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.