Saturday, December 26, 2009

What follows will be a mixture of nonsensical rambling, fangirling and in some parts, actual analysis.

I didn't care that I went alone. It didn't matter to me at all. I was so damn excited. Beyond words. This entire year, everything I've read, the research into the books and the characters, the images I've collected, the clips I've watched - all of it has been leading up to this.

I loved it. It sure as hell didn't let me down. I was hooked inside of the first two minutes, and at points I didn't even realise I was clenched up until I let out my next breath. It was different. And screw all you people who just want to scrunch your face up and say that they've ruined the books and the stories - it's an adaption. Of course it's not going to be exactly the same as the books. Anyway, there almost certainly has to be a sequel, they talked too much and there were too many nods, hints and moments about Moriarty for there not to be.

"Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts."
It did, however, include dialogue from the novels - which made me grin - slotting them in so that you'd barely notice they'd already been written and read a million times before.

It had comedy, which was fantastic. But not in a stupid, slapstick way. It was clever with it, and all of it was necessary in the bigger picture. As with Holmes, everything is done for a reason. Even if it includes exploring his mastery of disguises or testing sleeping drugs on the dog.

The soundtrack was (and is) brilliant. It's been done by Hans Zimmer, so what do you expect? I ran pretty much from the cinema to HMV after the film to buy it, and I'm listening to it right now. The cinematography was gorgeous. It looked stunning, especially the night scenes on the river.

"Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent."
And obviously I can't write about the film without bringing up Robert Downey Jr. You can really tell he had fun with the character. He poured bits of himself into the character. He was funny, he was clever, he had all the little characteristics that make a good Holmes and he certainly looked the part. I love him. I just do. He was just what you want in your Holmes, totally reckless but completely brilliant.

The costumes were gorgeous, the props were brilliant, the stunts were fabulous but most of all the characters were believable. I don't know if that's just because it's me saying it, but it was just a fantastic, fun film.

The only problem with it was the fact that it ended. I'll DEFINATELY be going to see it again.

But for now, I'm happy knowing I was the first one, on national release day, in Guy Ritchie's home town (Hatfield) to buy a ticket for Sherlock Holmes.

Friday, December 25, 2009


Oh my God.

With the MASTER and the CRYING and the wonderful, wonderful BERNARD CRIBBINS and DONNA REMEMBERING and the TIME LORDS and OH MY GOD.


[Coherant write up soon when I start breathing again.]

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

This is not a blog post.

This is a watch-this-amazing-video post.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Laura's Birthday Party Pictures!
(The better ones out of the selection, trust me.)

(L to R): Merlin, Sandy and Merlin, Monica:
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(L to R): Sandy opening presents.
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(L to R): Sandy and Jack, Absent!Caitlin and Jack.
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(L to R): Sandy opening presents, party people.
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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Post-Screaming Iron Man 2 Trailer Analysis

Upon the announcement of Iron Man 2, a lot of people seemed despondent, and worried that it wasn’t possible for Jon Favreau to recreate the same mix of action and comedy that he’d done last summer. Iron Man was one of the most successful comic book movies in recent years and it was always going to be difficult to emulate that success.

However, the long-awaited trailer for Iron Man 2 has silenced those fears, and has set off the far too long 140 plus day countdown for what is surely going to be one of the highest grossing movies of 2010.

Right from the off, we are reminded of the perfect, hilarious and laid-back approach that Tony Stark has to the world – “We’re safe. America is secure. You want my property? You can’t have it! But I did you a big favour; I have successfully privatised world peace.” – followed by the rock star style peace signs that prove to us all that Tony Stark is still the playboy billionaire that we fell in love with in the first film.

Fans of the Tony and Pepper will they/won’t they rapport (myself included) are thrilled to see that Favs seems to have explored their relationship further, playing with the humorous dynamic that we know Robert Downey Jr can do so damn well. “Okay, give me a smooch for good luck, I might not make it back” suggests that the two of them have moved beyond the boss/personal assistant trap and are now open for possibilities. This is proved seconds later by Pepper’s kiss of the helmet, and Tony’s comical “You complete me!” as he leaps from the plane, echoing the “I don’t have anyone, but you” conversations in Iron Man.

I can’t explain how much I love the character of Tony Stark. I mean, the guy arrives to his own Stark Expo in his Iron Man suit, only to step out of it, on stage, and be wearing a tuxedo underneath it – “Oh, it’s good to be back!” – Indeed it is, Mr Stark, indeed it is. And my God, did I miss you.

Of course, we can’t have 2 and a bit hours of Tony flying around and charming every woman he finds, as much as we’d like that. Up to the plate steps Mickey Rourke as Whiplash. Rumour has it that Rourke visited Russian prisons and talked to inmates in order to gain an understanding of his character. “There will be blood in the water, and the sharks will come.” – and soon enough, Whiplash has arrived on the scene, well, actually it’s the Monaco Grand Prix race course, and wreaks havoc with his deadly whips, powered by his own miniaturized arc reactor.

And then we get what we all go and see these movies for: the explosions. Stark’s F1 car with the nose smashed off (thank you, Mr Whiplash), flipping through the air, rows and rows of cars being blown up under an onslaught of gunfire, I mean, seriously cool looking stuff.

As if it couldn’t get any better, the trailer ends with what many fans have been waiting for – the teaming up of Iron Man (Tony Stark) and War Machine (Rhodey). As if they knew that the shot of their helmets closing in canon was going to make us giddy, Favs decides to give us a sneaky peak at their combined power, War Machine with his many, many guns and Iron Man with his own bad-ass weaponry, ripping the crap out of what looks like an army of chunky Iron Man suit clones.

And there you have it. The trailer that we’ve all been waiting for. Or I have, anyway. A cast of big names, lead of course by the ever gorgeous and brilliant Robert Downey Jr, with the returning Gwyneth Paltrow on top form as Pepper. The new names; Don Cheadle replaces Terrence Howard as Rhodey, Mickey Rourke as the aforementioned Whiplash, Scarlett Johansson as the devious Black Widow, Sam Rockwell as Tony Stark’s industrial rival Justin Hammer, and Samuel L. Jackson as the head of S.H.I.E.L.D, Nick Fury.

May 7th people, clear the date in your diaries. I know I am.

