Sunday, January 31, 2010

So, the err...week of reckoning. Well, three days. Three days, people! That's barely any time at all and it can't come any sooner.

The Brigade rehearsed from 3 until 7 today. We took photos. I fear we have catchphrases.

Also, I've hurt my wrist and Ali had to do my shoelaces up for me and we did no lifts. It is swollen, and painful. I'm thinking a whole day of putting up flat-pack furniture yesterday probably wasn't the best plan.





Aaand, so on and so forth.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

(I've finally found the time and effort to finish this.) Last time I filled this out, it was September.
What has changed?

TEN things you wish you could say to TEN different people like now:
10. This isn't all about you, so stop acting like it is and listen to what others are saying.
9. Thank you for all your hard work. I know it doesn't seem like anyone else appreciates it, but I really do.
8. You are the role model for the rest of them, but you don't even know it.
7. It's you who I think will react the wrong way.
6. And you too, actually, which is weird.
5. I wish I could tell people what you're doing to help, but I'm afraid they'll judge me.
4. I don't regret one second, I don't miss one minute.
3. Is it you? Is it? I'm so confused.
2. Back off, please, and step right away.
1. You confirmed everything, and I don't think you realised.

NINE things about yourself:
9. I'm really quite happy with the way my new room is shaping up.
8. Tony/Pepper are my OTP.
7. It irritates me to no end that in Media, I have to pretend not to know anything to fit in.
6. I suck at music to movement. Seriously.
5. Without the internet, I am lost.
4. Without my iPod, I am lost.
3. I'm slowly but surely getting to grips with the things I was most afraid of.
2. I wish I could wear something other than black/grey/navy.
1. Big things are going to happen, when I'm ready. (I'm not quite sure when that will be).

EIGHT ways to win your heart:
8. Have good hair.
7. Listen.
6. Recognise good films.
5. Recognise good music.
4. Surprise me.
3. Be funny.
2. Be able to cook.
1. Adapt and overcome.

SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot:
7. Sleep, and the total depravation of it in my life.
6. Dark Star's snoring really is the best noise in the world.
5. Please, please don't let the Avengers movie suck.
4. I'm running out of time!
3. Diet Coke is pretty good stuff.
2. I should really have joined the gym by now.
1. When when when when when?

SIX things you do before you fall asleep:
6. (Depending on what day it is) Get my clothes/bag ready for the next day.
5. Put on the Night Uniform.
4. Write my diary.
3. Stay on the internet for longer than expected, or watch a film.
2. Find the kitty, if she's around.
1. Build a cocoon and sleep in it.

FIVE people who mean a lot to you at the moment:
5. RDJ (I know, I know).
4. Dark Star (otherwise known as pumpkin, doodle or bubby, which is unusual because I totally didn't nickname her before).
3. Familios.
2. Friendos ("Call it...").
1. Laura.

FOUR things you see right now:
4. 'Less Than Zero' by Bret Easton Ellis (currently re-reading).
3. My Star Trek DVD.
2. Cinema tickets.
1. Empire magazine.

THREE songs you listen to often:
3. Vlad The Impaler - Kasabian.
2. Isengard Unleashed - LotR: TTT OST.
1. Iron Man - Iron Man OST.

TWO things you want to do before you die:
2. Attend a premiere, and not because I want to collect autographs.
1. Own an Audi R8.

ONE confession:
1. I'm convinced I'll jeopardize everything. I hope I'm proved wrong.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

This week isn't going to be at all enjoyable. Well, tomorrow, Tuesday and Wednesday won't be. Especially Wednesday. And why? Because we have full dress rehearsals for our A2 Drama exam, and the Brigade haven't got a lighting script, or sound. Nor have we done a full run. And I still can't connect with my triple-character scene. At all.

Tomorrow Horne will help us with a music-to-movement piece. No doubt I will prance around and put my feet in the wrong place (as usual) and because I lack a sense of timing, when certain people say "Count in your head 4 beats, then 4 beats, that's the start, then 2, then 1, then 1, change position" etc etc. I will inevitably get out of time, hit Ali on the side of the face and nearly choke Lowri to death. Oh wait, already done that.

So I watched Star Trek yesterday and today. And now I'm listening to the soundtrack via YouTube (I know) and as Anne and I have discussed, trying to feel inspired by the emotional power music.

