having trouble with the right words, but you tell me with your eyes

The other day a co-worker showed me the trailer for 50 Shades of Grey. I said it looked intense and she agreed. She asked if I had ever read it, and I answered "no, but a lot of my friends have". I'm not a book snob, I don't point out books saying that they are horrible. But I don't think I'll ever read 50 Shades of Grey. Because I've only heard that it's basically a bad fan fiction, and I've read enough of those. What's scary, is the sudden popularity of the trilogy(?). Not only grown ups have read them, but teenagers. And believe it or not, books have influential powers. Yesterday I came across this post on Tumblr about the movie, and I just think it's so true. "Now, we have a film that is expected to be a huge box-office success, and will likely convince countless more young women that it’s okay not to have any autonomy in a relationship, that a man is allowed to control them entirely. It will also show many young men that women are theirs to play with and dominate, thus contributing to antiquated patriarchal values and rape culture" (1). Sorry for this ramble, but I don't think people realise the importance in the influence of books. Good on you if reading these books will make you more open for new things. But for some people who are young, more insecure and unsure of themselves- they might think "oh, so that's how I have to be in order to please". Anyway, I woke up around 8:30 am today, and it's been nice sleeping a bit more than usual. I stayed in bed and read a few fan fictions, before my dad knocked on the door. "C'mon let's go drive," he said. I got out of bed, had my brekkie, and then we went to drive. This time it was the car with manual transmission, and when I got into the car I was a bit unsure if I actually remembered how to drive it at all. Today I practised changing gears and parking. I still can't see how I'm supposed to manage to pass a driver test, like ever. Anyway, once we got home, I very nearly crashed one of the side-mirrors into the garage. But it went well in the end, and I'm happy about today's progress. Throughout the whole day thus far, it's been lighting and thunder. And for a bit there was a lot of rain, in which Monchita and I decided to go run around in the garden. I put on my bikini and ran outside to the grass where Monchita and I did some gymnastics whilst looking at the lightning. My mum was shouting for us to come back inside, and in the end I did because it was getting a bit too chilly for me. I can't wait for Lynx and co to come this Friday. I want to chop off my hair so badly. Once to change your hair regularly, I find that you long for change more often. I've only got four days left of work: tomorrow, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. And then I have just less than two weeks off. I think I might spend some time trying to make plans for Dublin, and then attempt to finish the Bridget Jones book. Oh and I think I might have a face mask tonight, just because "I'm worth it". Lols, have a great Sunday!