Knives and forks and shiny, pretty things!

I stayed up late the other night to watch the Oscars. I think that it may have contributed to this deathly cold that is incubating in my brain, but the truth is, as much as I proclaim to not care about celebrities, I REALLY wanted to see what they were wearing. Unfortunately, my TV is quite old, and is prone to playing up at the most inopportune times. This time it went back and white. And all I wanted to see what what everyone was wearing. And if Alexandre Desplat would win Best Score. And if Meryl Streep would win Best Actress again. AND if Bright Star would win anything... Anything? Come on, Academy, get your priorites straight!

And for those who live under a rock and have NO idea what happened, no, no and no. Total dissapointment. Also, I was really annoyed that Sandra Bullock won*. I mean, Meryl Streep is too brilliant. (Maybe that's why they have to have others win occasionally, I suppose a monopoly by Meryl could get a little overwhelming).

But, after watching The Hurt Locker win AGAIN I went to bed.

The next day at college my friend Maddie (who is pretty darn amazing, just so you know) asked me if I had watched the Oscars last night.

"Uh, yeah, of course. I watch it every year for the outfits."

"Okay, did you see Carey Mulligans dress?"

"Uh, let me rephrase that, I tried to watch it, but my TV was black and white and pretty terrible reception. So I tried to see the outfits, and kind of failed." I admit, kind of shamefaced.

"Well, you need to see it. It looked like it was beaded, but when you look closer the beads are actually little knives and forks!"

"Seriously? That's amazingly cool!" And continue with gushing, and a few ninja moves, just to frighten the new first years.

                                      

And now I bring it to you, my dears, as consolation for my lack of wit. (When I'm this sick, I lose all humour. That isn't to say that I don't laugh. More like I laugh too much at everything. Even if it's not funny. Total delirium. Basically I become horribly lame and sort of... Kitsch.). Important side note, it was made by Muiccia Prada. Doesn't that make you love it even more?!

Now, I'm off to finish this roll of toilet paper I am so ungraciously using in place of tissues. (Gross, I know, that I should be sharing my sick-stories, but you should be grateful that I haven't elaborated on my suspision that I sleep-eat. Yeah. Breathe that sigh of relief).

Untill we meet again in this phantasmogorigal cyber-world, I bid you goodbye and don't forget those multi-vitamins!!

*And please, do not say that Sandra Bullock won because she has amazing talent. If Bullock and Streep swapped roles, Meryl would have won. So there, Lawyered. That's right, LAWYERED.