All I can think of is how much I would rather swop the next two weeks for four years in Starfleet.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Parent's Evening, what a bloody blast. I guess Mum is kind of right when she said that it's sad it's my last one ever. She said she remembers going to them when I was a little girl and they had to sit in those tiny plastic chairs. I thought instantly of that bit in 'Miranda' when she's stuck in the tiny plastic chair.

English was interesting. I told Ma and Pa before we sat down that Mrs Masters looks like a cross between the Bake-O-Lite Girl and Babs from 'Chicken Run'. Mum later admitted to me she found it difficult to not think she was sitting across from a talking chicken. Anyway, Mrs Dean said that I've 'matured' a lot since last year. Also that I'm 'contributing' to lessons. Which is a total lie. She said Laura and I have a lot of good ideas and a clear understanding of Gothic Literature. All I could think of was A, Laura pretending to jump out of her school bag as Dracula and B, Laura writing the word 'penis' next to that bit where Van Helsing does weird things on a coffin. I said I wanted a B in my exam and they looked at me as if I was nuts. They said I have to gear myself up for the final push and I really wanted to say out loud 'Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...' to impress them but I didn't. They said I should be like Macbeth in the last parts of the play, which means I apparently I should go totally batshit crazy and have my head cut off by an angry scotsman with a silly name.

In Drama Rolo and Horne said that scriptwriting is my strength and also that I shouldn't be afraid of hurting people's feelings. Also that my 'strengths' include the ability to have a practical approach to the devising process rather than an overly-optimistic one and that I'm always 'smiling' and people rely on me to be strong. I am the spine of a very floppy, soon-to-be-dead fish. Horne opened by saying '2 weeks to D-Day' and I said 'Yeah, with emphasis on the D'.

I love parent's evening. What a laugh.

Oh dear, I fear I've just gone and drunk too much strong coffee. Yeeheeeee!

Monday, January 18, 2010

ROBERT DOWNEY JR: Best Actor in a Leading Role (Comedy or Musical) for Sherlock Holmes.


Sunday, January 17, 2010

I figured I'd do a quick blog this morning, before I try to tackle the essay question to my left and the 5 hour Drama rehearsal I have this evening.

Words simply can't describe the relief that will wash over me (and I know it's not just me) when this whole shenanigans is over. I can't think of any other activity which both makes me hate, simultaneously, the subject and myself the same way that Drama does. Unsuprisingly, I'm not the only one who has seriously considered throwing myself under a bus so performing becomes impossible. Or, telling Sheps that we quit Drama. This would inevitably result in the school gaining a wonderful new selection of door handles made of our still-blinking heads.

Whatever the case, rehearsals today will be hell on Earth.

In happier news, I had a lovely evening at The Speckled Hen on Friday night, eating some really great food, buying my first round for everyone and recieving some pretty darn excellent gifts from my friends. I'll do a vlog when I find the time. Thank you, lovely people!

Last night we (Pa, Ma, Neil and I) went to the Carlisle United London Branch Supporters Club celebratory meal in Kew, upon reaching the milestone of 250 issues of the club newsletter Hit The Bar. Dad compiled a brilliant book which people had a lot of good things to say about. Also in attendance was ex-England-player-former-alcoholic-and-gambling-addict Stan Bowles. Who was actually very, very nice and funny in person.


Wednesday, January 13, 2010


Hello, 18-year-old me!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Goodbye, 17-year-old me!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Oh, hi. You've caught me mid-procrastination. Which is sort of a lie, actually, because I've done my two SWEDs for Drama, and I've watched last night's Heroes double bill, and I'm going to ice and decorate cupcakes with Mum later.

However, I am yet to do that English essay, or write the script for me and Ali's scene which I said I'd do today. Maybe I should do that now. Although I really can't get settled on one thing, I keep changing my mind about what I want to do.

Yes. I'll write the script.


Thursday, January 7, 2010

A snow day yesterday, a snow day today, not a snow day tomorrow. Well, it seems as though the school have put on their silly hats and decided to open Beaumont to Years 10-13 only. Which sucks, although I suppose it's good that we have to do Drama etc.

Only, none of us have prepared 10-minutes-each practitioner based excercises for our groups, so when Miss Horn inevitably comes in and asks to see them, no one will have them ready, and then when she wants to do her teacher-led-even-though-they-keep-stressing-this-is-a-student-led-exam (ergo, pointless) exercise using our 10-minutes-each practitioner based excercises, she will get very very angry and we will all probably end up with Sheps to answer to.

Which is never a good thing, trust me.