No words, just shaking and screaming.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Instead of redrafting my Death of a Salesman coursework retake, I have:

- Listened to this morning's Chris Moyle's show on iPlayer (still doing so).
- Contemplated the size, layout, design and input for my diary for next year.
- Eaten a huge dinner of giant pigs in blankets and chicken pie and mash.
- Spent a long time on the Abercrombie and Fitch website.
- Called Ruddles 'baldy-leg'. Because he has a baldy leg due to his snippage today.
- Stared impassively at the crap state of my bedroom.
- Packed my bag for tomorrow.
- Decided I'm not really looking forward to tomorrow. At all.

Now I'll either watch a film, read or just go to bed. Life sucks at the moment.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

So I've finished my Othello redraft, and I've just completed the final draft of my Media essay. I seem to have accidentally boosted it from two and a half pages to a nice, fat four. Good luck teachers, hahahaa.

Now I have a really bad back ache from leaning over my laptop for the whole afternoon.

I was in town earlier with Mum, and I managed to get presents for a couple of people. I'm quite proud of my present buying skills, so I hope these people are happy. It was packed though, and I really don't fancy going up there again, though I suppose I'll have to.

Also, Dark Star just did another wee in the house, and Ruddles loses his gentlemen's region tomorrow.

Fun times here, I tell you.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

We are having television issues. And by that, I mean the signal is being crap. Which means we only had BBC One, BBC Two and the CBBC channels. Until I just fiddled with it (trying to help, like I was asked) and now we don't have anything at all. Wonderful.

Also, Mum just labelled me a 'boring old fart' because I don't want to go out tonight. I'm in every night. I don't mind being in, Laura doesn't mind that I'm not going out, so why should anyone else care? Why should they? So now I'm in the wrong. No doubt anything else that happens tonight will also be my fault. I suppose this is me being a martyr. Wonderful.

I did my Othello redraft. It took nearly all afternoon. But it's done. You'd think this was a good thing, but no, I still have to do my even worse Death of a Salesman essay and my Media essay. Also, I was told on Friday I should probably do some more work on my Media practical.

What a fantastically rubbish day yesterday was. In Drama Lillie and I thoroughly embarrassed ourselves by prancing around on stage in suits with bras over the top. No one in our group spoke and the audience were just staring at us as if we'd just announced we were in support of some radical racist group. And then in Media I got told my coursework mark (so far) and it put me in the worst, most depressed mood for the rest of the lesson and then the journey home. The guy next to me, who hasn't even done a first draft of the bloody essay, got a higher mark than me.

Yes. It was that bad.

So really, I'm not in a fabulous mood. At all. And I'm sorry if I take it out on anyone because I'm trying fairly hard to keep it contained. I suppose it's weird that the only place I can really rant is online, in this blog. And it's not really private at all.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

I am tired, very very tired.

I didn't seem to get much done over the weekend, which made me feel incredibly underprepared for this week. I did my Sylvia Plath essay on Sunday, and gave it in today. I finished my two Drama question things but they are in for Friday. I'm supposed to be doing research into epic poetry. I only just remembered.

Dad has gone up to Gma's for a few days so it's just me, Ma and Neil, and the cats, here right now. I've done washing up and stuff, Neil claimed that he 'forgot' to do the rubbish this morning which roughly translates as 'could've done it, but couldn't be bothered'. So thanks, you know? Thanks for the help. I imagine I've done the rubbish wrong which means Ma will get home after a hard day at work and have to do more jobs. Which only makes me feel worse.

As a result of Pa being away, I had to walk to Sandringham this morning, which meant I had to get up super early and be out of the house by quarter to eight. Ergh. And it wasn't even like it was a particularly inspiring lesson. The first bit of dialogue that was exchanged was:

Gary: Have you marked our practical coursework?
Samuels: Well, me and Miss Ashton gave it a mark.
Mark: And? Where they alright?
Samuels: Not great.

Peachy. And now I have to do super loads of work on my written essay before next week which is deadline day. So, you know, crap.

Also I'm beginning to panic ever so majorly and silently over Drama. In a double lesson, the first session will be spent discussing ideas, and the second will be spent discussing actually getting up and doing some work. Which we don't really do. So I'm stressing because we have so little time it's a joke. We have this week, next week and then four weeks and then we perform. I just get the feeling we're not taking it seriously. Check out the hypocrisy right there.

Goodbye, all.

Sunday, December 6, 2009


The Dragon from Merlin has taken over dinner.
Oh no, whatever shall we do?

Saturday, December 5, 2009

I am not procrastinating. Procrastination is the putting off of work to a later time. I attempted work, and simply found I could not continue. I know what I have to do. There is just something very demoralising about having to go through two essays you'd previously handed in, thinking 'oh yeah, I'm quite happy with these', with the pages literally covered in red pen.

And by the way teachers, the note 'why?' is not helpful. Neither is 'say more here'. If I knew why, or what else to say, I would have done it in the first draft.

I also have two Drama essays to write, and a Sylvia Plath essay to do. Oh yeah, and my third Media draft. On top of those two coursework redrafts.

So no, I am not procrastinating. I am waiting for my brain to kick into gear.

In the meantime, I dropped the heaviest part of my laptop cable (the box bit with the light) onto my toe, which is now bleeding and hurts very much. Also, I'm getting my hair cut at four, and then it's Merlin tonight.

And usually I'd have all my work done by Merlin, so right about now, I feel like a total flunk.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

Yessss! OMG! ♥

I think I'm coming down with something.

My throat was an accurate copy of that advert where the man's neck has been replaced with a power saw. My nose is running, my eyes sting and I'm getting a cough. It's really not very pleasant. So I've been drinking lots of lemsips and watching Merlin and Misfits and listening to Mumford and Sons and it's helping.

In Drama on Tuesday, the Brigade and I were sitting in the Tech Foyer, where the 6th Form loos are situated. Every so often, a guy would go in, and come straight back out again. We thought this was a bit odd, so Ed went and had a look to see what the problem was. He came out, straight away with a look of complete disgust on his face, and quickly made his way back over to where we were sitting. It turned out that someone had done a poo in one of the urinals. We didn't go into details, obviously, but the story gets worse. Just as the end-of-day bell rang, the cleaner turned up, entered the boy's loo and her face literally sank. She then said 'Oh shit'. Indeed my dear, indeed it was.

