Dude, so much bad stuff has occured today, and I've only been up a few hours.
Yeah, that's the first bad thing, I got up an hour late.
Next, the reason I woke up was because the post man was knocking on the door. Now, my summer pyjamas are a little bit... revealing, so on came the dressing gown and down the stairs I went. Turns out, we had a package to sign for... wait for it...
MY I ♥ CF T SHIRT!!! WOOOO!
And the DVDs, which, by strange coincidence, arrived on the same day.
I then preceded to block up the kitchen sink whilst washing up mine and my brother's breakfast stuff. Not good.
Next, I attemped to iron said t shirt, which actually went surprisingly well considering I am the world's clumsiest person. No burns. Woo! But I did break my mum's ironing board, although maybe it was already like that.... =D
Then I couldn't find any jeans, which made me a bit panicky for some reason...
Next (and here's where it gets really scary...) I attempted to have a shower - only to discover that two spiders had moved into the bathroom, setting up a nest and everything and oooommmmggg I was in the house alone and didn't know what to do... Yeah, I gots a huge phobia of spiders. And these spiders were huge... Srsly, dunno how I didn't die right there and then in the shower.... Moving on, I got inventive. Fetching a towel, I got out the shower and raised my weapon of choice (dude, I'm so glad those irritating workmen a few months back fixed a detachable shower head!!!) and moved in for the attack. ARGH! The damn spiders had a counterattack planned and I was running round screaming, wearing nothing more than a towel. My neighbours must've thought I was being murdered or something thereabouts. Anyway, eventually human triumphed over arachnid (those eight legged freaks went down the plug hole hahaaa) and I finished my shower in peace.
That pretty much brings me to here and now, aside from Gwen wailing at me like a banshee until I fed her.
And I just know my hair's gonna go all frizzy and wonky and retarded unless I straighten it, which just brings about more cause for disaster...
I'm guessing loads more can go wrong, especially since me and Adele are off round the back streets of Nottingham at night (which is never a good idea in the crime hotspot of the UK) with absolutely no idea where the Broadway Media Centre is. Well, it's not exactly true, I have a vague idea, but my mum had to write the directions down on a piece of paper which I "must keep in my purse at all times."
But I dun care if we get lost because: YAY WE'RE GOING TO THE SCREENLIT BBC WRITERSROOM ROADSHOW TODAY YAYAYAAYAYAYYA! *calmdown*
Should be good, methinks. Should be absolutely brilliant, mehopes.
And I got £20 out of it, which is epic considering the bus journey will cost £7 maximum.
Then when I get home (or should I say "if"...?) I can watch 'Juno'. What a day!
Peace Out ♥
You can see the ever-talented Eve Myles modeling the T shirt I brought (and am wearing to my first encounter with the BBC) here: http://www.ilovecf.com/shop/index.php
- Location:I ♥ CF
- Mood:
BBC! - Music:The Toy Band (loverly Cardiff-based band there :D)
... yeah, don't ask XD
Today I felt like such a berk. I dunno why that is, must be something to do with the heat 'cus I sure am sick of the constant bombarding us with UV rays... Erm, Mr Sun? We're British - we complain - pretty pwease goooo awayyy =[ It's a literal miracle that I haven't died yet, I'm so photosensitive that I'm expecting to just melt the second I step out the door.
In other news: LAST DAY OF COLLEGE TODAY!! (Which of course warrants the epic misuse of caps locks). No more college 'til September 8th or whenever, discouting RESULTS DAY (20th October). Dreading that one. Eeeep.
Gahaaa, UCAS related stuff. I'm sick of it already. I want to go to Uni, but why o why o why does it involve all this unnecessary form filling out and research and.... meh.
I got home early today, yayaay, so I've opened the back door in an attempt to freshen up the house. So far, it's not going so well, but the dog's gone outside and I think Gwen ventured out there too, so all is well :D. Except for the fact that my dog just attempted to mutilate the post man, which is never a good occurance.
Ohh! Speaking of the post, I ordered the most biblical item EVER (in my opinion, anyway...). Visit http://www.ilovecf.com/ to be amazed. ='D O yes, indeed, I ordered a t shirt emblazoned with I <3 Cardiff (: Cannot wait 'til that arrives, then I can act my part as a Cardiff geek 8)
Also, my DVDs have yet to arrive. My mum ordered 'A Knight's Tale' (teh awesomeness) and 'Juno' from HMV a coupla days ago, and ooommmggg when will they arrive?!
And! Tomorrow I'm off to the ScreenLit festival in Nottingham (getting lost in strange cities ftw) for the BBC Writersroom Roadshow --> www.bbc.co.uk/writersroom . Cannot wait. Even though I know something drastic is gonna occur, I don't care because finally I'm going to a lecture on screenwriting by a proper, recognised dude from the BBC. Actually it's a woman by the name of Kate Rowland who is apparently BBC Head Of... Something. Recruitment, I think the website said. Or Drama. Or... something. Anyhow, I can't wait!
Peace and Love (y)
^ And of course, I shall be posting pikturs of my loverly t shirt, soon as it arrives, bearing the awesomness that is Cardiff.
^^ Aaaand, I gets to go to Cardiff again soonish, as soon as my brother finishes school! Woo!
- Mood:
Liquid
Meh, it's been too hot today. I feel like an ice lolly, all melting and sticky and weird. To compensate, I brought a new moistourising thing from Lush, which is helping nicely.
Still, I feel I ought to do something, find something to do in my impending extended summer holiday. Ghaa, a job would be ideal, but I don't even have a CV and I have literally zero work experience and I live in a village which offers exactly nil jobs to bored, melting students.
Open day at Glamorgan is 8th July. Can't go, boo hoo. Going in September/October time - yayay.
Still not very articulate. It's the heat, I tells ye, the heat.
FYI, I stared at the website long enough today to almost memorise the bus routes/times in and around Cardiff. That was an hour well invested...
- Mood:
Meh
Wowo, I'm addicted to pasta. Mmm.
It's been too hot lately, way too hot for me. Like, I break down as soon as the temperature pushes 18'C, and now it's nearing 30?! Imma die, I just know it. Not gonna make it through the summer. Damn global warming.
In preparation for the said heatwave, I put on Factor 50+ sunscreen today. Ready and waiting.
College is overr soonish, and imma start driving lessons. Woo! So, urm, just stay clear of the roads... And preferably pray for my soul, 'cus I may have to do some serious haunting if not. (:
I can't remember what we had to research for English tomorrow. Something about the Circle of Life but that's a bit Elton John-y and so I dunno what else it could be... help?
Woo, for my history *speech* tomorrow on Irish history I had a paragraph on the Ulster Special Constabulary, messed with the line spacing and font size and now have a *full page* to read from. Yeah. XD
Ooommmmggg, last biology lesson EVER tomorrow, and lemmie tell you, I will not be sad to see it go. I've been saying this since October but I wanna quit the stoooopid subject.
Yeah, I'm not in a very articulate mood today. Must be the heat.
- Location:The Derbyshire Desert
- Mood:
Melted
It started out with Sociology, which wasn't too bad considering that we were finishing a presentation on 'Psychological Explanations for Crime' (I don't even do psychology, so you'd be right in guessing that I was confused during the whole thing). But then, for my part of the presentation, I had to explain about Freud (eeeep) and then read out a quote from 1908... and it was much too early to be reading some degree level nonsense out in front of the class. It went something like this:
(Basically, I guess they meant something I'd call 'A Robin Hood Complex')
So, I don't know how I managed to read that without having a mental breakdown, but I did (y). It seemed like no one in the class even understood what I was talking about, I swear their eyes glazed over.
Then, moving on to English Lit, which apparently was cancelled randomly, with no one being told about it, which resulted in me hanging around for an extra hour. In boredom, I decided to sift through months of rubbish and clean out my purse (American = wallet :P) and chucked away quite a few bus tickets.......
