Late and sleepy update.

Yes, this update is VERY late. But in all honesty, I can't imagine that many of you were waiting with baited breath to hear about my life.

Well guess what? You should have been, because it's been awesome. I've been to a Burlesque night, gotten a callback for an interview, and maybe gotten a chance to sing on stage at another show. So, next time, be waiting! :D

Fort Night 1

 So, we built a fort in boyfriend's house. In his sitting room. Using 2 couches on their ends, with a bedsheet over the top, and stretched over the coffee table to add extra length to one side. We had all the cushions off of the couches and 2 duvets for comf* purposes.

After we got the fort set up correctly and everything positioned just right, almost everybody decided they were going out. Leaving myself and boyfriend's housemate, K alone with a pile of zombie movies. 

For those of you who don't know me too well, or jst have a gaping hole in your knowledge, I love zombie movies. Be they Infected or Hell is Full (although I will always have a soft spot for the Hell is Full sort.), Runners or Crawlers, well shot and terrifying, or people with rotten food on their faces just being hilarious. All of these movies make me incredibly happy.

Although I will admit that with some of the newer ones, or with any tense moment, I like to have a big person to hide behind. K as quite a tall man was perfect for this plan. I had rum, a fort with blankets, lots of crisps, Roger (the huge and snuggly shark teddy that boyfriend had given me) and a big man. I was set!

The movie list was: 

• Day of the Dead
• Night of the Living Dead
• Dawn of the Dead (The modern remake)

Yes, we got our George A. Romero movies in the wrong order chronologically, but we watched them in an order which was very important to us: which DVD was closest to our current state of sprawling or cowering.

Day of the dead only vaguely interested me, I didn't get to know any of the characters well enough to care if they lived or died. Most of the military characters were just begging to be bitten through general stupidity or annoying voices (yep, zombie worthy crime where my movie watching is concerned). It's redeeming moment was the huge horde of zombies shambling into the military base, featuring every zombie cliché that ever existed. Including zombie clowns, zombie brides, a zombie ballerina and a semi-naked zombie.

Zombie nudity leads us right to the next movie, Night of the Living Dead. The papa of so much of our modern zombie genre. It was fantastic. Sometimes for the wrong reasons (the first zombie that we encounter is just an old-looking guy who seems to hunch a lot, the make-up is very basic, and it switches from day to night and back again several times.) but so often for all the right ones (we have some very capable main characters who act sensibly, which means I shout at the screen a lot less, we get great farmhouse zombie killin's, and he entirely rocks the "this is a zombie movie, no, it is not gonna end happily.).
That sentence was far too long and rambly, but that IS how I speak, and I was just nearly assasinated by a tiny sugary sweet, so... you can deal.
Back on point, Night of the Living Dead is so great. It lets me say "They're coming for you Barbara" in a very creepy voice. It let K and myself pretend to be Barbara in shock and take 10 minutes to walk the twenty feet to the shop, because we had to stop and hug every pillar and wall because we were frightened. :D
It's just one of my favourite moves now and everyone should watch it with a friend or seven.

Last but not least: Dawn of The Dead. Yes, it's a remake. No, I have not seen the original. I just like this one. It makes me jump. It makes me squeak. It makes my heart speed up, makes me shout at the screen and makes me hide behind big men (Thanks again, K.). This is what I want from a modern zombie movie. It was also funny, had some very decent special effects, and didn't have a trite Hollywood ending. (it very nearly did though, dockside goodbye, I'm looking at you! *shakes fist*).



Altogether, zombie night, and fort oart 1, was a total success. Fort part 2 just wrapped up today, and I shall update about that tomorrow after my brain fully processes it.
Teaser: It features bite marks and bruises, a double bed mattress, LOTS of wine, a world record breaking attempt, and more horror movies.

Talk to you tomorrow lovelies.

With love, from my fingertips to yours.
B.x

On a more serious note

I promise, there will be a nice fun blog tomorrow, all about my 42day cake and my zombie fort!
But right now, there's something I want to talk about.