We attempted to learn the Cha Cha Cha in ballroom dancing this morning. I sucked. Majorly. Also, Mrs Dean had a chat with me this morning about setting myself target deadlines for my English coursework. It looks like I have a thrilling weekend ahead of me.

I've also been experimenting with my hair, and ending up with styles which (in my opinion) look quite nice but which I would never, ever actually go outside with. Which is a shame, but there you go.

I felt as though I should blog, seeing as I haven't done for a while. Here, have a lovely picture of Natalie Portman looking proper stunning.

Monday, November 30, 2009

You know when you just love a song? Like some people love the movie The Notebook, and some people love Starbucks Frappucinos?

That is how much I love this song. It is, quite simply, perfection.

Sunday, November 29, 2009


Saturday, November 28, 2009

"It is destiny, my love.
Destiny and chicken.
What a beautiful combination, eh?"

Aaaah, I love Saturday evenings.
Especially Merlin.
Particularly Arthur ♥

Lasagne for tea :)

Friday, November 27, 2009

Hello, all. It's Friday, and I have an inset day. Which is lovely and all, except when you're woken up at nine in the morning by builders using power saws and hammers across the road. Hmph.

Just thought I'd blog to say I've finished my Media Practical Production coursework. It's all saved on Ashton's USB pen because the printer didn't feel up to co-operation yesterday. So that should be all printed/laminated/sent off etc. on Monday or Tuesday I'm not quite sure. I had a nice little moment yesterday when the IT man at Sandringham came over, saw my work and laughed. I'm yet to work out whether it was a good or a bad laugh.

I have a bit of a stiff neck this morning, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do today other than write a letter to Gma and make my own dinner and then go to Katie's for another holiday meeting at eight. In between that? I don't know. Maybe some work? I doubt it.

I've got a big stack of books next to my bed which I intend to read. I'm on the second book of a trilogy about the young Prince Arthur which are very good and the third one is waiting for me, as well as A Million Little Pieces by James Frey and Exposure by Mal Peet. I think Frankenstein may have to do a wait.

Not sure what else to say except bye.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Katie's 18th Birthday Party.
(I imagine you'll get it right away, but in case you don't, the theme was the sea. Laura and I went as the mariner and the albatross from the Coleridge poem 'Rime of the Ancient Mariner'. About two people understood our costumes.)








Friday, November 20, 2009

I am in Media right now.

The boys are talking about dodgy and enlarged nipples.

The girls are talking about teenagers with babies and making the point that if they were the father they'd want something to do with the baby. I mean, what if the mother were putting the infant in 'grim clothes'? Clearly a much more important issue than food, growth, education and all that rubbish.

I'm sitting at the back, with a whacking headache, writing this. I've forgotten my USB pens, so I have nothing to work with when it comes to coursework.

However, I am looking forward to coffee and possible nibbles later with Laura and Caitlin.

Gary and Sam have just gone to the quadrant to get cakes (I doubt I'll get any because I'm not 'cool enough') and the second hour of Media education will begin. Farewell...

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Hate to say it, but I do prefer a slightly more ~ahem formal look to my blog.

Hence, new banner and lovely Bradley James in his own little section over there.

I've done more tidying today (shocking, I know), I did under my desk and I probably should win some kind of war medal for it because it was a flippin' mission to get through it all. But it's done, and my next job is the top of my desk.

I got some news today and I'm unsure as of yet whether it's good or bad. It certainly has traits which fit into either category, but we'll have to wait and see where it finally rests when I've made up my mind.

Right, Mr James?



Monday, November 16, 2009

I actually had quite a productive English lesson today, and did a lot of highlighting and note taking. Of course, upon finding this, Zanny and I had to have a little fangirlie moment.


I also found out today who is in my devised group for my Drama exam this (and next) year.


Out of the Blood group, the Fire group, and the Forgiveness group, I'm quite glad (namewise) I have the badass Fire group.

How and why have we reverted back into year six stylee group naming? I was in the Critics group for English, and the Hexagon group in Maths, in case you were wondering.

Anyway, Ali wants us to be the FIRE BRIGADE, or just the Brigade for short.
The Forgiveness group have changed their sappy name to FRECKIN' JEMLL ('jemell' is the pronounciation I think. It's all their first initials).

So the Brigade for Drama this year is as follows:


Bring yo' fire. The Brigade will put it out. Hella' yeah.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

A review.

In a word: fantastic.
In a sentence: Several fantastic moments, but I was left with a feeling of slight disappointment regarding the first 45 minutes.

It was almost like, they built it up and built it up, and it became almost (as Laura said) cliche. I thought the first time we saw the waterpeople, they were pretty impressive, but as they continued to appear, and the more we saw of up close shots of the mouths and arms, it became too clear it was fuelled by water pump/garden hose stuff. Which sounds very cruel, and I suppose it's what some people enjoy about Doctor Who, but for an episode advertised as 'The beginning of the end', I felt it needed more, I don't know, 'umph'. If you know what I mean.

Oh, Mr Tennant. What are you trying to do to us fangirls? I felt that the Doctor himself only came into his own in the last 15 or so minutes, when he realises that he is 'the winner' so to speak, and it made it that much more heartbreaking at the end with his 'is it time?'

One of the most effective and prominent moments for me, was during the Doctor's walk from the base, and as Steffi played the recording of her family, which continued to play through the Doctor's helmet as we heard her change. Everything we felt as an audience was shown in his face.

The Doctor coming back to the base was an important moment, obviously, but his sudden, almost drastic, change of characteristics made it horrible to watch. Not in a bad way, I thought it was breathtaking, and I found myself asking where had my Doctor gone? Ten ended up building himself for his fall, which, when it came, was beautifully acted out.

That's what I love about Ten. His reluctance to admit his hurt, the way he hides behind this happy, hopeful facade ('isn't anyone going to thank me?!'), when of course we all know it's killing him (ahem), to know despite what he is saying about being the master of time, and having time do his bidding, that what he has done is still not right - 'The Time Lord Victorious is wrong.'

Christmas looks great, but seeing as I accidentally read the spoilers months ago, the suspense and shock for me was lost. Stupid, stupid self.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Okay, so the banner is changing to Arthur related sexyness because I felt it was necessary due to tonight's amazing episode of Merlin.

