Number 78 & 79 and a bit of Thor

So I missed out last night because I went to a THORATHON. At my local cinema. It started at 7pm and showed Thor 1, Avengers [assemble] and then premiered Thor 2.

I enjoy marvel comic films, like I enjoy DC comic films, I also enjoy loudly asking if Batman will be appearing in the film while queueing for a Marvel film. I’m not hugely obsessed, I felt no need to paint myself green in order to get the most out of the film, and if my sister hadn’t suggested the event I wouldn’t have even known it was happening, but I’m glad I went.

The film was like all comic book films, enjoyable and easy to watch. A love interest, a bit of witty banter – a few “in jokes” about other characters to make you feel cool for understanding, a battle scene, a moment of evil triumphing but ultimately being squashed by the good guy. I enjoyed it as a casual watcher and none of the extreme marvel fans threw faecal matter at the screen thus I am going to assume it was enjoyable for them too.

The three films in a row in a cinema seat was a new experience for me. I think next time I’ll wait for the DVD release before I attempt that although it was a great excuse to eat two hotdogs in one cinema trip so never say never I guess.

Must say I didn’t much care for Natalie Portman’s face being involved, I don’t mind her in Black Swan and I can tolerate her attempt at an English accent in V for Vendetta, it’s not like I have anything against her but she irritated me in this one. Not as irritating as in the first film, but I still think she could have been cast better.

On to the questions, they kind of work as a double entry anyways so thats cool…

Who would you like to see in concert?

This is hard cause I don’t much care for music like I once did. I grew up listening to punk, going to shows every weekend and devoting all my spare time to discovering new favourite bands. Now I just listen to the same stuff I did when I was 21 and then a new band a friend recommends every now and again.

I guess I’m pretty obsessed with John Mayer this week, his voice is like butter.

But don’t tell my 15 year old self that I said that!

What was the last concert you saw?

Rocket to the Moon in Hollywood about 2 years ago. Wow that is a long time!

I just haven’t got the desire to go out and listen to music now. Maybe if I found out Less Than Jake were touring, or No Doubt, or The Cure or someone that I used to love. Then I’d probably call up my old BFF and get the kohl out.

Number 77

Ever been in love?

Have I! Hell yes I have and am.

My main goal in life was to be in love. Friends chased careers and I never got that urge, I didn’t see why you would want to dedicate your life to something so pointless – I’d like to point out none of my friends were chasing careers as doctors or peacekeepers. From the age of 15 I’ve wanted a job that I would enjoy but be able to leave behind when I finish a shift. My goal in life was to fall in love, be happy and have a fantastic life.

And I’ve been very successful this far.

Visa update!

I have been fretting and worrying ever since my medical about getting my interview date.

Honestly, I even rang up the medical office to double check my results were okay. Which sounds insane but I only did it because I gave a friend my new number recently only to find I had switched the last two digits around. So I managed to convince myself I had done the same at the medical, that I did in fact have TB and they’d called some poor random person up and left them a voicemail telling them to come back and have a lung removed [or whatever it is they do to cure you of TB] ASAP.

The ladies in the medical office were very nice and assured me I have neither syphilis or TB and that the embassy had been informed of that and the fact that I am definitely a lady – not a classy one as I let doctors peep in my pants, but a lady nonetheless.

Then about a week later worry set in that I hadn’t had a letter. The US government close down was a nice little break from worrying for me. Then they got their acts together the U.S embassy re-opened and I started re-stressing.

It all reached boiling point the other weekend when I gave myself a migraine and knew something had to give. I decided to get active and harass the embassy into seeing me. I called up the call centre and spoke to a very nice guy called Jason who told me my case had been updated on the 11th October and a letter would be through soon with my interview details on it.

I waited and worried and waited and wondered and waited and nothing came!

A week later I started scouring the internet – the embassy site is like a labyrinth, the same link never takes you to the same place twice. And I’m 96% sure that US Embassy is a language in it’s own right. I’ve never read so many codes and acronyms in my life! I managed to find a link where you could submit queries online and, providing the answer isn’t already on the website, someone will get back to you within 5 days.

Perfect!

I kindly asked the computer what was happening with my application, stating that I had submitted my paperwork and been for my medical over a month a go.

The computer kindly emailed me back just a day and a half later and told me my interview is in fact scheduled for 7th November!!

I was instantly excited, all happy and bouncy like a rabbit. Then my chihuahua joined in the celebration and I got a bit lump in my throat. Then I started eyeballing my room and realising what a big task packing it all up is going to be. Then I worried about my interview. Then my mum came home and I was both excited and lumpy-throated. And then I realised we had best start laying down some concrete wedding plans because I’ll be getting married in ABOUT FIVE WEEKS!

And if that isn’t a terrifyingly excitingly stressfully amazing thing then I don’t know that is!

 

Number 76

Regularly burn incense?