Today's serious topic is: Sexuality.
Yes, that's right, that's what I want to talk about, the subject 2nd only to religion, in terms of being most likely to offend. So if this offends you, I apologise, it's only my feelings, they don't have to be yours.

I live my life pretty much in line with the hippocratic oath, the one that everyone knows, First, do no harm. That is all I care about whne it comes to judging other people's lives. If they do no harm to themselves or other people, then I couldn't care less what they do. Whether they love themselves, someone of the same sex, the opposite sex, or anywhere inbetween, love is love, and is a beautiful thing.

What I have a problem with currently, is other people's unwillingness to accept this. I am bisexual, and proudly so, But for some reason, this is seen as being a less valid sexuality than others.
People not understanding it: fine. People being privately unhappy about it: fine. But people choosing to abuse or insult me because of who I love, is just as wrong when I love people of both sexes, than if I just loved one.

Bisexuality seems to be devalued by everybody, not just by heterosexuals, but by homosexuals as well. I've been told that I was:
a) Just slutty
b) Just greedy
c) Still in the closet
and most hurtfully
d) A disgrace to real lesbians.

I have to admit, I get the most upset by this, when gay or lesbian people are hurtful towards me, I even stayed away from Pride for fear of being shouted at like I had been before. Being told to "pick a side" or that I must really only like one sex, and the others are just pretend.

Well, I have had meaningful relationships with women. Not just kissed them for attention. Not just slept with them because I wanted to seem cool. There have been women who I have fallen head over heels in love for, who have broken my heart and who I am still not over.

I have also had meaningful relationships with men. Not just because they're acceptable. Not because I couldn't get a woman. Because I appreciated them as people and I wanted to be with them.

Currently, I am in love with a man. He is fantastic, he makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he frequently makes me smack him upside the head for his awful awful puns, he makes me go weak at the knees. I love him, and I want to be with him. Should this render my past love invalid?

Which sex have I been only pretending to love, because both have made me unbelieveably happy, and both have broken my heart. Which of these isn't real? Because I stand by my past relationships, none of them were perfect, but I'll be damned if any of them were less than 100% real.

I'm writing all this here, becuase I am one of those people who can't have a concise answer as soon as someone insults them or hurts them. I blush and I stammer and I usually just back away. So from now on, if this happens, I intend to hand someone a card with this web-link on it, and hope that this post is answer enough.

This is one I really would love to hear people's opinions on. So, whether I know you or not, contact me about this one.

With love,

From my fingertips to yours.

B. x

Explanation time...

Well, my first post was rather long, and rambly, yet told you quite little about me.

Unless, of course, you're Sherlock Holmes (I <3 him so very very much, books, movie and recent BBC adaption too). In which case you'd already know everything about me, including the fact that I'm still in my slippers at noon. (They're comfy Sherlock! Stop judging me!)

However, I shall go ahead and guess that the majority of people who stumble across this, are not likely to be Sherlock Holmes, so here, have a little insight into how I think.

Explanation of my Blog name

I figure this is a good place to start, whenever I look at anyone's blog I always want to know why they chose their name and what it means to them, or if they just threw random letters together.

I promise, this won't be anything like yesterday's rambling mess. There are 2 parts to the name, and 2 reasons for each. 4 reasons. I shall even put them in little bullet points to make things easier (and because I love bullet points).

Cheesecake:
My cousin/best friend calls me cheesecake, so really, this is a question of why she does that.

• Cheesecake is delicious. I make delicious cheesecake. 

•  Cheesecake is the 40's/50's term for the pin-up style photography, which is pretty much my entire sense of style and something I really love.

*See, half-way through, not so hard, was it*

Ink:
This one's far simpler and far less personal.

• I love writing, always have, and hopefully always will do. I am always writing something, which ranges from songs, to poetry, to sketches, to novels, to scripts. I handwrite a first draft (and usually a 2nd, 3rd and 4th) of everything before it gets typed, and I love to use a fountain pen to do so.

• Tattoos. I think they're beautiful, and sexy and a form of artistic expression when done well. 