I mean, I got chills. It was some of the best TV I've seen in a long time, seriously.

I imagine we'll revert back to normality when the series ends.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Holy fried flapjacks. I am tired, and worried and stuck.

Tired because, well, I don't actually know why. It's not like I've been having a stressful week, what with Monday as normal then yesterday 'off' and today just doing the Gothic Film thing at Herts Uni. Maybe its because I'm trying to avoid doing things so I just think I'm tired.

Worried and stuck because Media is seriously an issue this year and I realised last night that I actually seem to have developed some kind of dislike for it, because all my teachers have changed and everyone in my class knows each other and I've been in the class for a year and I don't actually talk to anyone and I'm embarrassed by my work for God's sake. That's probably it. I have like, two weeks to do three promotional posters, and I don't even have freaking photography done yet. I'm so behind, and everyone else seems to know exactly what they're doing. I just hope my first draft essay was okay (I'll be okay with a C, seeing as Samuels said most first drafts at A2 level tend to suck). I have five days left (including today) of my free trials of Photoshop and InDesign, after that, I'll have to start going to Sandringham after school. I've done one sort of mock up, and I have text pretty much sorted but as far as graphics go, the work is seriously lacking.

But, I got paid for my cat-sitting, and last night I went to see The Men Who Stare At Goats with my parents, and I really enjoyed it. I recommend it. It's really, genuinely funny and it has George Clooney and Ewan McGregor in it so that's a reason to go and see it, if anything.


Monday, November 9, 2009


That is how long this has been in my head.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Happy Saturday Afternoon!

I'm slightly worried this weekend about a lack of work. I mean, I have a bit of work, and stuff I should be doing, but I have no essays or anything. Which is weird, in comparison to last week.

I've been cat-sitting a lovely kitty called Roula this week (well, since Wednesday), and I finished this morning. She's lovely. Yesterday I managed to 'borrow' a bus fair from Mother so I didn't have to walk to town and back like I did on Thursday (urgh). I got home after an exhausting day to a list of stuff to do on the kitchen table.

So I immediatly got to work, and made a nice banana loaf for pudding, brought the washing in when it began to spit and hung it up in the bathroom, and got on with making dinner for Neil and I. I was shattered by the time Ma and Pa got home, and watched Armstrong and Miller and went to bed.

In other news this week, our A2 Drama stimulus has been revealed as MATRICIDE. The act of killing one's mother. Cheery times ahead. Yesterday we were reading out research on it, and everyone read out a murder or weapons or something, which was super funny. Especially Mojo's.

In other news, Ma and Pa bought me lots of new clothes, we (the chums) decided on Lagos, Portugal as our holiday destination next year and I've realised that Tinchy Stryder makes some seriously good music.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

'Crying Men' by Sam Taylor-Wood.
I wish I'd been able to see this exhibition when it was opened in 2004.

(In order: Jude Law, Daniel Craig, Hayden Christensen)




(Most of the rest are here:

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Hey, it's a random and rare Tuesday post!

Today was loltastic. Drama was anyway. The subject which was my worst, and has now become my favourite. It was just hilarious the whole way through, intentionally or not. From being crushed in the centre of the room to reading out a stream of conciousness and then pretending to set up a year eleven prom - none of which sound particularly amusing in type - but in real life was blimmin' funny.

And hey, guess what? In Media, I changed my Practical Production. AGAIN! Only because Samuels and Ashton came and gave us a massive chat about how our first drafts really weren't at a good standard. So now I have 4 weeks only to produce 3 pages of practical showing clear improvment from last years coursework. The coursework I was only a couple of marks off full marks with. HOW ON EARTH IS THAT POSSIBLE? IT'S NOT. THAT IS THE ANSWER.

Anyway, it rained a lot today and I got some good news and some bad news together and I'm feeling stressed out but for no particular reason that I can put my finger on.

I shall leave you with my favourite quote of the day:

Ali: Yeah...and on its menstrual cycle it craps minstrels.
Liz and I: What?
Ali: Minstrels. On it's minstrel cycle.
Liz and I: For God's sake Ali!

Followed by lots of laughing.

ETA: When sleeping is your priority [taken last night, I'm half asleep, ugh].


Sunday, November 1, 2009

Whaddup buddies, guess what?! This is my 200th blog post! According to my dashboard count anyway.

So, what can I do to celebrate?


It's at the end of an episode of Bones. Which I am totally into right now and desperatly want the next three seasons, because season five isn't out yet. It's totally brillo, does anyone else watch it?

All I've done this half term is work. Amazing, seeing as my work ethic is usually 'put it off until tomorrow', until I get to the lesson and she asks for an essay. So that's two pieces of coursework re-done, all my essays and a Curriculum-Pointless comic strip for Drama. Don't ask.

I still haven't done any more Practical Production, which is annoying but I just don't know what I'm going to do. I am stuck. Stucko. I am a stuckee. Neither have I done my Personal Statement. I know, I know...I'll do it on Wednesday afternoon methinks.

However, good times this week include Doctor Who Night on Monday-Tuesday, where we ate Dalek and Cyberman head shaped Pizza and TARDIS cake. Also with loltastic conversations and episodes of both classic and 'modern' Doctor Who.

On Friday night was Zanny's Anti-Hallowe'en Party, where I dressed up as Buffy with Anne as Dru and Laura as Spike. We had to cut down under a freaky ass bridge and I had to go first as I was wielding a kick ass stake (cricket wicket). We watched Bring It On and played cool games and wore glow sticks and span sparklers around.

And for the rest of today, I shall probably finish season one of Bones, maybe have a bath and enjoy a lovely dinner of sausage and roast things.


Thursday, October 29, 2009

I was walking back from Rachel's last night, and I'd just turned down Colney Heath Lane and I saw up ahead of me an old person. I wasn't sure if it was a man or a woman (because of the dark and the fact they were wrapped up against the cold). Anyway, I was walking along at a pretty brisk pace because I was listening to music and I wanted to get home quickly because I knew I might be a bit late for dinner.

I was wearing boots which make a clicky noise on the ground, and they were obviously echoing down the empty street, and as I slowly got closer to this person, they began to walk faster too. They were walking exactly the same way as me, turning down my street in the end, and as I walked behind, minding my own business and enjoying some Kasabian or whatever they burst into a brief jog. They stopped jogging, but remained at a faster pace than before a way ahead of me.

