confidence that I could pull of a reasonably convincing version of it's general form, and then interpret colours and shading myself.
I found the painting at the back of my wardrobe the other day (at least it's fifth home), and every time I see it I remember being engrossed in it for a whole week of Art lessons (approx 5 hours), even using texturing paste (a lot of effort for this lazy art student) and being very pleased with the lips but disgusted with the shading on the eyes and the perspective of the ring. But the memory that stands out most is when I brought it home to show the parents, and as soon as I unveiled it, there was a joint exclamation of "Oh very good - Maria Callas". Despite coming from a classical music loving house (with very specific opera tastes which I don't think include her particularly), I only knew her name - I had no clue what she looked like. For the last week, I had been having a staring competition with one of the most famous singers in the world. Can you beat my staring contest record?!

http://wuntvor.mirror.waffleimages.com/files/44/44cb4b91287cfcd8111d471867502a3cac861ab0.jpg

I disappeared for quite some time, partly due to parentals deliberating over a new internet provider (I steered clear of those conversations), and partly due to an intense workload from college. And then not bloggin became part of my routine. However, a certain blogger friend (hi Menhir!) very sweetly sent me a message to say hello and I realised I hadn't posted a single entry for about four months. Well, it's summer, I haven't a clue what I will be doing for the next three months, and I have no money. The only change in my life is that I am now one year away from graduating from college and then I am free. Free to panic over the even bigger lack of direction my life will have, but freedom of any kind is what I most appreciate!
Hope all my bloggy friends are well. I don't think I will be able to catch up on four months of blogs but I will certainly look forward to trying I imagine I have missed some rather interesting developments, but I hope I haven't missed any sad or worrying developments. There have certainly been enough of them in the world in the last little while haven't there? Well, off I toddle to clean the house - the parentals are back from their holidays tomorrow so it's back to routine. Not that I had any privacy while they were away - the sibling is totally in love with the fridge and the washing machine - no she does not have objectaphilia (on the subject of which, here is a very interesting article about it relating to a character in Boston Legal, and what the journalist says about the show is exactly what I love about it http://patients.about.com/b/2008/01/24/when-a-diagnosis-isnt-real.htm). Rather, she appears to think it is my main purpose in life to wash her clothes and put away her kitchen mess while she fecks off home to her flat where she lives with The Fiancee. I honestly don't know where the clothes are coming from, I don't even see her wear half of them. I think I washed a total of 15 items of my own excluding underwear in the last two weeks. How is it humanly possible to get through almost 4 or 5 times that in the same timeframe? Ok I just realised my fingers are typing of their own accord, which means I am ranting. So I will bid you goodnight bloggy people. Hope you are all very well.

Me and my friend have fond memories of our huge love of Heath Ledger when we were in school. This is truly shocking and sad especially as he had a little daughter.
This is how we will remember someone who reminds us of our more innocent years.

You do discover some crazy things when awake in the middle of the night in a slightly feverish, headachey state of mind.
I discovered a site which allows you to morph photos of faces, including pre-uploaded celebrity visages. It's great fun! Seeing as my idol is Audrey Hepburn and I personally believe her to be the archetype of beauty, I mixed her face with those who are considered most beautiful at the moment, and particularly those who I believe share some similarities in facial structure. It's amazing what you notice about facial structure when you look properly. Can you study this in college, I wonder?
Here are the results:

(Pay attention to the Calista Flockhart one - the nose doesn't change!! Check out the second link below that one - Kevin Aucoin made her up to look like Audrey Hepburn and her facial structure is really incredibly similar even if the resemblence does not strike you at first - although there is something slightly grotesque about the picture that I can't put my finger on.)

