Nightlight.

About three things I was absolutely certain. First, Edwart was most likely my soul mate, maybe.
Second, there was a vampire part of him–which I assumed was wildly out of his control–that wanted me dead.
And third, I unconditionally, irrevocably, impenetrably, heterogeneously, gynecologically, and disreputably wished he had kissed me.

I want it - nay, I need it.

I Think I'll Try Defying Gravity

As an early birthday present, Mama took me to see Wicked. I'd been anxious to see it for a while, so I was extra giddy when November 1st rolled around.

After a long drive, half an iPod battery, and a mother swearing at almost every driver on the road, we arrived at the Capitol Theatre. I was hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia, remembering the last time I was there. 2005, my 12th birthday, The Lion King Musical. I was so excited when Mum and Dad surprised me with that, the Lion King being the reason I dropped a television on my two-year old self (but more on that later).

Armed with a program and a mocktail in a special, light-up glass, we were seated. Six rows from the stage. And three rows in front of Kenny Ortega. The set was absolutely amazing - cogs, winding branches and vines, and an awesome fire-breathing dragon. A map of Oz with a green light shining on The Emerald City adorned the stage between acts. I was practically bouncing in my seat. And the show hadn't even started yet.

But when it did start - Ohmygollygosh. The Munchkins singing 'No One Mourns The Wicked,' while Glinda Galinda floats down in her bubble, serenading the audience in her uber soprano voice. She is my idol. Absolutely perfect. I adorded the way she made up words, and the fact that her first line was, "It's good to see me, isn't it?"

I was indifferent to Elphaba, aka the Wicked Witch of the West, but damn could she sing. The end of the first act, singing "Defying Gravity," game me chillllllls. Ahhhhh, just thinking about it makes me smile. And I may or may not have been listening to it on repeat since Sunday...

Fiyero. MILLSY! Hahah, remember Miss Vanity? The Australian Idol alum from season 1? Who loooked kind of hot in the tight pants? He was awesome. And I was quite depressed that he didn't end up with Galinda. They were perfect! They could've been perfect together! And had perfect babies! Gah! "Dancing Through Life" had me wanting to get up on stage and twirl with him...damn his winning smile and tight pants.

But the most awesome thing? THE COSTUMES. Oh, how I loved them. So extravagent, so amazing, so totally awesome! There's just no other way to describe it! The black and white ball gowns from "Dancing Through Life" were splendind. And I wanted these polka dotted oxfords.

Sigh, this show was amazing. As soon as it finished, I told my mum I had to see it again. And mark my words, I will.

I'm So Excited! I'm So Scared!

The unvieling of the (New) New Doctor Who logo and production stills has had me in a state of hype a la' Jessie in Saved By The Bell, though I don't need No-Dose pills to induce it. She had fabulous hair, btw. You must YouTube that scene :).

I've only been a Who fan for going on three years, but I've seen it all from the Children In Need Specials to delightfully bad Tom Baker arcs. I was sad to see our Phreccleston leave, but I had the dorkiest smile on my face as soon as Tennant said his first line. About new teeth. That's weird.

Tennant's been on for 3 seasons and this year's specials; I've grown accustomed to him as The Doctor. When my dad broke the news that this year would be his last, I froze. I was at a loss for words.

When I saw the picture of the New Doctor? I had a reaction that was something along the lines of: "Was Rob Pattinson to hard to get now?" They look the same, NGL. With one picture, there wasn't much to go on.

Then promo stills appeared, and production shots surfaced. He wears Tweed. And has a bowtie. Honestly, it's hilariously awesome. His new companion, Amy, looks awesome too. She's a cop ;). Maybe Amy and Gwen can have awesome 'We used to be officers of the law and now we traverse around with aliens' get-togethers? And I bet Captain Jack and Smith!Doctor will have something going on, too. Smithy just has that look about him.

Anyway, I have faith in Steven Moffat, despite his obvious dislike of Rose. He has written the best episodes of the series, and I am just waiting for the trippy shit he'll do now. Wibbly-Wobbly.

But this last episode - Tennant's last? Dear Lord. Everyone will be in it. Timothy Dalton will be in it. As a Time Lord.

And, spoilers, The Master's coming back. Winner.

