Alrighh'. Well we have basically finished school for the week, we have a academic planning day tomorrow - we only have to go into school for 10 minutes to talk to our form tutor. It's also national doodle day tomorrow. (=
I'm currently waiting for my sponsor form for Comic Releif. I'm pretty unsure on what to do right now, I'm thinking about getting sponsored to do the thriller dance or my own evolution of dance. (www.evolutionofdance.com - the first one is better than the sequel). Or i could be boring and do a predictable sponsored silence. I'm open for ideas though, so if you got any comments welcomed. :D
I'm also waiting for Fall Out Boy tickets to arrive, to next friday's gig at the O2 arena in London. Guess who's supporting? Kids in glass houses and Hey Monday. Don't ask me who hey monday are because to be quite honest with you I don't have a clue, but i looooooveee Kids in glass houses. It's my mum who actually wanted to go, because it's her birthday next sunday and she LOVES fall out boy - she absoloutley ADORES them,trust. So, yeah I'm going to make her a card and a birthday cake, and I'm going to try get her a 'Birthday girl' badge - the one with the ribbons. Reyyy.
righ' now i'm doing nothing. Well, actually I'm contemplating whether to re-do my industry for my Film Studies coursework. I was ill the day i thought it was meant to be due in, so i gave it to my mum to hand in at the office, they said they'd put it in her pigeonhole, but i dno whether she has it. . . ? so yeah i may do that, but we should be sort of finished coursework for a while after next week until we recieve our math statistics coursework back with targets to improve.
It's been pretty stressful the last few weeks, well the last month. With all coursework, homework and school in particular and my chest still hurts.
But yeah anyway, its all good now, i can relax a bit more which take the strain of chest.
Byee, Love you - mean it. :D
x
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Sunday, 22 February 2009
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Argh, I don't think anyone understands how much I am dreading school tomorrow. I hate school, especially now i have this bleedin chest infection. It hurts me when I walk, I've been trying to walk as little as possible. But anyway, today JOHN PARTRIDGE was on 'something for the weekend', yeah he's buff. Capital B - U - double F..
I got my hair done today aswell, nothing much really. Just re-dyed brown and had layers put back in. Jamie's coming round laters so I get to see my boy. (:
I do have coursework but do you know what? i cant be arsed.
so yeah that's today, piece of crap really, more tomorrow if i can be bothered yeah.
byee.
I got my hair done today aswell, nothing much really. Just re-dyed brown and had layers put back in. Jamie's coming round laters so I get to see my boy. (:
I do have coursework but do you know what? i cant be arsed.
so yeah that's today, piece of crap really, more tomorrow if i can be bothered yeah.
byee.
Saturday, 21 February 2009
i love myselffff ;D
... and i do. What's the point in hating the way you are when you only have one life as that person - live it to the full i say. Strut your stuff, don't give a shit what people say. Do not change for anybody. So yeah, right now i'm in LOOOOOVEEEEE with facebook, and now my boyfriend has it it's all worth it. i love jamie very much - i do. deffo gonna marry him. I'm excited for christmas because they are getting Barbra Windsor down hopefully with my Chrissy Biggins! Which means a certain john partridge(!) may be down to watch Babs? Anyway after christmas they were meant to have my favourite musical atm, Hairspray but cancelled it. They are having Mary Poppins and The Rocky Horror Picture show down though, i'm looking forward to it! My mum also has a box office job @ the mayflower as well as supervisor and duty manager so as soon as the best seats come out my mum gets first pick.
As you know i'm into creative writing and aswell as my script I'm also writing my own novel, check this snippet out:
“Girls are you paying attention?” Miss Lawbridge came over to us, and leant on the desk. “Well Answers?” her breath smelt strongly of coffee.
“Yes Miss.” We both replied - Jenny gagging a bit.
“Good.” She carried on babbling about things to do with Shakespeare. Oh, how wonderful he was, and how amazing his play Macbeth was. We took notes on what she was saying, Well, we tried. Miss Lawbridge seems to droan on forever about unimportant topics.
