Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Dance Dance.

I dance films, musicals... anything that combines music/dancing/singing is OK by me.
Unless you've spent the last few weeks under a rock in some far flung corner of the world, you will have heard of Black Swan. Nominated for shedloads of awards, It features Natalie Portman, Winona Ryder & Mila Kunis as ballet dancers in a deeply disturbing adaptation of Swan Lake.
Ok, So the ballet itself isn't disturbing. The events surrounding it are. I'm will try to explain the horrific aspects without giving too much away.
As you may have noticed from previous entries, I don't like dental procedures or anything metallic going into my mouth, so a scene which involved Winona Ryders' character repeatedly stabbing herself in the mouth with a metal nail file had me gagging into my popcorn.
Another fear (HATE) of mine would be FEET. Disgusting things which are only good for bearing my body weight until they blister and ache. In most dance related films they tend to get a fair amount of attention, understandably; although in this film, they go one step too far. Blisters, bleeding toes and cuts on the feet are all part and parcel of a dance film, and especially a ballet film, but what is NOT expected, is the WEBBED toes! There is something quite gruesome about watching a woman pulling apart her webbed toes.
There are also scenes of blood. LOTS of blood. Peeling off skin to reveal blood, stab wounds, bloody feet, bloody fingers... you name it, there will be blood on it.
I was expecting a film about ballet and dark secrets. I actually got scarred for life and potentially a mind full of nightmares.

Sunday, 23 January 2011

Laura's got talent.

Well, actually, not.
I love Got to Dance. The wonderful dance-related talent show on Sky1.
Oh yes. To fill the void between Xfactor and Britains Got Talent, Sky has supplied us with hours and hours (Five consecutive hours on a Saturday night, to be exact), of dance. Street dance, Ballet, body popping, jazz, salsa, ballroom...you name it, they bring it.

OH... and not to mention the Wonderful ADAM GARCIA.
My heart melts a bit every time I see him. ♥ ♥ ♥ So a few hours of him for an evening suits me very well.

Anyway... before I let my mind wander...

I LOVE good dancers. I could watch ballet or street dance for hours and hours on end. I can really appreciate the time, balance, self discipline, determination and gruelling workout schedules involved in putting a three minute routine together. Some acts don't even make it through to the second round, and when you can see the disappointment in the faces of 8 year -olds who have clearly put their heart and soul into the performance, you can't help but to shed a little tear.
What most people don't realise is that I was once a dancer. Oh yes... ME. The girl who dances like her hair is on fire, and with the grace of an elephant on stilts. I now find a 20 minute sprint a challenge, whereas 10 years ago I would dance for hours on a Saturday afternoon.
That was, of course, until I realised that actually... I was RUBBISH. Oh yes. So bad that even three years of dance classes couldn't fix it. As it happens, I have worse coordination than a blindfolded cowboy at a barn dance. I still find it difficult dancing without hitting people, knocking things around and tripping over.
I've gotten used to the fact that I will never be able to win Got To Dance, But entering will at least get me a hug from ADAM GARCIA ♥ .
I may not get the £250,000 prize, but I can at least get near my man :)

Got to dance 2012, here I come!!

Saturday, 22 January 2011

FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: Spam/Junk mail.

If you read this you will get bad luck.
If you do not pass this on you will die.
If you pass anything like this on to me...YOU will get a virtual punch in your inbox.
If these horrid, waste of time, space, and energy involving e-mails really did everything they say on the tin, I'd have died a gruesome death years ago, probably fom being hit by a car while having my eyeballs pecked out by pidgeons. Drastic, maybe. Likely, no.
I quite like the idea of not finding out who the love of my life is by midnight, and not getting discounted viagra. I've not discovered a cure for cancer (and I'm pretty sure none of my hotmail contacts have either). As for some woman coming into my bedroom and suffocating me in my sleep?? Nope, just me, myself and I. (most of the time!)
I've never wasted my time or text allowance by sending on these chain messages...I actually realise how much my friends would hate me if I sent them, and how much I'd hate myself for sending them such rubbish and wasting their time.
So. Folks, Friends, Fans and followers. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Don't waste my time and your own by including me in your 'Send to all list'. I will block your message from my inbox and block you from my life.
Let this be a lesson to everyone!

Friday, 21 January 2011

Dental Dilemmas...

I am a 21 year old who is scared of the dentist.

There, I said it.

Its hard to explain exactly why or how it happened. I haven't always broken out in cold sweats when I've been awaiting an appointment.

When I was much younger I used to love getting sweets from the dentist (which I've since realised was actually their way of ensuring another visit) and even stickers when they switched from less decay-inducing rewards. I've had a VERY sweet tooth, ever since I can remember, and would never turn down chocolate or any calorie rich foods, and eventually my nasty habit came back to bite me in the backside.

When I was 15 I needed a tooth taken out, and to cut a long story short... they needed to give me two sets of injections as the first set didn't work (I HATE needles) and the dentist then managed to take out the wrong tooth, as I was bawling my eyes out!

Since this 'event' I've had about 3 check ups all of which have involved tears, being by restrained dental assistants and panic attacks. Last month I was due three fillings, for which my GP prescribed Diazepam to calm my nerves. I took 4mg more than I was recommended and still managed a bout of hyperventillating, crying, and eventually I refused outright.

Because of this life controlling phobia I now can't eat anything too hot or too cold, drinks need to be taken through a straw, food needs to be soft enough to not need to chew or to be cut up to baby size portions, and cold winds are impossible to talk or eat in. I'm currently waiting for an unconcious appointment to have anything and everything done to me when I have no knowledge of my surroundings.

I'm currently having hypnotherapy to get over this, I will literally give anything a go, as I've even been having nightmares about the dentist. I've got no set date for the 'operation' but if anyone has any ideas or suggestions for ways to get over this, Please let me know!