Bec Decides To Blog

Because I'm boring, have an update on my readings for this year:

• Twilight

• Stardust
• Confessions of a Shopaholic
• Dracula
• New Moon
• Tales of Beedle the Bard
• Princess Bride
• 101 People You Won't Meet In Heaven
• Watchmen
• The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl
• The Further Adventures of a London Call Girl
• Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
• Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
• Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
• Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
• Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
• Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix
• Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
• Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
• Veronika Decides To Die
• The Long Halloween
• Catcher in the Rye
• Boy In the Striped Pyjamas
• The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
• The Clockwise Man
• Dead Until Dark
• Living Dead In Dallas

While the main goal roaming around the internet is 50 in a year, I've just broken 27. Just over halfway. Currently, I'm reading the Graveyard Book (which is The Jungle Book but in a graveyard) which I will be done with by the end of the week. The next books will most likely be the many I have to read for English (insert a very sarcastic 'yay' here) and I have to read two plays for Drama, and according to Luke, they don't count.

So 23 books in my upcoming 2 month holidays and the six weeks left of term? Bitchin'.

Also, Book Club is officially named Readers of the Lost Ark, because I'm brilliant. I'm the only one above Year 9 in the club, and it's annoying how we meet every four weeks, so it's a case of Man Up and read faster, little people. And they hate Sherlock.

I am ashamed. I am full of shame.

Dead Until Dark.

I'm not one for watching a tv show or movie before I've read the books, though there are some exceptions. Last year or so, my mother and I started watching True Blood, yes another Vampire phenomenon gripping the world. But it was different, and I haven't figured out if it's good different or bad different.

Only last week did I decide to read the books that the show is based on. It was in A&R for twenty bucks, and I spent Daddy's hard earned money on it. I finished it in two days. There are eight more books in the series, with two that have been released this year. In the words of my wiser older brother, "That's quality literature!"

The premise: Sookie Suhkeh Stackhouse is a pretty waitress waiting to meet her very own vampire, since they have "come out of the coffin." She's a little crazy according to the townspeople, because she has this disability - she's bulimic she can read minds. When she meets Bill, a vampire, she can't hear a word he's thinking, and of course, that makes him all the more attractive.

The book was published in 2001. It was an interesting read, yet I don't know what to think about it, so I have to keep reading the series before I make my final judgement. It started off in a rather dizzy fashion, with Suhkeh meeting Bill, saving him from an evil, vampire-blood-draining (ironic, yes?) couple, Suhkeh being beaten within an inch of her life by said couple, and saved by Bill and her shapeshifting dog-boss Sam. And that's in the first 35 pages!

I suppose the mystery would've been more exciting if I hadn't already seen the entire first season of the show, so I knew who the crazy fang-banger killer was. What I enjoyed was Suhkeh's lack of damsel in distress...ness. When the murderer was chasing her, and she actually fought back, I was reminded of Bella Swan' reliance on Mr. Cullen, and how I just wished and prayed that she could get out of a situation without her lover's help. But maybe that's the feminist in me, raging.

I much prefer Beel and Suhkeh as a couple in the show than in the books. There's a certain possessiveness to him I don't like. And after they sleep together for the, and her, first time and he coats his finger in his blood and...inserts it in her to heal her? That warrents a big, fat EWWWWW. But what I really think turns me off the idea of Sookie/Bill is Sookie herself and how she flip-flops between falling for Bill and pushing him away. Admittedly, she's got a good reason to worry given that she's human and he's not. I think she's much more relaxed with the idea of them as a couple in the show.

This book, however, contained the best idea in any piece of vampire literature in the history of the universe - Elvis is a vampire. He wasn't dead when he was brought into the morgue, and the vampire attendent turned him. Complications arose because of the drugs in his system, so now he's mentally unstable and answers to 'Bubba.'

I'm about a hundred pages into the second book, but I don't really like it as much as the first. Halfway through the second series, also, and they are slightly similar, but I'm enjoying the show a lot more. And here's hoping that Eric and Bill hook up in Season 3 - much prefer them than the inevitable Eric and Sookie.

Teardrops On My DVD Player.

Ladies and gentlemen and variations, it's time for a new 10 to 1 Countdown. Last Saturday, I watched The Fox And The Hound, and I was tearing up in the first five minutes. Which leads us to this countdown - Top Ten Movies That Make Me Cry.
Many may think I'm a cold hearted bitch, and I am, but have feelings sometimes. And that sometimes is when I watch movies. I find I sympathise with them more than humanity...So, without further ado, let us begin.

10. Ladder 49. I have seen this movie once, and I can honestly say I was not expecting that ending. I was waiting for John Travolta to barge in and rescue poor Joaquin. But no, they just had to make me cry.


9. Swan Princess. This used to be my favourite movie of all time. Still is one of my top animated movies, you know. I know that they live happily ever after in the end, but I still tear up when she's tapping on the window and he makes the vow to the wrong woman, and I'm like what the hell are you doing!? The more I think about it, Derek was kind of a dick. "What else is there?"