As Jenny secretly doodled on a piece of crumpled paper, I started to remember all the topics that had almost sent our class to sleep. Our very first lesson, we had to write our own poems and journal entries, and got a long, dreary lecture about different types of poem. Back then I was always sat by myself, so these boring lectures seemed a thousand times worse than they actually were. A few of lessons after that, which would have been nearer October, It had started to get quite cold outside. So not only were our ears bleeding, we were also turning into ice cubes.
Jenny sniggered uncontrollably as she passed me her drawing. I looked it and too started giggling. She had drawn a ‘stickman’ version of Miss Lawbridge. Exaggerating her grey curly hair into a grey afro, Glasses which were too big for her face and an angry facial expression. She noted at the bottom: if I were more artistic I would of drawn on her sexy floral skirt and spotted blouse. I drew a speech bubble coming out from the picture’s frown and wrote: Girls! Are you listening to me, dribble on about things that won’t effect your futures and will just bore you to tears.
Jenny let out a loud high pitched laugh - of which stopped Miss Boring from carrying on her lesson - and banged the table. She had tears in her eyes from where she was laughing so much, I stared at her. “Babe, It weren’t that funny” I said, now aware Miss was looking at us with her arms crossed, and the exact angry facial expression she was wearing in the doodle. This sentence made Jenny roar with laughter, and also made us get a thirty minute detention after school.
As you know i'm into creative writing and aswell as my script I'm also writing my own novel, check this snippet out:
“Girls are you paying attention?” Miss Lawbridge came over to us, and leant on the desk. “Well Answers?” her breath smelt strongly of coffee.
“Yes Miss.” We both replied - Jenny gagging a bit.
“Good.” She carried on babbling about things to do with Shakespeare. Oh, how wonderful he was, and how amazing his play Macbeth was. We took notes on what she was saying, Well, we tried. Miss Lawbridge seems to droan on forever about unimportant topics.
As Jenny secretly doodled on a piece of crumpled paper, I started to remember all the topics that had almost sent our class to sleep. Our very first lesson, we had to write our own poems and journal entries, and got a long, dreary lecture about different types of poem. Back then I was always sat by myself, so these boring lectures seemed a thousand times worse than they actually were. A few of lessons after that, which would have been nearer October, It had started to get quite cold outside. So not only were our ears bleeding, we were also turning into ice cubes.
Jenny sniggered uncontrollably as she passed me her drawing. I looked it and too started giggling. She had drawn a ‘stickman’ version of Miss Lawbridge. Exaggerating her grey curly hair into a grey afro, Glasses which were too big for her face and an angry facial expression. She noted at the bottom: if I were more artistic I would of drawn on her sexy floral skirt and spotted blouse. I drew a speech bubble coming out from the picture’s frown and wrote: Girls! Are you listening to me, dribble on about things that won’t effect your futures and will just bore you to tears.
Jenny let out a loud high pitched laugh - of which stopped Miss Boring from carrying on her lesson - and banged the table. She had tears in her eyes from where she was laughing so much, I stared at her. “Babe, It weren’t that funny” I said, now aware Miss was looking at us with her arms crossed, and the exact angry facial expression she was wearing in the doodle. This sentence made Jenny roar with laughter, and also made us get a thirty minute detention after school.
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Y'know ...
y'know what the funny thing is... When I'm bored i think better ideas for my scripts and novels i'm writing.
Here's a short snippet from the cinderella play i'm writing, It has lots more to come though and lots more before it. . .
Sam and Ella enter, rowing about the airport.
Sam: I told you we shouldn’t of flown from terminal five.
Ella: How was I meant to know our bags would get lost.
Sam: Yes well, despite of that I enjoyed our holiday, *drops to a whisper* Even though we’re b-r-o-k-e (as if spelling it out.)
Ella: Oh, Don’t remind me about that. I found a really nice handbag out there as well.
Sam: Actually sister, I found it.
Ella: I think you’d find I actually did, It suited me better anyway. Me being the prettiest. *poses*
Sam: I wouldn’t say so.
Ella: How dare you, I have a face of a saint.
Sam: Yeah, a Saint Bernard.
Ella: Well, If I had a face like yours I’d put it in a wall and throw a brick at it.
Sam: If I had a face like yours I’d put it in a brick and throw a wall at it.