Audrey Hepburn and Natalie Portman
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/212281-Morph-of-Audrey-Hepburn-and-Natalie-Portman

Audrey Hepburn and Sienna Miller
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/2638681-Morph-of-Audrey-Hepburn-and-Sienna-Miller

Audrey Hepburn and Julia Roberts
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/255980-Morph-of-Audrey-Hepburn-and-Julia-Roberts

Audrey Hepburn and Audrey Tautou
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/2832268-Morph-of-Audrey-Tautou-and-Audrey-Hepburn

Audrey Hepburn and Alexis Bledel
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/213149-Morph-of-Alexis-Bledel-and-Audrey-Hepburn

Audrey Hepburn and Kaherine Heigl
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/1804160-Morph-of-Katherine-Heigl-and-Audrey-Hepburn

Audrey Hepburn and Angelina Jolie
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/215585-Morph-of-Audrey-Hepburn-and-Angelina-Jolie

Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/218893-Morph-of-Grace-Kelly-and-Audrey-Hepburn

Audrey Hepburn and Calista Flockhart
http://www.morphthing.com/celebrity/1523364-Morph-of-Calista-Flockhart-and-Audrey-Hepburn
Kevin Aucoin http://i.cnn.net/cnn/interactive/entertainment/0205/gallery.kevyn.aucoin/gall.flockhart.audry.jpg

Sleep and I are not talking. Our friendship was rocky for 22 years, and now it has ceased to be. It is an ex-ally. I've always been a night owl but now, even if I force myself to stay awake all night and the whole next day in order to tire myself out so that I will go asleep at a reasonable hour the next night thereby starting a proper routine, it still evades me. Even after 36 sleepless hours. I have passed exams on less than 3 hours sleep before. If I do find myself sleeping like a normal person, it turns out it is just the sleep centre of my brain playing a hilarious trick on me, because after about one or two days or this normality, something will come to screw it up.
Saturday night - up all night with headache and aches. Fall asleep at 5am after lying in dark for hours, giving up and watching various eighties movies, and sleep till the revolting hour of 12pm. Wake up feeling lazy, guilty, useless and disgusted with self, so not a good start to the afternoon.
Sunday night - feel distinctly coldy and headachey and cramps, same problem as night before and sleep till about 7am when I am awoken by darling mog scratching on bedroom door to sleep on my bed. 7.10 am wake from snooze to hear familiar retching sound of cat who knows not how to digest properly. It takes about half an hour to clean mess off floor and stain is still present now. Stomp back to bed and try to ignore thumping headache and sick stomach and wake up at 11am. Manage small dinner at 6pm. Headache makes me fall asleep at impressive time of 10.30pm. Wake at 1.30am to the feel of ice cold liquid spreading across my back. Sleepily sit up only to cause a 7Up bottle to splash the remaining contents all over my bed and ELECTRIC blanket. Get up and spend next hour turning mattress, putting sheets in wash, remaking bed, testing electric blanket which appears to have broken despite being watertight and washable (it's fine now - toasty warm) and trying to figure out how the hell the 7Up bottle got into my bed in the first place seeing as I did not to my knowledge wake up once before 1.30am and it was not within arms reach unlike the water which I would have reached for on my bedside cabinet. Am not prone to sleepwalking either. Still confused. Methinks there is a poltergeist.
6am - Finally fall asleep and wake up still exhausted due to virusy yuckiness at THREE O'CLOCK in the bloody afternoon!! Well I wouldn't have been out of bed anyway with this gross sickiness but still.
Luckily I received two DVDs I ordered in the post today so I will be entertained while I don't sleep tonight. Wonderful. (I'm on a Molly Ringwald/James Spader binge at the moment)
This is the second time I have been really sick in two weeks. Don't you just love germs?! And due to last few days of wonder headaches I have read the same sentence in my VITAL college reading over 20 times and nothing else. And my driving test is in about 3 weeks and I'm stuck in bed and back to college next week and therefore utterly screwed. I'm a model for your children people, a model!!
Must go as eyes are drooping. Don't be fooled into thinking that's my body deciding to sleep. My body laughs in the face of slumber.

Yes, today a man was arrested for breaking IN to a prison.