8. Tristan + Isolde. James Franco has bad luck in movies. I mean, I almost cried in Spider-Man 3, not because it was so awful, but because Harry died. And he dies in Tristan + Isolde, which is almost like Romeo and Juliet in the middle ages. It is a very good movie, though, and I did enjoy their sneaking around for midnight sexcapades ;)



7. Fox and the Hound. I have issues when a mother dies in movies. I am very, very attatched to my mother, and couldn't even begin to imagine what it must feel like. The opening five minutes of this movie combines to of my most hated things - Losing a Mother and Hurting an Animal. I was practically blubbering in the first scene. Again, good Disney movie...Though, Disney does have issues with orphaning their protaginists.

6. Star Trek. I am dreading watching this movie again. The two timnes I saw it in the cinema, I cried before the opening credits, and I got teary eyed about half way through again. Damn you, dramatic and heroic death of George Kirk! Damn you Retro!Spock for making James Kirk all misty eyed and "I am and always have been your friend." DAMN YOU.


5. Romeo + Juliet. Every time. Every single time. Now, the nerd in me rages whenever they cut out Juliet's final soliloquy, but I can't help but think it's so much more dramatic when it's silent. I cry at this point, but I tear up when Juliet is talking to the Priest, pulling out a gun and screaming, "I long to die!" Ah, Baz Luhrmann. I almost forgive you for Australia. Almost.

4. The Lord of The Rings. This has to be my favourite movie trilogy ever. It's epic, in every sense of the word. And I can't help but shed a few tears at some moments in the films. FoTR - When Gandalf dies and everyone is crying. Damn. When Boromir is shot, and Merry and Pippin are taken. Damn. RoTK - "I can't carry it for you. But I can carry you!" Damn. The very end, eveyone splitting up. Damn.

3. Moulin Rouge. Ah, Baz, once again. I'm not Nicole's biggest fan, but I adore this movie. Everything about it. The first time I saw this, I was genuinely shocked that she dies. Then I cried. Just seeing everyone's faces, but the audience still claps, its spectacular.

2. Doomsday. Ok, whatever. It's not a movie. But it makes me cry. A lot. Yes, I'm a shipper, so shoot me. I adore those two. And when they get seperated? GAH. He loves her, I know it, you know it, Davros knows it. And season 4 finale? YES IT DOES NEED SAYING.


1.The Lion King. You thought I forgot about it, didn't you? How could I? The movie as a whole is brilliant. And no surprise as to the part which makes me sob. Simba just sounds so crushed and helpless and I need to hug him. I would hate to be in that position. I also tear up when he sees his father in the sky..."Remember who you are..." Seriously, I'm tearing up right this minute...

I need a hanky. :(

We Fear Change

Term 3 of school has finished for me. Year 11 has finished for me. Now, I'm kind of officially a Year 12 student. I think most people are jumping for joy at the idea. Not me.

Personally, I'm scared. I don't want school to finish. School is easy; it's a routine. I have become so accustomed to the life that i don't want to leave. I shudder to think of what life will be like after school.

Last week was devoted to exams, and I can't say I'll miss them. Leaving Extension English til the last day - a Friday? That's just downright mean. I also won't miss the triple periods of Business Services - forget being mean, that was torture. On the other hand, I did have fun in this exam - drawing little pictures in my essay? Teacher told us not to make it like an English essay, and I would never draw stick figures impaled with a pole in an essay on Bowling For Columbine. Ms English Teacher would have my head.

If I wasn't the poster boy for the English department.

But you know what's scary? I'll be doing my HSC when I'm 16. Sixteen. I'll be a baby. Worse still, I have no idea what I want to do once I leave school. Universities don't offer courses in Marrying the Old & Rich, and I don't have the option of a successful Wizarding Career.

There are some things I'm good at. But if I want to go to NIDA, I have to wait an extra two years til I'm 18 and old enough to audition, and even then I'm not guaranteed a spot. If and when I decide what I want to do at uni, my UAI or whatever it is now might not be good enough, because I'm only doing 10 units, because I didn't get the subjects I wanted.

The interview, for lack of a better word, that we must have with the head of Senior School to see if we can drop any subjects should work in my favour, though. Either way, I'm screwed. Dropping the two subjects will give me more time to study for the other subjects. They won't help me in boosting my marks.

I envy the people who have their plans all laid out. Me, I have no idea. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

And that thought terrifies me.