AnneElicious

Thanks to Lars and the Real Girl I’ve rediscovered this classic:

Oh the film isn’t bad either! I probably would have loved it only I watched it the same day I finally saw Once for the first time and fell head over heels in love with it, and everything else just seems mundane in comparison.

I was chuffed to bits that Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová won the Oscar for best song. Even my Dad was chuffed, he’s a sucker for a nice melody.

Glen chats about his win on RTÉ.ie

EDIT:Rick O’Shea has a clip of Glen and Marketa accepting their award and a cool moment from John Stewart. Yayness.

I’m only delira for Juno writer Diablo Cody as well. I wish it had won best picture, but I haven’t seen No Country For Old Men yet so maybe that’s an unfair wish.

Loved Diablo’s outfit:

Ahhh what a lovely lovely weekend.

 Friday night was spent drinking copious amounts of white wine and west coast cooler (seriously, don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it - it’s classy…) watching Intermission, Superbad and Honey (bad baaaaad film but Jessica Alba is smokin’!).

On Saturday, I had a lovely lie in, watched CSI and then went to the cinema to see….. Juno! Yay, yay, yay! What a wonderful, sweet, funny, heartwarming piece of cinema. I was so afraid that it wouldn’t live up to the hype and I’d be disappointed like so many times I’ve been to the cinema recently. But - happy days - I loved it.  It took me about 15 minutes to get used to Juno’s quirky jokes and humour but once the film settles down into it’s groove, I fell in love with Juno and all of her surrounding cast. Just lovely. And I bawled like a baby at the end but I think I was the only one in the cinema in that state - I’m too sensitive.

On Sunday me and the fella went out to Clontarf for the first time in years. It’s absolutely gorgeous out there. We nearly made it to Howth but ’someone’s’ hangover kicked in *cough-not me-cough*.

After a bit we did a u-turn and headed for Dun Laoighaire just in time for the chipper to open. Wrapped up in about twenty layers of jumpers, coats and hats; we strolled up the pier scoffing on chips and battered sausages. Perfeck.

Methinks I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Don’t know why but I’m in a complete fouler for absolutely no reason. My auntie brought my two little cousins over and then me and the mammy brought them to Dundrum to see Bee Movie. The film wasn’t bad actually, very kiddie but it’s short and quite watchable. Then when we went to MacDonalds afterwards, I seriously questioned ever having kids. The place was a mess and full of screaming ‘children’ with ketchupy faces determined to rub it over me and my new bag. Normally, I wouldn’t give a toss but today I had to stand outside and smoke 3 of my precious Vogue Menthols until I’d calmed down a bit.

It’s very strange, I have nothing to be moany about and usually I’m a total softie for the cutesy wutesy small people. Not today however. I’m in spoiled brat mode.

Think I need to listen to this song for some inspiration: