pretty star the pony

OK OK, I'M BLOGGING.

sheesh, you guys think i don't have a life OUTSIDE of cyberspace??

DON'T ANYONE DARE ANSWER THAT QUESTION.

remember enid blyton? whatever happened to her? i mean, i used to read her books like, ALL THE TIME... then again, that was about... 6, 7, years ago? crap, that just reminded me i'll actually be able to LEGALLY watch MA rated movies. yes, i realize how sad that sounds.

anyway, i used to just read and read and read enid blyton, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. i remember i had about.. i dont know, ten of her books... maybe more. but our tiny school library had WAAAAAAY more and i just took them out and READ AND READ AND READ. FINE, say that i'm a nerd. i used to read abridged versions of lots of classics as well. believe it or not, i've actually read great expectations, by charles dickens. who cares if there was a picture on every other page.

i remember this one enid blyton book i had. it was called 'pretty star the pony'. how profoundly juvenile. i read that one so many times, i dont know why. i also had "teddy with the kite tail" or something like that and lots of other ones with pixies and brownies. at the time, the word 'brownies' to me meant little creatures who looked like pixies but were slightly different [courtesy of enid blyton]. now, they mean those brown edible chocolatey cake/cookie things that my mum can make so well.

the best use of 'pretty star the pony' came one night when i was feeling scared and insecure about my parents not being home. and my sister started being all annoying. bear in mind i was about... 5. she annoyed me, so i picked 'pretty star the pony' up, and i banged it into her head.

she cried.

so did i.