The Referee's a...

This is one of those weird pivotal moments that tells you you've just reached adulthood. It's not as huge as putting down the deposit for your first house or seeing the birth of your first child (obviously written from a male perspective). It is something small yet still signifies that someone considers you to be a bona fide, mature adult. One of my youth group has asked me to be a referee for a job application. Okay, it probably isn't going to be a huge job for a London Banking Firm, but still, someone thinks me adult enough to be a referee. That's scary stuff.

I recollected as I was writing this post that Rachel had already written a post about this, and endeavoured to search for it. After a lot of scanning I was back to March 09 and then realised that there was a search button. Epic Fail.

My brother comes back tomorrow. Tehmorrow! Tehmorrow! I love ya, tehmorrow! You always a day away. Sorry, couldn't resist.

I usually reserve this stuff for my other blog (if you're asking, "what other blog?", keep with the program and click here), but I'm going to ask some questions. 

• What makes you feel all grown up?
• Do you see yourself as an adult?
• What rites of passages are there to adulthood?
• Could you write the word 'adult' anymore times in one paragraph?

In other blogging news. I've added tick box things, so you can rate my posts. Again, scary stuff.

Book #5: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

First things first. I've been slack. But I knew it would happen, hence why I am reading 26 books this year and not 52. If I was to read book after book I would be able to do it, because I generally read a book in a week. However, I knew I would get distracted and not be able to sustain chain-reading habits. I am still ahead, though. I should be starting my 5th book on 26th February (according to the little spreadsheet I've just made), and I've nearly finished my 6th, and it's only the 21st.

So, to the review. I like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. It doesn't pretend to be a literary gem and is just plain fun. I haven't actually read Pride and Prejudice but I'm acquainted with Jane Austen (we met in a bar once). It follows the general Austen plot arc: woman needs a man, woman finds a man, a lot of unreasonable procrastination goes on, woman gets man, happy ending. But this version adds an element of adventure into it: woman doesn't really want man, she is a warrior after all; women kicks zombie butt; woman falls in love with man (but doesn't realise it); she kicks zombie butt; she realises it; she kicks man's aunt's butt; they fall in love and both kick zombie butt.

In other words, I liked it. It was nice that the heroine didn't just spend her time looking pretty and making witty remarks but could also work a ninja throwing star.

I'm currently reading Velvet Elvis, by Rob Bell, which I will probably review in my other blog. Because variety is the spice of life, people.

Aberystwyth, Mon Amour

Since I last bloggified a reasonable amount of stuff has happened. I turned 22. I didn't do anything spectacular for it because I was at the Church weekend away and couldn't be bothered to do anything afterwards. However, I got pressies. I got Doctor Who, Series Four; Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (which I shall be shortly reviewing); Velvet Elvis, by Rob Bell; and lotsa Amazon vouchers and money. With which I bought every Doctor Who DVD known to man; Hero and Lust Caution (I was Amazoning on 14th Feb so went for a Chinese Theme); some converse shoes and The Diary of Anne Frank, BBC Adaptation.

I've been ploughing my way through series four of Doctor Who, and have just watched the last episode of the Anne Frank series. The reason I did that is because I am ill. So when I am ill, I am presented with two choices: do I do something to make me feel better or do I wallow in my misery? Generally, it is the wallowing that wins. So I watched the episode when Anne Frank and co. get taken away by the German authorities. Happy times.

This week I went to Aberystwyth. I'm not going to give an itinerary but, fun was had, feet were wettened, Bento Boxes were purchased, and laughs laughed. We went to see Toy Story 2 in 3D. I was in it for the glasses. Hours of fun were had just with the 3D glasses.

The journey back was horrific, due to some poor choices by me and slow trains. It took me just about 11 hours to get back home. The journey went like this: Wales-England-Wales-England. And now I have a cold. But I'm going to visit my grandparents and go to church (as well as review Pride and Prejudice and Zombies).