I BET THE DUCK IS IN THE HAT.

I love minor characters. Most of them are there for comic relief, the porter, for you Shakespeare nerds. I find them quite endearing, especially after the main characters begin to annoy me. The most recent minor character that I'm loving is Brittany, from Glee, the not-so-bright cheerleader.

Brittany has very few lines each episode, but they almost always make me laugh. A little too much. She is just awesome - made of awesomesauce. The purpose of this entry is for me to take you through the reasons why I love Brittany.


The first time I noticed her was during 'Say A Little Prayer.' The three of them reminded me of The Plastics. Quinn = Regina (The Queen Bee), Santana = Gretchen (The Try-Hard?), and Brit = Karen (The Dumb One). Well, now it doesn't fit anymore, cause Regina never got pregnant (is Regina's pregnant getting hit by a bus?) and Will is a Mean Girl (he used Rachel's Don't Stop Believing choreography after she left.)

For a while, Brit kind of disappeared. It wasn't until "Wheels" that she showed up again. She was all sweet, buying a cupcake for Becky. It was just too cute. AND SHE LOST HER WHEELCHAIR, GUYS. How does one lose a wheelchair? I LOVE YOU. THIS SHOW.

"Ballads" was another high point for dear Brittany. She thinks a ballad is a male duck! Who lives in Mr Shue's hat! AND THE SQUARE ROOT OF FOUR IS RAINBOWS. AND FINN BELIEVES HER. During Lean On Me, she was being all amazing, hugging Rachel and lifting Quinn up, sigh...I wonder, does it say in the script Brittany: be fabulous, or is Heather Morris just a sweetheart? Either way, LOVE.

Also, BRITTANY IS THE BEST SPY EVER, Y/Y? Just imagine how much worse Santana probably is at this if Sue chose Brit to be in charge of acquiring the intel! "Hairography" was a pretty good episode, though it just fuels my hatred for Sue even more. To quote Mr. Legal Studies, she can go take a jump.

It's hilarious that they chose Brit to lead them in the ways of hairography since just this week when I rewatched the "Keep Holding On" performance, I was overcome with how fantastic Brit's hair was too! I bet she and Quinn trade secrets! I loved this whole "it's like cool epilepsy" thing! That's what everyone with brain damage says, Brit.

And that's it for today. I should take it slow with the pictures, considering we capped last month, and I just can't deal with slow internet. IN MY HOLIDAYS.

You Don't Belong In My World.

With the rents out, my brother entertaining his bitches, and an assessment to study for, there was only one thing left for me to do - go see New Moon.

I was with only one other, good friend Nathaniel, but I suppose it was enough that one person could put up with me mumbling angrily, "kill her, kill her, just kill her, for Christ's sake," all throughout the film.

The main thing inspriring me to see this was the hot Mexican Native American boys. Who were shirtless. And hot. I felt bad for Nathan having to sit next to me while I swooned. And boy, did I swoon.

At one point, well, one point that sticks out, did I have an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Let me set the scene: The meadow, Edward takes Bella for a walk, dumps her, she tries to act and can't. Now, why did I laugh? Not just because of the bad acting, but the misheard dialogue. For when Eddie says "You don't belong in my world," I thought he said, "You don't blow my world."

Heh. But wait, Bella replies "I'm coming." HEH. Eddie says, "I don't want you to come!" LOL. I'm so mature.

The movie itself was quite boring, IMHO. It dragged, and dragged, and ohgodwhendoesitend. I just can't believe that Edward and Bella are totes in luv, u guyz. They don't convince me. And they're boring.

I would watch a spinoff of all the other awesome characters doing awesome things all the time. Bella's human "friends", being all awesome and dorky and crying during Rome and Juliet? The rest of the Cullens, except maybe Esme because she's such a spare? Gimme. The Wolf Pack? Hello boys. The Volturi, with the slightly pedo, and quite ironic Michael Sheen, and Dakota Fanning with her superb bitchface? YESYESOHGODYES.

I give this movie a 3/10. maybe 4. No higher than a 5. But I'm holding out for a 10. Because I'm worth it.

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.