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Opened: August 8, 2008
Welcome to Emily The Vampire Slayer, my name is Emily (surprised?) & this is my personal webspace that is free for me to say as I like in. You don't agree with my ramblings? That's fine, leave. I'm not out to offend or upset anyone but, like most, I'm very opiniated... that can often get in the way of my desire to be friends with everyone I meet because I won't drop my beliefs for anyone. Why should I? But feel free to take a look around and comment my blogs. Any questions, issues or complaints can be addressed here.
Day Of The Woman
08.12.08
Haha, I can't believe it's December already... this year has gone so fast. It seems what, a week since I was doing my GCSE's? I actually think it's insane that I've managed to do all my exams, graduate high school, leave St Wilfrid's, go to New College, go to Rocky Horror Picture Show, come back to St Wilfrid's in sixth form and be approaching Christmas all in the space of a time that seems so small. And I really can't wait for Christmas, a slight dampener is put on it by the fact that I'll have to revise like a bitch throughout the holidays for the January exams in Psychology and Maths, but hell, I need out. Now.
I love presents, you know, it may be selfish to think I'm indulging in these trivial matters whilst the world is in an economic crisis and people are starving in Africa, but God, I love presents.
They make me so happy. And, I have the most amazing Lindt advent calendar - have I mentioned this before? Um, maybe, anyway... Lindt chocolate is the best in the world. Oops, I haven't done my regularity by explaining the title. The blog title today is because I watched 'I Spit On Your Grave' on Saturday night. The film used to be known as: "Day Of The Woman" before they changed the title to suit members of both sexes. Its about a woman who gets raped by four men, but not only raped, beaten brutally, ridiculed and utterly destroyed. Thats the first half of the film and it is very vivid, very disgusting and it made me so angry. But it has to do that to make the second half so brilliant, and it is just that. Basically, she hunts each man down alone, seduces him and finally murders him; there's a fantastic scene where she's in the bath with the gang leader, Johnny, and she's rubbing him down there and the next thing you know, she grabs a knife and slices it off. Call me morbid, but I so wanted to cheer. Nothing is held back in this film, its terribly brutal but favours the smart way in which the woman uses her mind and sexuality to take on each one alone, whereas the men simply follow their dicks and take her on together with nothing except brute strength. The film has been highly criticised for many reasons and was actually banned when it was released in the seventies. However, I think its fantastic and clever and has many underlying meanings. The best, most accurate review I could find was this one here.
Oooh, and you know something? Glen Melia who my Dad plays with in 'The Mambas' is actually a moderately successful artist... dum, dum, dum... its all coming out now. We all knew there was something more to Glen, my parents thought it was the fact that he always seemed to have a load of money but not a proper job, I thought it was because he wore band tees, had one dangly earring and an eighties quiff. He's too cool to be a Mamba, actually hes part of a band called 'St Christopher', they're on Wikipedia, Myspace and Youtube. Looks like he's a lot more well-known than we thought.
I also found this person's blog where they were talking about how awesome it was seeing him in concert: here. Yep, as you can tell, I feel like I've just discovered I'm related to John Lennon or Elvis.
I feel just like I was talking about something important but I strolled off topic, although I have read back through this blog and I can't think of anything that I might have been going to say. Anyway, I'll carry on. On Thursday I'm going to see Changeling again because the family are having a tiff that I went without them and next week its my GCSE presentation evening, apparently that means formal wear... and I did have this amazingly formal/sexy dress but my Mum says my Dad won't like the cleavage exposure, when I said I didn't care, she got mad and yelled something about me ruining the evening because my tits are spilling all over the place - that was the actual language she used (such a disgrace). What else? My cousin has passed her driving test, yeah okay, okay, now I'm just filling the void.