Anyway, Sandringham is open to all students tomorrow so I'll have to go there for Media no matter what. I have to edit my practical production, but I really need one-on-one help for it, which I find difficult to ask for in a class of thirteen people who all need to edit theirs as well.

Ho hum.

In other news, I went to see Sherlock Holmes for the third time this afternoon. I still love it. I fear I shall never tire of it. It really is quite brilliant.

"Well, at least this solves the great mystery as to how you became Inspector."

Monday, January 4, 2010

I got home today to find two large packages waiting for me next to the door. One was from HP, and contained my new laptop charger (so, hello internet/world/procrastination) and the other contained my Lord of the Rings Special Extended Edition Triple Box Set. It's lush, it really is. They are super pretty and in each box there are four discs so that's twelve discs of Middle-Earth goodness for me to enjoy. Also they are packed in this gorgeous box which has 'The Lord of the Rings: The Motion Picture Trilogy' written in stamped gold on each side, and on the top is the writing from around the ring, also in stamped gold. I'm sure none of you care very much, but I'm very excited and after I've got ready for tomorrow and had a wash and I'm in bed, I'm going to watch all four extended hours of The Fellowship of the Ring.

But before any of that can commence, I need to express my genuine distress at getting the grades back for my English coursework. You know, the Othello and Death of a Salesman re-takes. Mrs Dean came over at the beginning of the lesson and told me I'd got a C for each. She went on to say that they were an improvement on last year's, but actually, that's a total lie because I got C's last year as well. Basically, all in all, re-taking the work was a complete waste of time and money because my grade hasn't improved at all. And I'm really disappointed.

The thing is, I thought I'd cracked them. Yes, Mum helped me figure out what else to put and stuff but I still tried really hard to improve them and it's made no difference. So upon handing in the Sylvia Plath essay (which I also spent loads of time on, and really tried hard with), I felt a lot less confident about the whole thing because evidently, I haven't cracked it.

Also, I hate Tuesdays. And it's Tuesday tomorrow.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

It's been a week without a blog, which is due to many things but mainly the fact that my laptop decided to go extinct on me during the first week of the holiday. So a new part has been ordered but seeing as it's Sunday tomorrow, and, as Mr Dursley said quite rightly: 'There's no post on Sundays', I won't get it until some time next week. Which is very irritating.

Now I'm on the very slow downstairs computer, but I guess I should be thankful that it's actually turned on, which is more than can be said for mine.

Okay, so. What to talk about?

Doctor Who
I think I'm probably more towards Caitlin's reaction than Laura's. I forced myself to not become too deeply emotionally involved because I had to have dinner straight afterwards and in this house I fear that if I'd sat there in a state of deep emotional trauma I would have just been told to grow up.

However, if anyone in my family asks me to talk about it, I firmly reply with a 'don't have any comments' because I am actually in a state of deep emotional trauma; I'm just hiding it very well.

Not too keen on the new catchphrase. Not. At. All.

There were two things about it I was scared of. Number one: Ten regenerating. And as he did so and the TARDIS was being destroyed all around him all I could think was 'he's my Doctor, and he will always be my Doctor' as some kind of warped goodbye. But he is my Doctor. And I'm really going to miss him. Really going to miss him. Number two: Wilf. Because I can't bear seeing old people crying and Wilf is such a wonderful character that in his attempts to cheer the Doctor up, or order him to take the pistol, or his final salute I was slowly becoming more and more heartbroken. I thought it was an excellent episode, and screw the reviews. As Laura said, David Tennant couldn't have wished for a better send off.

My Room
Walls are pretty much done and the wardrobe is in and done as of today. I've spent the last week painting and working in there and to be quite frank, I'm sick of hearing about it in every single conversation we have. Please please can we change the subject, family? And can we only talk about it during working hours? Thanks.

School Work
Drama is done. It took ages. Also, I had to re-type my entire Sylvia Plath essay as I hadn't saved it onto a USB pen and of course, my laptop ist kaput. But it's done and I managed to find a whole load more to shove in it due to actually reading that white booklet.

Sherlock Holmes
I saw it again last Wednesday, it was fantastic and possibly even better the second time. Ohh, RDJ, what more can I say about you? ♥

Happy New Year
I spent mine at Anne's watching films and eating pizza and it was lovely. The first film I watched in 2010 was Iron Man. Are you suprised, regular readers?!

Lot's to read, too much to write. Good night.
I don't know when I'll be back.