So, there we have it, a little insight into me, and how my brain works. I'd be interested in seeing what you can infer from this, because, to be honest, now I am picturing my readers as Sherlock Holmes, and I quite like it. :P

So, ask me some questions, figure me out, or tell me stuff about you.

Much love,
From my fingertips to yours,
B. x

Been meaning to do this for a while....

As my title would suggest, I've been meaning to start a blog for a while.

Specifically after reading all of http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ (which is excellent, and made me cry until I laughed, and then made me cry with laughter until my brain hurt and I had to hide my laptop from myself), I decided I'd start this, and spent a while thinking of all the amusing and insightful and wonderful things I would say, and then today happened.

Today was a day which started out quite well.
I managed to wake up at 8am, and feel all proud of myself for being awake all early like a functioning member of society (rather than the failed student that I currently am). The problems started when I got out of bed.
 My lower back then spasmed and died. And now appears to be an undead fiend which gnaws upon my spine whenever I am anything other than completely vertical or horizontal. What on earth was I doing to cause such horrendous injury to myself?
Sleeping.
I was sleeping.
Somehow in my sleep I was doing complicated acrobatics, I can only assume. So, yes, my back is injured and angry.

Then I got the letter I have been waiting for, for about 3 weeks now.
3 weeks ago, I had an interview for a job in a clothes shop, which I really need right now.
I am entirely broke, living back at home, and need money to even be able to finish my college course.
Now normally, I can deal with rejection letters fine, however, this time, I had spend the three weeks waiting for the letter being told that I would hear within the next few days, then the next few days, and then the next... all the while, the manager of the shop strongly hinting that I would get the job.



These two things combined to make today turn out spectacularly shite.



Or so I was feeling until just about now.
Now I am in my boyfriend's house along with his fantastic housemates. We are all sitting around and talking and internetting. Whilst watching How I Met Your Mother, and talking about Doctor Who. And planning our Hallowe'en. This has just made my day so much nicer. I have gone from feeling terrible and in pain, to feeling hopeful and happy and cuddly. Quite cuddly actually.



So, to turn my first post from a nasty rant, into the fun thing that it should be, here is the list of things that my boyfriend's housemates and I have been shouting at each other, or just repeating randomly.


1: "Woop!" This is more of a noise than an actual word, but it's become our multi-purpose word for everything.
"Please get out of my way" = "Woop!"
"I nearly fell over" = "Woop!"
"My toast is ready!" = "Woop!"
Agh! There's a giant flying spider which is trying to attack me! Please help!" = "Woop!"


Just about any sort of sentence has just been shortened into one "Woop!" noise.



2: "Moum! Parp!" These two words are also a direct quote from a recent blogpost by H+1/2, which made everyone laugh hysterically for quite some time.They now also get shouted to each other from various ends of the house.



The best combination of these 2 sayings was when myself and a female housemate, went to a huge shopping centre with 2 of the male housemates from here.
Us girls got ourselves separated from the boys, by wandering around, and getting distracted by dresses we could alter for Hallowe'en, and woolly jumpers, and shiny Urban Decay makeup...
After wandering for a long time, we realised that, we should probably meet back up with the boys, upon realising this, we also came to the realisation that, in fact, neither of us had our phones.
So, this lead us to continue to wander aimlessly, looking for them. We reasoned that we'd probably have a better chance of attracting their attention, by shouting for them. Instead of shouting either of their names, we decided that we should use our "house calls" to summon them.
Which lead to two, twenty year old girls, wandering around a large shopping centre, shouting "Woop!", "Moum!" and "Parp!"...



This is probably a good place to leave it for now, as my brain is geting rather muzzy and I am beginning to ramble...


If anyone reads this, I apologise, I'll try to be more cohesive from now on....


Much love,

From my fingertips to yours,

B. xx


P.S. Warning:
Yes, I will swear.
Yes, I will ramble.
Yes, I will make lists.
Yes, I will respond to comments and questions.
Yes, I will do my best to update regularly and keep it interesting.

Sweet dreams internet.