Ella looks offended.
Buttons: Welcome back … um … girls? (as if he can’t remember their names)
Sam: *sighs* Sam and Ella. Get it? *Buttons looks confused* Stupid
Ella: As well as ugly.
Sam: (at the same time)
Ella: Not blessed.
Sam: So, Buttocks.
Buttons: It’s Buttons.
Sam: (at the same time)
Ella: Whatever.
Sam: Where’s our step-father?
Buttons: He just went home to… *Buttons pauses as the Baron enters* (looking at audience) What a coincidence.
Baron: Girls! It’s … um … nice to see you.
Ella: Hello Daddy, I was wondering…
Sam: We were wondering.
Ella: Yes that‘s what I said, We were wondering whether we could borrow some money to go to town to get a dress for the ball. I saw a really nice dress in the window of Top shop.
Sam: I saw a nice one in Jane Norman.
Ella: Ew!
Sam: What are you Ewing?
Ella: Jane Norman is so tacky, and so last year. Daddy tell her your giving the money to me.
Sam: No, tell her your giving it to me.
Baron: Ah, yes. I was going to talk to you about that. See, Financially I’m not doing well at the moment, So I was rather relying on yours and your mothers money to… Where is your mother?
Sam: She got stuck over in Spain.
Buttons: I thought she’d put on weight.
Sam: Oh, You cheeky… *slaps Buttons round the head*
Ella: Actually she got stuck over there because our grandfathers really ill. We’ve come back for the Royal Ball, We’re not really meant to know about until later on in the play.
Baron: Oh, I see. Well, I’ll see what I can do. *Baron exits*
Here's a short snippet from the cinderella play i'm writing, It has lots more to come though and lots more before it. . .
Sam and Ella enter, rowing about the airport.
Sam: I told you we shouldn’t of flown from terminal five.
Ella: How was I meant to know our bags would get lost.
Sam: Yes well, despite of that I enjoyed our holiday, *drops to a whisper* Even though we’re b-r-o-k-e (as if spelling it out.)
Ella: Oh, Don’t remind me about that. I found a really nice handbag out there as well.
Sam: Actually sister, I found it.
Ella: I think you’d find I actually did, It suited me better anyway. Me being the prettiest. *poses*
Sam: I wouldn’t say so.
Ella: How dare you, I have a face of a saint.
Sam: Yeah, a Saint Bernard.
Ella: Well, If I had a face like yours I’d put it in a wall and throw a brick at it.
Sam: If I had a face like yours I’d put it in a brick and throw a wall at it.
Ella looks offended.
Buttons: Welcome back … um … girls? (as if he can’t remember their names)
Sam: *sighs* Sam and Ella. Get it? *Buttons looks confused* Stupid
Ella: As well as ugly.
Sam: (at the same time)
Ella: Not blessed.
Sam: So, Buttocks.
Buttons: It’s Buttons.
Sam: (at the same time)
Ella: Whatever.
Sam: Where’s our step-father?
Buttons: He just went home to… *Buttons pauses as the Baron enters* (looking at audience) What a coincidence.
Baron: Girls! It’s … um … nice to see you.
Ella: Hello Daddy, I was wondering…
Sam: We were wondering.
Ella: Yes that‘s what I said, We were wondering whether we could borrow some money to go to town to get a dress for the ball. I saw a really nice dress in the window of Top shop.
Sam: I saw a nice one in Jane Norman.
Ella: Ew!
Sam: What are you Ewing?
Ella: Jane Norman is so tacky, and so last year. Daddy tell her your giving the money to me.
Sam: No, tell her your giving it to me.
Baron: Ah, yes. I was going to talk to you about that. See, Financially I’m not doing well at the moment, So I was rather relying on yours and your mothers money to… Where is your mother?
Sam: She got stuck over in Spain.
Buttons: I thought she’d put on weight.
Sam: Oh, You cheeky… *slaps Buttons round the head*
Ella: Actually she got stuck over there because our grandfathers really ill. We’ve come back for the Royal Ball, We’re not really meant to know about until later on in the play.
Baron: Oh, I see. Well, I’ll see what I can do. *Baron exits*
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