And then a thought struck me. Did they think I was following them? This continued all the way home. I'd keep walking at my pace, and the elderly person would break into short jogs when they realised I was getting closer.

I realise I may have sounded a bit ominous, in the dark with my shoes clacking on the empty pavement - but I felt even worse for this old person. I mean, it suddenly became horribly obvious to me the effect we have on other people nowadays. I get freaked out when I walk home and I see people standing up ahead of me, or walking behind me, especially in the dark. I don't know what else to say really, other than what an unfriendly environment we now live in, where people's fight or flight response kicks in on an empty street at 6:15 on a Wednesday evening.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Yesterday, Mother and I did some lovely Mummsie-Daughter baking. Here are the results.
Mother did sponge etc. and icing mixing and I picked the icing colours and smearing onto the cakes and also decoration. They taste lush and tough titties because you can't have any.

Tomorrow, I'm making a lemon sponge and butter cream TARDIS cake. Fo' real, get jiggy jiggy.

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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Right now, it's 10:06 on Saturday morning. Don't ask me why I'm awake, I don't know. It's half term though, so yay. Although I do have a Kilimanjaro sized amount of work to get through in the next week - thank you so much teachers! It's probably the result of having 2 teachers for all my subjects, I think they see it as an excuse to set us loads more work. This is my list:

- English Lit. - Coursework Re-takes (Othello and Death of a Salesman).
- English Lit. - Essay on the Gothic Theme (Comparing Dracula and Macbeth).
- English Lit. - Quotation sheet on Macbeth (One for Macbeth and one for the Witches).
- English Lit. - Read Frankenstein.
- Drama - Twelfth Night Act 4 Comic Strip.
- Drama - Answering four questions on Lysistrata.
- Media - Coursework Essay First Draft.
- Media - Continuation and Development of Practical Production.

So you see, a busy week ahead of me.

The majority of last week was pants.

The Tension Cake Bakery went all out on mass production in Drama, lovely Sticky Buns of Stress as well as Pain au Chocolats of Procrastination and Argumental Almond Slices. A delicious combination. Mhhmmm.

English was an interesting experience last week, for numerous different reasons. Mickey made chocolate krispies out of melted Mars Bar. They were a-meh-zen.

And Media was interesting, seeing as our teacher wasn't even there yesterday so I spent 2 hours sitting at a computer. Not doing much at all. Sandringham have juiced their proxy system so now I can't get onto LJ or anything. I couldn't even get onto the Empire site, or Wiki. Bah.

However, I finished Season Seven of Buffy, which means I have no more to watch. Which is vair sad, as it is immense. Now I have to finish Season 2 of Heroes before Tuesday, and then I can start watching Season One of Bones. It is a boxset bonanza.

Goodbye for now, from your natural raconteur, who still doesn't have those boots.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Holy Crapcakes.
I want I want I want. kasfhaoiuhlakJLjwe. Omgomgomgomg.

I'm supposed to be focusing on school work but now I can't stop thinking about these sexy beasts.


Too bad they're like, £175. Does anyone love me very much?

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Time for a catch-up post, methinks.

The last couple of weeks have been quite time-consuming. And when I say that, I mean, when I've not been at school I've been at home in my room watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. 'Ha, you loser!' you may cry, but alas, my friends, I've been having a blast and it is very comforting to know I can just unwind after a day at school with a snack and some soon-to-be-dust Vampires and lovely Spike action.

Okay, so Drama is a bit of both the last few weeks. I mean, Twelfth Night is great and all, but the fact we have to perform our scenes on Tuesday and we haven't even done extra rehearsals and we barely have a concept is causing me to have major panics. Fridays are cool, our (well, Laura's really) 'Runway Three' performance was brilliant, as she said, it was nice being in the keeno group for once. Lysistrata is cool, and we have some design work to do for Monday (I'm doing sound and costume designs) to 'highlight feminism in Lysistrata' or something like that. I don't have a group though, so Lord knows what I'll do this Monday.

English is fab. Macbeth is, anyway. I actually look forward to those lessons, with cakes and Macbeth-related videos obviously created in 90's. The other week, we watched one with Rhys Ifans in a garish jeans and more jeans combo which made him look like a plonk, and the rest of us laugh. Also lessons are good with the cakes. Acting out being witches around an absent cauldron and chanting - 'Hooblay, Booblay, Toil and Troublay, Fire Burn and Cauldron Booblay' - was definately the highlight of this last week. Also with the cakes.

The only issue is really with Media. Which is irritating. The fact we only have 4 hours a week of face-time with our teachers, 3 of which are theory hours means that we only have 1 hour for practical production. I have to get my first draft in by Friday, and I don't have any photos to put on the page, and even if I did it wouldn't matter because I don't know for the life of me how to manipulate photos on Photoshop anyway, never mind InDesign. So right now, I'm trying to download the 30-day free trials in order to teach myself how to use the programmes when the time comes.

Next week is going to be busy busy, what with Spike/Giles Night on Tuesday, the Talent Show on Wednesday and a possible trip to see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus on Monday.

That's basically what's been happening with life and all. I'll lead you out with pointless quotes and in-jokes.

'ATTRACTIVE *does 360 spin*'
'Made hasty toilet, and left.'
'If I'd known you were coming, I'd have baked a cake.'
'He could pull a bunny out of a hat.' 'Why would you do that?!'

Also, Kwitties together! Yay! Joy! Hallelujah!


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

No blogs for a while because I've been spending all my free time watching Buffy.

Also today, I bought lots of moisturiser and face products in order to have, erm, softer skin? and, er, an exfoliated face? All that stuff. Anyway I feel like someone just sneezed on my body, in a lovely, softening way.

On the bus we sat at the top (double decker) and there were loads of chavs and someone had done a vom on the back seats where unfortunately we sat until the chav girl who wasn't laughing like someone with WKD instead of blood like the others told us and we moved. Eurch. We were vom-free however, so that's good.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

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I don't think there is anything left to say.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

I have not blogged for a while, eh?

If I'm honest, I'll say that I don't actually know why. I mean, it's not like I'm doing anything productive of late.