....... Including the one I needed to get home! This one was a 13-trip ticket which I brought for £13 last week sometime, and now it's gone =( Luckily I had a few £s in my purse to buy a single trip ticket but still.... *woe is me*
And then... I went off to form time, only to find out that my teacher has buggered off to the Glastonbury music festival (I heard it's raining there - serves him right!) and didn't even tell us. Hmph!
So I ended up staying in college for 2hours longer than necessary. Great....
All in all, it wasn't the best of days. An old lady even accused me of pushing in the bus queue (the like of which I never - I was there half an hour before anyone else, and still they point prejudice at the under 18s...) *scowl*
And now, I'm stuck at home with my brother......
On a lighter note, thanks to Sal - you rock for being the first to sign my Guestbook on my website :D (despite the fact that the website is of abysmal quality and needs some serious surgery....)
Also, the BBC predicted thunderstorms. Now, I stake my entire existence on the BBC, so if there's no thunder........
- Mood:
*Scowl*
XD
When we had our three, it was the cutest thing ever!
They're sorta gruesome and sci-fi-ish to see being born, but afterwards they're all fluffy and cute and Gwen-ish ='D
I only had one lesson today - surprise, surprise: biology... *scowl* We were in the library, supposed to be finishing a presentation on Mitochondrion (ghaaaaa...) but I got distracted by shiny BBC Writersroom website. Downloaded two new Doctor Who scripts and acquired a new template for screenplays w00t.
Also, me and Victoria found this really crazy site that helps with biology revision, and it had a few songs on. Intrigued, we downloaded one and oooommmggg I have never found biology sooo funny! I dunno the name of the proper one (the Honey Monster sings it, if that's any help...) but this one was like: "♫ Glucose - ahh, sugar! - sugar!" Yeah, you get the picture.
And since then, Vicki has joined Facebook, yaaaay!
Ooooh, I has news. I'm going to the BBC Writersroom ScreenLit Roadshow (that's a mouthful...) on Fri 3rd July in Nottingham.... Am sooo excited, it's like the first of many steps.
Ahhh, fail. My mum just went to the shops (after about half an hour of messing about) and text me whilst she was down there asking if I knew what she'd gone for, because she'd forgotten... fail.... xD
Now, I have to go restart my computer because I've been installing Windows Explorer 8 and it's having a total stress at me that restarting my computer is "the recommended course of action".
Peace And Love <3
- Mood:
creative - Music:Glucose! - ah, sugar, sugar!
In the past, what, half an hour, Ophelia has become an ameteur brain surgeon, Shakespeare is a live-and-die emo and he's just too 'wherefore art thou' for my modern love interest. Ghaa, we broke up =/
I read 'Much Ado About Nothing' and found myself exploding with simultaenous boredom and a need to scream the commonroom down.
Ophelia, a pioneer Elizabethan in the field of labotomies, has decided to hold Hamlet's frontal lobe hostage until... well until she feels the need to return it.
Absolutely no one understands wth any of that meant, or if indeed it meant anything at all.
All I can say is: me and Shakespeare love each other, forEVER.
As is the result of much boredom.
Ghaaa, I'm so unbelievably bored, I need a job, dude, a job!
- Mood:
bored
It all seems rather interesting.... =p
And I'd love it if anyone reading this would check out my site: -->
rainbow-muse.webs.com/
Much love <3
It's all in the beginning stages, but any thoughts are good and welcome and awesome amounts of win.
I have a virtual piano, what more d'you want? :)
Peace <3
- Location:The Hearth
- Mood: creative
OMG how can the BBC be so evil - changing the dates of Torchwood series 3?!?!
Well, it actually works out better. July 6th woopwoop.
Following that slightly fan-girl-ish outburst,
That is all.
Also, can now go to Cardiff on predestined date of 20th July without having train tickets booked out. Yay.
My mum grilled me last night about why I want to go to Glamorgan Uni. Apparently my answer of "it does the exact course I want and happens to be in my favourite part of the country" was not good enough.
I have two new sci fi writers to eat up: Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clark. It all comes from this stooopid lecture I was forced to sit through yesterday (well, it beat going to biology) on something called Astrobiology. Which is really a bunch of grown adults chatting about aliens, which is all a bit Star Trek for me. But anyway, there was all this info on science fiction and how about they found alien bacterium on Mars and on Jupiter's and Saturn's moons which made me think that it might be fun to investigate. w00t!
Facebook is playing up.
I read the whole Doctor Who script in twenty minutes (something tells me I skipped a bit) and at the end I was all like: "I could do this." And I wasn't being big-headed or anything... I really could do that sort of thing. William Smethurst (who is now my Life Guru) told me to write a basic script which acts as your C.V. Cool. I think I might just do that.
But first, I need work experience. The BBC never got back to me on account of my email not being delivered, which means I need to write a new one. Fun (!)
It's really windy outside.
I have to do History coursework on Ireland before Christmas. Sooo not looking forward to that.
I haven't eaten anything today. Except one cup of tea, which hardly classes as food, but it had sugar in.
I really need a job; I really need money. I have to hurry up with this C.V script and get into gear.
Problem is, how...?
- Mood:
Thinking
FX SHOT 69
The Tardis hurtles on its way, through the blue vortex, to
destinations unknown.
END OF EPISODE ONE
Liek, that became quite a few minutes of screentime. I don't get it. Doctor Who is also the most informal, all the other scripts are all serious and business-like. Whereas DW...
Most environmentally unfriendly? - Eastenders, they have a seperate page for each scene!
It's a shame they won't let you read Torchwood scripts, though I bet it'd be pretty similar.
Ooooh! Now I've found downloadable examples of script formats. Now I'm getting somewhere, finally. "BBC standard format for taped drama series"? *download*....... Wow, the BBC sure like to keep things simple.
Whoa, I take it back. Tracy Beaker is the most technical script. Eeep, that's scary how much stuff goes into an hour episode. Ouch.
Et aussi, I has a new idol: Catherine Tregenna. She rocks; I'm reading an interview she did. She used to be an actor, before she tried screenwriting. Good for her that she did. Ooh, she's written for Eastenders and Casualty. I dunno if that's a big thing in the world of writers... Ooh, Torchwood! Now that's cool enough.
Yeah, maybe I should spend my time doing actual work, rather than researching radioactive greenflies and having arguments(lol) with Adele about vegetarianism. My view is, there's no need to eat poor animals now, especially considering the state most of them are kept in. Hmph!
Jack said I had swine flu today =[ I. Do. Not.
- Mood:
random
Well, sadly enough, not much has happened in the last month.
I finished the second book in the Mortal Instruments series, waiting for the third to come out in the UK.
I got a book from the library about writing for TV or something, which is cool, and easy to understand so haha.
I failed in my attempt to return to Cardiff due to my spending my money on a Spongebob T Shirt. It was worth it :D
Shall be going to Cardiff again soon enough.
Still haven't found my old sunglasses, but I'm over that tragic loss now =p
I started reading 'The House of the Dead' by the Russian guy whose name I really can't spell but I'll give it a go: Dotoysevsky. You know who I mean. T'is good.
My old friend from primary school got in touch, so that was good.
It's nearly my brother's birthday. Again.
First year at college is almost over. About time, too.
And then only one year until my biblical departure to university. And you know what that means...
CARDIFF!... o.o Well, Glamorgan, but who's counting?
TORCHWOOD OMG 20th JULY I AM SOOO THERE. In my living room, duh!
Higher Education Fayre was just a blatant attempt of propaganda to trick us into going to their universities. I took about a thousand prospectuses (plural is what? prospectii??) which gave me paralysis from the neck downwards. Slight exaggeration for drama's sake. But anyway, I don't want to go anywhere but Glamorgan, and that's where I'm going. Never mind Oxford or Birmingham of frickin' second-rate Derby, Glamorgan ROCKS. So there =p
Ooh scaryness the other night. In my pursuit of Sci Fi, I was writing a new chapter. Anyhow, it was about the end of the world (I'm all cheeriness!) and I wrote a paragraph about the power cutting out and then - OMG THIS PART FREAKED ME OUT - the power went out in my house, like, zip! It was so... unreal. As you can imagine, I nearly died. I saved the document, switched the laptop off and haven't touched it since. I'm like, apocalyptic or something.
Sci Fi is scary. It's a fact. (Quote of the day: "It's not science fiction, it's science fact...")
In other news, I has discovered new addiction in place of Banoffee Pie: Weetabix in hot milk. Yum. (:
Anecdote of the day: My clumsiness is apparently genetic. Today, my mum put the TV remote control in the washing machine. Needless to say, it doesn't work any more.
- Location:Back online
- Mood:
happy
Haha, sparkly Torchwood trailer. "Now the world needs us", as if they need more of an ego boost :p Woo: at the clip of them all running along the pier which is the scene I seen them filming which took about three days on account of there being a very tricky line about secret underground science base or something which took her about seventeen takes to say properly. And ha, I can't wait to see how that scene turned out. And then lol at the fact that, when she'd said it properly, she broke the door handle and had to do it all again.
Yeah..; you'll see what I mean when you watch it.
Enough Torchwood.
Only one more exam to do woo woo finally. History, which has so far turned out to be the biggest fail of them all.
I'm getting Banoffee Pie withdrawal symptoms, due to the fact that my mum won't buy any more 'cause she say's I'm addicted. So what?
Off to teh opticians tomorrow in jolly Belper to pick up my replacement sunglasses. Gha, I miss the old ones. Damned Cardiff, stealing from me. =P
And I'm pretty much eating up all the Science Fiction books I can find right now, on account of me realising that I know nothing about SF and that the SF part of my novel is total shite. Boo hoo. So far I've learned that time travel is a waste of time unless done by the right person, urban settings work best and incest is pretty hot in 'Mortal Instuments'. None of which applies to my novel. Grr.
And as for now, I'm off to do some major blitzing on the house, or else my mum will a) kill me, b) never take me to Cardiff again and c) cut off my banoffee pie addiction. Bad times.
Very bad times.
- Location:Here. Like, right here, right now.
- Mood: Meh
- Music:Gwen :S
Ha, my mum is such a joke. She just called me the wicked witch of the east midlands...
Liek, what is it with the quality of Walker's Crisps lately? They're seriously a shambles.
Ooh, I has my biology exam tomorrow. Notice the excessive amounts of joy there. Feel the excitement. I've literally done no revision, courtesy of my wanting to quit the damn subject since October. Finally, I'll be rid of it.
Aww, half term is overrr. This past few weeks I've eaten surplus amounts of Banoffee Pie, which I've balanced out with surplus amounts of apples and grapes etc. I've also been ill ='( and have been constantly hounded by Gwen.
Went to the opticians the other day, and I now own a pair of pink Oasis reaction lenses that I'm picking up from frickin' Belper (eww) on Friday. Haha, I had to get reactions due to my losing my old sunglasses in Cardiff. Now (hopefully) there's no way I can lose these ones. (y)
omg ER! It ended :( It was sooo... sad... and nice and cute and I still think they should make a feature film outta it. I love the way they paralleled it with the first episode. It was so... Thomas Hardy. Wow, english lit is paying off.
Wow, this pear is liek epic juciness.
Right, am off to feed Gwen before she eats my phone. Apparently, cats are unable to eat pears so I have to find her something a bit more feline to eat.- Location:Feeding Gwen
- Mood: curious
- Music:ELO
OMG I had the weirdest dream ever last night. It was worse than the one where me and Doctor Who went for a cruise to Japan with my friend Amy. Now, that was weird. But this was worse. First of all, I was late to my English exam and was all in a hurry to get there (the weirdest thing being that I've already done my English exam). I only had 5 minutes until the exam started, so I needed to get a lift to the exam hall. So, Ant and Dec just happened to be there, so they gave me a lift in their plastic pyramid (truth...). So, when I got there I had like 20 seconds to spare, and my friends Miriam and Chrissy just happened to be there (neither of them go to my college, never mind do English Lit). And then all of a sudden this woman was handing out magazines, and the exam turned out to be for Media Studies not English Lit. o_O
That was only half the dream. After the failed exam experience, I went to a dinner party at a friend's house, who for some reason had moved to Cardiff. There were all these vampires at her house, one of which wanted to swap clothes with me 'cause they were too cold. Odd.
It gets worse. All of a sudden my grandad turned up and told me he was auditioning for a part in a new film. All excited, I asked him about it while he died his hair brown. He told me he was going to for the part of James Bond because everyone said he looked like Daniel Craig, and then he randomly got on his motorbike and drove off. Liek, wtf, my grandad is 80 years old... o_O
Truth.
I said it was weird. And scary.
- Mood: wtf
Gwen is such a moo. Srsly, it's like having a kitten all over again. I'm introducing her to the big outdoors beyond our garden. She's okay on the back garden, which sort of leads onto all these fields and stuff, but the front garden leads onto the road, so she freaks out. 'Tis funny.
:o Final episode of ER next week. I think imma implode :p It better be good, that's all I can say. *lols at my mum working late that day, so she can't watch it* Like, I've watched it right from when it started, back in '94 or something. I remember learning all about Bradycardic Arrests when I was, like, six years old =P
And Primeval is so cute, yet so irritating. I read a Primeval fanfiction and felt a need to go purge myself for diverting from the legend that is Torchwood D=
Oooh, I've redyed my hair purple. Yeah, it was going all normal and brown again, so as of last night, 'tis purple!
Hrm, I left my sunglasses in Cardiff. Or so I think. =S. The only place they could be is inside the Millennium Centre, on the train or floating around on the Pier somewhere. Or in my bedroom somewhere, lost beyond recognition in the mess. Doom.
omg I watched the single weirdest thing ever last night. xD John Barrowman's fricken Saturday night show annoys me. I gots no idea why they do it. I got to watch them doing the Riverdance though, which I love love love. But then some freaky blue guy tried to kidnap the TARDIS and I got really confused and felt like the world was breaking down when Captain Jack went all Star Wars and it just freaked me out to the point that I left the room. Yeah, I dun get that show. :S
I want my sunglasses back. I can't just go get some new ones, 'cause they're prescription and I have to wait 'til I go see the optician. Which, coincidentally, is next week, so I guess I'll get some new ones then.
But still, they had a cool yellow case. *woe*
- Location:Sunny England
- Mood: warm
- Music:*Gwen yowls*
BANOFFEE PIE!!!!
o_O
Anyway...
(Ha, Gwen likes Banoffee pie. Tis so... unexpected.)
So, the worst thing imaginable happened today. Tis now exam season for us happy students, and I had both of my sociology exams today. Each was an hour and a half long, and we had five minutes break in between! *sad face*. Was really unnerving. I know I could've done better if the exams were on two seperate days ='( But, I guess I did okay. Hopefully passed with at least a D, meaning I can carry on next year.
I can't be bothered to fail.
That means redoing the whole year.
Or just changing track. Like, maybe, I been thinking 'bout doing a BTEC or something, maybe in Journalism. That'd be cool. (y)
I haven't got another exam til Wednesday now, and it's teh dreaded English Lit. Joy.
After that, no exams 'cus tis half term week, and am supposed to be organising a trip to Cardiff with
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zebede. Heh - me, organised? Et plus, I gots no money. *doom*And then it's back with a vengence for the exams, practically one every day until the world ends. Grr.
Hate exams.
Hate 'em bad. =/
- Location:Pie in teh sky
- Mood: amused
- Music:Brother tapping on the old typewriter =/
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