No. I am a candle lover. I have incense and I love the idea of it, I love going into hippie shops that smell of it and always buy the scent they’re burning. Then I get it home and burn it and it’s just smokey and sticks to my throat.

 

Number 74

Own any record albums?

No, I never really got into that. I enjoyed listening to my music on my ipod on the bus to and from college, then I enjoyed docking that ipod into speakers when I got home and continuing with the play list.

It also seemed like quite an expensive hobby and, having my music stored digitally already, I always found other things I preferred to spend my money on.

I know a few people who got a record player and would brag about how great it was, insisting the music sounded more ‘authentic’ on it – whatever that meant. But I always got the impression they had one so they could brag that they had one. If record players were so great why was the tape, CD, minidisk and then MP3 invented?

Number 73

Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

No.

Because I’m English.

Honestly!

 

Number 72

Ever won a spelling bee?

No, I’ve never even entered one. I don’t think they exist in England like they do in the US.

Even if they were a thing I doubt I would enter one, I am not competitive, I buckle under stress and I can’t really spell all that well despite the many books I read.

Number 71

Can you curl your tongue?

Yup.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

Regression

I’m not completely sure what I believe happens in the afterlife or if there even is one. I know I like to believe there is something after this but what that is, or how it could be explained I don’t quite know.

I don’t believe in organised religion, especially none that have gain popularity in the western world as they are mainly corrupt tools used to control the masses [without sounding like an activist!] and encourage ignorance. I prefer the ideas of spirituality, karma and a cosmic energy.

One thing I love the idea of is reincarnation, though I’m not sure how the ins and outs of it work.

So, with an open albeit questioning mind, I went along to a regression discussion with my mother, and eternal hippy, Joan. The session was run by a lady called Jean, I think, and about 15 people turned up. They’re part of a facebook group, that’s how my mum came to befriend them all.

Jean began by talking about the different ideas behind past life memories. The idea of a straight forward reincarnation of a soul hopping from one body to another upon death, of the idea of recycled energy, of a giant pool of ideas that those who are spiritually heightened can dip into and, as the sceptics would vote for, the idea that any knowledge you may have which you could only put down to a past life you have in fact learned subconsciously in this life.

Then she led a group regression, much more basic than a one to one session as she couldn’t direct her questions based on our answers. She began by getting us into a deep relaxation, guiding us through a garden to a comfortable chair in front of a screen which would show images of our past lives like a cinema screen shows a film.

She asked us to remember a time in our teens, tweens, and then toddler years. She then asked us to remember the ‘blue mist’, the place between lives, and then to go back to a life which would give us something we needed.

Now, between you and I, I am slightly convinced I was probably alive during the Nazi occupation of Europe. I became obsessed with the holocaust at the tender age of 9, and I mean obsessed. I would beg my mum to buy me adult books, I would read everything and anything I could on it, when I was 11 I dragged my family on a trip to Anne Frank’s house. I just needed to understand why it had happened, how it had been allowed to happen.

So sitting in that chair, I was slightly worried I’d be proved right and suddenly be face to face with a Nazi officer and embarrass myself in the present day by screaming out.

Instead I went back to some kind of jungle, I was near enough naked, tanned skin and lovely soft hair. Everything was lovely and peaceful. Jean asked us to think of something bad that had happened or someone who had wronged us, I could think of nothing and no one. I only felt warm happy memories of the time.

Then my phone buzzed and I completely lost track of what was happening.

Of course, I had recently watched Katy Perry’s new music video which could explain my day dreaming. But being a amazonian sure is a lovely idea!

I am intrigued still, I think I will have to book in for a one on one session to push this idea further. There is a lot of evidence to support the idea of past lives. Likewise there is a lot of evidence to squash any hope in the idea. I’m still undecided and I think I will be forever. I’m a logical minded person, I need to be able to have a definite answer before me, which is not the thing with faith. It’s exactly that… Faith.

Until I have a definite answer I will continue to question and explore different ideas, a closed mind is a dangerously sad thing. I figure enjoying my life, being a good person, remaining humble and curious will score me points with whatever force may be in charge of everything and still grant me access through those pearly white gates, or at least keep me from the seven layers of islamic hell!

And if my atheist friends are in fact right, at least on my death bed I’ll know I made people happy.

Number 70

Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Rus is an electrical contractor which basically means he does large scale electrical work. It’s quite sexy and many, he has great muscle tone as a result and finishes most days by 3pm which will be brilliant when we’re living together.

I never really had any profession in mind, but I would have struggled with someone who was in the forces. Long distance is hard enough right now when we have an end point in sight. But a near enough full time long distance relationship with the added fear of death? No thank you!

Likewise I would have struggled to take a guy seriously who, at the age of 25, still genuinely believed their rock band would make it out of their mum’s garage.

A prince would have been a welcomed profession. Alas, Harry never wrote back to me o.O