I'm on Season Five of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and enjoying it very much. Sad Spike is saddening (or perhaps depressing is a better term) because we all know that we would totally pounce on him in a second if we had the choice and why can't Buffy see it yet? I mean, it's not like Riley is badass and has blonde hair and wears lots of black and generally has an air of supreme coolness about him, he is, as Spike pointed out - Captain Cardboard.

Anyway 'tis all merry in the land of Buffy, and also Heroes, which I am getting back into as I gradually ease my way back into Season Two. The season which turned many people off the show, because Maya is so freakin' irritating and what the hell is Peter doing in Ireland with a bunch of blokes with crap accents? Things are on the up and up though, Nathan finally shaved off his fugly hobo beard.

Ruddles went missing the other night, to cut a long story short - he vanished, wasn't in the oven, everyone freaked out and then he came in covered in poop or something. But he's back, which is the important thing. He had everyone worried for a moment back then. Good thing we don't panic in a crisis.

It wasn't quite how I'd envisioned spending my Monday night; my hands clamped round a squirming kitten's forearms and head whilst Mother holds his torso and legs and Father wipes shit off his faloola with an old wet wipe. Hmm.

So I've taken to locking myself away in my bedroom (which is slowly getting tidier-wahay) because frankly I've gotten sick of standing downstairs with a certain Father who, and I've noticed lately, looks at me like I'm an idiot and should know the 'obvious' thing to be doing. The 'obvious' thing, which is never the 'obvious' thing, believe me. Anyway, I'm tired of being the one who stands silently in the corner of the kitchen whilst he storms around doing everything like no one else has ever had a really tough time because honestly, I have and I think if you knew quite the extent of it someone wouldn't speak to me as if my questions are ridiculous and a toddler would know the answer because it's so bloody OBVIOUS *breathes* even though I'm standing RIGHT HERE willing to HELP. Also - why am I always the one who has to start the conversation? And even then I don't get a constructive answer, just a grunted 'yes', 'no' or 'I suppose'. Just ask how my day was, or if there are any good films out or SOMETHING, I don't know. It's not my job to be quiz master for all eternity.

Okay - that was weird. Serious non-stop typing straight from the old noggin there.

Hospital, Lady in Black and possibly Doctor Parnassus all next week, whoop de wait for it doop.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

and this Photobucket and a pub lunch tomorrow = wonderful distractions.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

EDIT: Blog post deleted. Everything saved, all taken into account. Thanks muchos for the advice, it will be acted upon etc.

Feeling a little sheepish right about now. Like that emoticon where you press :$

Love to all, ♥

Sunday, September 27, 2009

This morning, I made a cake. It is chocolate, with chocolate cream. So a chocolate cake.
It will be devoured at 4. But not the whole thing, because that would be disgusting.

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Saturday, September 26, 2009

I had a truly bizzaro dream last night. I was sitting in English, next to the wall on the front row and Laura on the other side, and Mrs Dean was having a massive go at us, and I looked down and on the table was a photo of a massive sleeping panda surrounded by like, a million baby sleeping pandas and I burst into tears and Mrs Dean yelled some more. I went into the back playground bit, near the gazebo, and ended up somehow in my back garden, at the very bottom, where someone had built a swimming pool. Someone had filled it with really dirty brown water and there were four ducks swimming in it and everyone was like 'thank God someone made this pool so beautiful' and I was like 'what are you talking about? It's disgusting and full of brown water and ducks' but I was ignored and then I went for a swim. The next thing that happened was that I woke up in our veranda, and I was holding a new born baby. I went out onto the patch of grass in front of the veranda and it started raining really heavily and I died.

Then I woke up and really needed to pee.

I don't know what happened to the baby.

Anyway, it's Saturday and I have an English essay or something to do and I don't think it has anything to do with pandas. Also, my jawline really hurts for no reason like after you blow up a balloon and it aches and you don't know why.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

This is a rare midweek post. In which I complain and moan and stress and ponder. Nothing changes.

UCAS is a bitch, end of. I mean, come on, I spent a good 2 and bit hours this morning writing 5 moderate/short paragraphs attempting to make myself sound interesting, when really all I achieved was a sense that I've just been wasting my time and that I'm generally going to have to pull off some kind of miracle, because as far as I can see...this year really isn't going to go well. You would not believe how difficult it is to make yourself sound interesting whilst writing about why you want to do a course in Film and Television Studies. If anything, I just came across as a lazy slob who spends all their time watching movies and stuff and won't go out and get a job or any kind of experience.

Oh wait. That is me. Joy of bloody joys.

And I also discoverd today there is no way in hell of hells that I'll get on the Kings College course (which looked so bloody amazing) because my predicted grades aren't good enough. For a while, I'd deluded myself into thinking that maybe I could have got AAB if I'd really tried. Clearly now, this won't happen.

On top of all this (by the way, kudos if you're still reading) due to other problems with grades/exams of times gone by, my choices of Universities really isn't very large. It looks at the moment like Aberystwyth or nothing. How on Earth I'm going to come up with 4 more is beyond me, it really is.

If I could just get myself sorted out, or if someone would just sit down and go through this whole thing with me (and I would go to Mrs Dean but everytime I try and talk to her, she just brushes me off) it would be muchos appreciated. And no offence to anyone, but I need an adult who's done it all fairly recently.

Cocking hell.

In other news, I'm having strange cravings for porridge and spaghetti bolognese (not together). Buffy is marvellous and I'm enjoying it very much. And tomorrow I have to be in first thing in order to rehearse music to movement so I can look even more of a plonk when we perform in Drama. AND I've got a practice test in Media.

Way-wait for it-Hay.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Good afternoon, campers. Here is the What-Happened-In-Jane's-Week blog.
Read, laugh, cry, hate, die, reborn, cow, grass, milk, burger.

So. This week has been okay, setting itself up for next week which I imagine will go tits up by day one.

Drama was a bit poo this week. As much as I want to enjoy what we are doing, to be honest, there's nothing that we've done that really makes me go - Oh Yeah, That Was Lolz Like. I mean, Lysistrata is funny and Twelfth Night is good and all...but I'm not having a laugh like I did last year. Which is a shame I guess. Anyway I'm 99% sure that next week is also going to be uber-pants due to major lack of organisation and the fact I suck at anything that involves music, movement or in fact, music to movement.
If people want to see a rythmically challenged girl rolling around on the floor at the back of the stage to hippie music, they'd go and see Michelle McManus slip over a turd in a health food store.

