My bunny's an emo

So Saturday night after I got home from work, I snuggled up on the couch with Little Miss for some cuddles and discovered, to my horror, a huge red wound running from about the middle of her back, down and around her stomach.
It looked extremely nasty and painful, so first thing Sunday we hopped along to the vet, where I found out that it was self inflicted. Basically she had scratched herself a little too hard, and because her sking is so soft it had pulled apart, making things look a lot worse than they really were. Fortunately, the wound had already started to scab over during the night, so the worst was over, and I just have to watch for redness or irritation.
While we were there, the vet gave her some flea treatment and also a very nasty, stinging shot to ward off mites. LilyBelle has only just started talking to me again after that one!
Had a very proud mummy moment though, because the vet said she was the most beautiful bunny she had ever seen. Aww!
And she is.....even if she is still wreaking havoc in the house! She pulled my fairy wings down from the table and ate the elastic the day before a party recently. Was not impressed! Nor was I impressed when I discovered she had eaten my second pair of MP4 headphones. Not cutie cutie!
She has stopped biting, so I think she may be ready to accompany me to parties very soon.
I am thinking though, that this Easter I should ring the hospital and see if they'll let the fairy accompany bunny around the childrens' ward. She would make a very good Easter Bunny methinks. If it's all kosher, would anyone like to join us? I have a spare fairy dress.

Saw Target the other night as they were seeing which cinemas would let underage kids in to see restricted movies. Skycity passed with flying colours (they didn't test any Rialtos), but Berkeley failed in a big way.
I forgot to mention in my previous blog post that a friend and I went to Berkeley to see National Treasure a few weeks ago and I was shocked at the service....or lack of. We were 20 minutes late to start with. Of the six people standing behind the counter when we got there, not one person acknowledged us or made a move to serve us until we said something. Their straw dispensers were empty - on a Friday night! And the floor person did not show us into the very dark cinema. OSH anyone? My fingers also were extremely numb by the end of the film, as there were no cupholders or anything to hold your drinks.
National Treasure itself was pretty lame until they got past the superfluous (I love that word) car chase. Did they really need two? And letting technology do all the work. Now I have wanted to be an archaeologist since I was little. Like Evelyn Carnahan in The Mummy movies, I "dreamed about dead guys", and the fun part of diggin up the past, is using your own noodle to it! Not typing into a computer and letting a machine do it for you! Once they got into the real treasure hunting bit though, I was sitting up straighter in my seat paying attention. And Helen Mirren was in it! Was not expecting that!

Also saw 27 Dresses the other day. OK girly froth, but I have never seen a movie so full of cliches. It got to the stage where my friend and I were actually saying some lines with the actors! The best line though is one I plan to use, (if I can remember to) "I feel like I just found out my favourite love song was written about a sandwich". Fabulous!

Right now I am waiting for The Other Boleyn Girl to open. Philippa Gregory is one of my favourite authors and this is my favourite of all her novels. Got me through 7th form history too!
The trailer looks great, although I can already make a complaint. Why on earth was Eric Bana cast as Henry VIII???!!!!! He was a fugly, short, most unattractive man who walked with a limp, and yet in the trailer, when Eric Bana takes off his shirt before he gets it on with Mary Boleyn, you're like PWHHHOOOOAAAR!!!!!! Way too hot. Delicious to look at. But not Henry.

In other news, I managed to redelegate the dreaded V Day display. But I still had to work that night. Burst into tears once on the way to work, seeing tarty school girls and office ladies walking around town with bunches of flowers, and twice upstairs in the projection room. Managed to avoid serving customers all night though, and I banned the subject from being brought up in my presence. My staff were pretty good about it actually. My foul mood was clearly a little too obvious. I had seriously thought about asking another manager to cover, because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it, but I am trying so damned hard to get over my constant emotional outbursts and thought it would be good for me to put myself in a position where I had to hold it together. I forgot however, that I was doing management and projection, and the black box is a perfect place to hide and weep. I also know where the cameras don't reach, so no one can see me. Sigh.
You know, I really thought I may actually get a present for that day. If not from the person I really would have liked one from, then from my stalker. I mean what use is a stalker if you don't get presents?! Colin has still been txting me constantly. If it wasn't my business phone as well as personal, I would get my number changed. Gosh, he's thick. It's been five months of him txting and me not responding, and he still doesn't get it!

In happier news, I started dance classes last Wednesday - yay! Tap is going to be a little dull since I am stuck repeating last year's grade, but Rock 'n' Roll is great fun. It is very, very slow, because no one in my class has done dancing of any sort. Ever. But while everyone is busy looking at their feet, and stumbling over possibly the easiest steps in the history of dance, I can have a chat with some of the people I dance with, and hopefully make some new friends.
Oh yeah, and I am now top of the class in both tap and R'n'R, which pleases my inner exhibitionist greatly.

I also made an impromptu decision, while waiting for R'n'R to start (in the same hall where I learnt ballet for 11 years) that next year - once my diet has had time to work, and I am closer to being ballerina sized - I want to go back to ballet classes. I miss it so much. My teacher was still there packing up her stuff so the Rock'n'Rollers could take over, so I asked her if this would be ok, and she was chuffed. She was quite happy for me to start right away, but I refuse to be the fat girl in a leotard in a class of sticks ever again. too many painful memories to be brought up. So, next year. It's a good thing I refused when Mum tried to make me sell all my ballet stuff. I knew it would come in handy one day!

The Hamilton Gardens Summer Festival is in full swing at the moment, and so far I have been to two events. The Snow White Panto and Pericles, The Prince of Tyre.

Snow White was great, as I knew it would be. I love pantos! They are, I think my favourite form of theatre. However, one complaint. Snow White was blonde. And also a real bitch in real life, which left me rooting for the wicked witch to kill her! But blonde?! What the hell?! "Skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony and lips as red as blood". Did they never read this story?! Apologies to those who have heard this before, but the greatest day of my childhood was at kindy when the teacher was reading us Snow White and she looked at me and said that I looked like Snow White! (I had the dark, fringed bob thing happening, you see). I had never been so happy in my whole four years of being. So how they thought they could pull off having a blonde, snobby tart playing my favourite Disney princess I do not know.

Ok, I'm over it. Kinda.

Saw the Shakespeare last night, riverside. Took a little getting lost and asking directions to get there. Trust Pip to choose some obscure location I didn't even know existed to stage her play!
Not the most enthralling of the Bard's works - mainly I guess because he didn't write it alone - but the setting was beautiful, the costumes elabrate and it was very cool how they used the river. Must have been freezing in there though for the two pushing the wooden boat along!

Had hoped to make it to the dance performance What Love Can Do, but couldn't. Am going to try to see the childrens' storyteller next weekend though. She is doing a tale called, Faeries, Mermaids, Princes and Peas. May give me some ideas for my parties!

Well, that's about it for this installment, except for:

Is anyone keen for a roadtrip up to Dorkland for some ice skating?