English is fabbo, I'm loving it. Dracula is bon and a laugh and basically we've deduced that Drackles only wants Harker as a bumchum and is jealous of the screeching baby munching harpees that try and bonk him in the night. Also, Mina's friend Lucy is a slut. Macbeth is my favourite lesson of the week, no challenge. On Wednesday we watched some bizarre interview with an actress who played a witch and in her play they were all on roller blades. Then we watched 'Macbeth on the Estate' featuring some incredibly unfortunate looking children and Ray Winstone in shorts.

Media seems to be a bit slow getting going this year. It's me and one other guy who do any of the essays set and one of the girls in my class claims to have no idea who Stephen Fry is. I know right? I have some good ideas about my coursework though...I just want to get going with it.

I bought some bangin' new headphones on Wednesday, although they made watching the episode of Buffy with the creepy demon in the hospital at 11 last night a lot more freaky. I finally have the Empire magazine for this month (I am disgusted at myself for not getting it sooner) and it's obviously brillo.

Liz's party on Tuesday!
I have Funky Town by Lipps Inc stuck in my head!

Oh, and thanks to all for the feedback on Trestle: A Journey. It's muchos appreciated. I just got off the phone with the Academy and they say we deffo have a shot at the Oscars next year. So you know, I'd better start writing a speech and picking a posh frock.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Saturday, September 12, 2009

What with the Caring is Sharing thing I did last week, I haven't done any actual blogging about my first week back at school. So here it is.

It was actually quite a lot of fun. I'm not sure at this point in time how long this will last, but for now I'm having a nice time being back. It certainly beats being at home at a loss of what to do.

This week has been pretty successful, and fairly productive.

In Drama I got my directorial debut when my group for Drama chose my edit of Lysistrata to perform. It was great, I liked being the director. I think it went quite well, although Ben's accent was a bit hilariously dodgy and Melissa had the best part of 20 minutes to get to grips with what she had to do. The truth will out on Monday when I get feedback.

In English Lit., we are looking at Dracula with Mrs Dean and Laura, Zanny and I have put together the most excellent of all Gothic posters for Monday's lesson. It's in the shape of a coffin, has fake blood and a picture of Dracula bursting out of the centre of it. I'll get a picture if I can. Plus, in Wednesday's lessons Mrs Masters looks like a brilliant teacher, AND we're doing Macbeth, my favourite play with her. She is even letting us bring in biscuits and stuff to keep us merry. On Wednesday we watched a documentary with Tony Robinson and then drew pictures of witches. I'm really looking forward to English this year.

In Media, I have two new teachers. I was a bit apprehensive, but Miss Samuels is really nice and Miss Ashton seems decent too. Plus, my coursework seems to have a new direction to go in, and I'm itching to get started because at least now I have some ideas about what I'm doing for the practical, and it should look pretty fine when I've done it.

In other news, I'm debating doing an English retake. I think I should, but I'll have to re-revise all the stuff from last year, and I could always do worse in the exam. The deadline is next week. I might have to talk with Mrs Dean about it and see if I could get some extra help or something.

And we have a new canteen at school and it's marvellous. It's a finger print scan system (very X-Men) and they are open all day so we can go and get coffee during free periods and the food is so much better. I had a bit of chocolate and beetroot brownie and it was SO nice. They also do rasperry jelly, duck and plum sauce, sandwiches on bloomer bread etc. etc.

I guess it's just nice to see everyone again. I have some work to do this weekend, but I'll probably do that tomorrow. Writing up notes from Media and read more of Dracula and stuff. Thanks to Anne for letting me borrow season one of Buffy the Vampire Slayer from her. And kudos to Laura for letting me eat loads of her food this week.


Thursday, September 10, 2009

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Today, I give you...

The freshly made batch of cookies I baked earlier. Half are cinammon and the other half are peanut butter. I doubt they'll be around for long in this house.



Our 2 kitties playing together. Well, Ruddles playing and Dark Star watching him as if he's a complete nonce.
Which he is.


At least she's not trying to slash his eyes out as she usually is.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

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Day 6: A QUOTE

This was difficult. I practically have a whole folder on my laptop dedicated to quotes. So you have to know that this isn't the best, or the most interesting...but it's one of my favourite.

Sometimes you have to see fear and head for it and you have to do exactly what would be considered entirely inappropriate socially, personally in relationships and with the world at large in order to make it where you're supposed to go.There's somewhere you're supposed to go and if you get quiet enought, you'll make it.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

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I'm going to be cheeky. I don't care. I'm really loving this show after having a big re-watch.
This next series looks awesome!

2 weeks away, apparently :)

Monday, September 7, 2009

(stolen from Katie)

TEN things you wish you could say to TEN different people right now.
10. How can you possibly show no care for anyone else and not feel bad about it? Not even a little bit?
9. I would do it, but I'm too scared of what other people would say.
8. I really like you, but I hate how you don't try and still do so well.
7. I like you because you remind me of Prince Arthur from the BBC's 'Merlin'.
6. I was unbelievably happy when I found out about your choice.
5. Please don't cut your hair, it looks marvellous as it is.
4. Thanks for remembering.
3. I appreciate everything you do for me. More than you think.
2. You're the best outlet I have.
1. I wish I could show you, and not be afraid of how you'd react.

NINE things about yourself.
9. Sometimes I watch the same film every night of the week.
8. When I listen to soundtracks, I always think of something I could film to go with it.
7. I strongly suspect I've picked the wrong thing to do for my Media coursework.
6. I prefer to walk alone.
5. I read a lot of fanfiction.
4. I choose the ones I have no chance with.
3. I feel like a hypocrite about certain subjects. And not the ones you'd expect.
2. I plan arguments and retorts in my head, but I never, ever say them.
1. I've been doing Media for a whole year and I still sit at the back and don't speak to people. I LOVE it!

EIGHT ways to win your heart.
8. Dress well. I love trainers with low slung jeans and grey/black/white t-shirts.
7. Don't look at me like I'm wrong.
6. Don't freak out when you see.
5. Have great hair.
4. Take me to the Waffle House.
3. Like the same films as me.
2. Make me coffee, just the way I like it.
1. Be a bit lazy, so I don't feel self-concious when I am.

SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot.
7. School.
6. Money.
5. Football.
4. My weight.
3. My body.
2. Those three I can't decide between.
1. Whether my kwitty is actually happy about the kwitten.

SIX things you do before you fall asleep?
6. Put on my night uniform.
5. Write my diary.
4. Browse, then turn my laptop off.
3. Turn my radio on, but very low.
2. Pull my pillows down.
1. Stick my feet out.

FIVE people who mean a lot to you at the moment.
1. Kwitty.
2. Laura.
3. Katie.
4. Them, although they don't know.
5. The man who said it would sort itself out soon.

FOUR things you see right now.
4. A cinema ticket.
3. School stuff.
2. The score from 'Moon'.
1. My iPod.

THREE songs that you listen to often.
3. Woad to Ruin - Hans Zimmer
2. Sacrifice - Clint Mansell
1. Fire - Kasabian

TWO things you want to do before you die.
1. Go to America.
2. Do something memorable.

ONE confession.
1. I'm pretty sure that I've blown it completely out of proportion, but I can't seem to stop.
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Day 4: A SITE

I'm going to recommend Twitter.

I admit, I use Twitter so I can keep up with what's going on with Iron Man 2 stuff, and whats going into the next Empire magazine, and what's happening in the Chris Moyles show studio. I don't know, it's just really addictive and I like it.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

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I've read quite a few books this holiday, and the majority were not the ones we were supposed to read. So while Dracula and Frankenstein sit quietly on my desk, and Anne Perry remains a couple of chapters in, I'm going to write about how great a book called The Time Traveler's Wife is.

I bought it to take on holiday, and I started reading it straight after The Wasp Factory because I figured I'd need something a little more light hearted after the foul ending of TWF.

I was a bit wrong about the light hearted thing. Yes, there were points that were funny, and made you think, and made you go all gooey inside, but for the most part, the undeniable sense that this love story was going to have a horrifically tragic ending was unavoidable. And good Lord, it was sad. In my opinion, sadder than The Kite Runner. Which was heartbreaking for other reasons, but heartbreaking all the same.

But seriously, if you haven't read this book yet, read it soon. And I advise you not to see the film before you've read the book. They cut so much out of the book for the film, and although the film was alright, and depressing, the book had much more character development and storyline so you really felt the punch in the stomach at the end.

I did anyway.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

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I really like this photo because it was taken at Trestle before a performance of Much Ado, and even though it was a bit pants, backstage was great fun. I don't know why it's blurry, but I like it the way it is.

We all look sort of ridiculous. I don't know, I just like it.


Friday, September 4, 2009

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Day 1: A SONG

Ok, so this is going to be a bit difficult because I like a lot of songs. Initially I thought 'Hey, I'll choose something from the Moon score'. And then I realised that wouldn't work because I've only just got it so it wouldn't really be fair on all the other good bits of music I have. I thought about including something from the Serenity soundtrack, because it's so good, or something from Hans Zimmer.

Then I thought maybe I should choose something with lyrics. I thought of several songs, from lots of different styles. I went from Nine Inch Nails to Take That and I still couldn't really choose anything.

And then I remembered this song, which I kind of discovered by accident a while back. It is one of my most played, and I chose it in Bath as one of my favourite songs as well. It's a mix of all the good things, and you'll find it here:

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Nothing articulate, just a blog full of talking animals/dinosaurs.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Interesting Non-Rant Blog About My Marvellous Day In London Will Be Up Soon.

In the meantime, you'll have to put up with this.


Firstly, to those who haven't read the Darren Shan books (the Vampire ones, not the slightly crappy Demon series), then you need to know a few facts.

Darren is what, twelve in the book? I think. Not sixteen, like they've made him in this, clearly to attract a teen girl audience. This guy looks like his face is wedged in a fish bowl.

Mr Crepsley is supposed to be tall, thin, ginger, and has a scar. When they announced they were making this film I could only think of one or two people who would have been perfect: Tim Roth, or the guy who plays Mr Filch in Harry Potter. They would have been excellent. Don't get me wrong, I quite like some of John C. Reilly's films but this is a miscast on the same fail-scale as Jake Gyllenhaal for Prince of Persia, i.e. CRAP.

WHY IS IT AMERICAN? Good Lord. I always just presumed it was English. Darren Shan (the author) is from Ireland, I think...

WHY DO WE NEED ANOTHER SHIT VAMPIRE BOOK/MOVIE FRANCHISE? And people are clearly going to think that the Cirque du Freak books etc etc. are a rip off of Twatlight. Which it's not, because the Cirque du Freak books were excellent.

Why is Evra Von bright green?
Why are the taglines so awful?
Who adapted the script/screenplay? ("Darren, I saw his paintings in my vampire books. He's a vampire!" / "Can I turn into a bat?" "No, that's bull-" )




Saturday, August 22, 2009

Our new, 'manic' kitten.

The New Kitten from Jane Jardine on Vimeo.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

So today has (weirdly) been quite good. And to top it off, here is another reason why I want to work at Empire magazine: So I can go to Movie-Con and see cool actors and directors like, I dunno...ROBERT DOWNEY JR! And Guy Ritchie! :)




Tuesday, August 18, 2009


That is all.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Hiiii. These pictures are in no way as interesting or fabulous or awesome as Caitlin's from New York and Cape Cod ( but today...I tidied my room some more.

So there's been this long thing with me wanting to get my room re-done. And today I got the sofa a.k.a. crap-storage-holding-bay out of my room and now it is in the bus shelter in the back garden. Not an actual bus shelter. Just a place with seats which looks like one? I guess? I don't even know. Anyway, the sofa is now there waiting for me to hack it to pieces and take it to the dump yay!

So I have like, loads more room in my room now. I tidied and hoovered all up the wall and floor on the right side, which revealed some ~ahem minor wall destructions. And then I got the bug, and cleared all round to my wardrobe and under the clothes chair, and down by my bed. And hoovered that too.



So I guess that was a productive use of a day. Tomorrow I am thinking of maybe doing some baking...
I'm trying to put my mind off the end of my life which will arrive on Thursday.

Caitlin, I'd love to come to your party/picnic!

I ♥ the Arctic Monkeys.