Friday, January 20, 2006

She said baby, I like the cut of your J-I-B

Although I rarely-to-never update this blog, I got tagged and have nowt better to do, so here we are.

ONE (1) earliest film-related memory:

I don't remember it, but my mother tells me that when she took me to see Cinderealla (I was about 3 or 4), I left my seat, stood in the aisle of the cinema and took down my pants. When asked why I did this, I explained that it seemed like the right thing to do.

TWO (2) favorite lines from movies:

From Anchorman -

Will Ferrell: ... What are you guys doing here?
Guy-who-played-Mike-in-Friends: We've been here literally the whole time you have.

Now, this doesn't make any sense if you've not seen the film, and very little if you have, but there was something about that line that made me laugh more excessively than I had in a long while. Like, worryingly.

From Withnail and I -

Cop: GETINTHEBACKOFTHEVAN!

... Once again, only funny if you've seen it.

THREE (3) jobs you'd do if you could not work in the industry:

Rent boy.
Fashion designer.
King Of The World.

FOUR (4) jobs you actually have held outside the industry:

Babysitter.
Working on my dad's market stall.
Reading scripts and general not-doing-much for my literary agent cousin.
Waitressing at parties.

It's quite a CV.

THREE (3) book authors I like:

Evelyn Waugh.
Joseph Heller.
C S Lewis.

TWO (2) movies you'd like to remake or properties you'd like to adapt:

Oh, I don't know. Any movie I like enough to want to remake it, I'd be worried I wouldn't do justice to the original.

ONE (1) screenwriter you think is underrated:

Well, James Henry, of course.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Life etc

Due to my excessive blogging habits (I currently have about 5), this one remains somewhat neglected. If you are at all interested, do pop along to glowering at livejournal. But for now, I'll have a shot here.

Creative Writing Club was great yesterday. The darling James Henry came in to have a chat, and was very amusing, insightful, and appreciated by all. We all fell slightly in love, in our ridiculous teenage-girlish way. There was much discussion of blogs, and how great they are. I realised half way through that the two year 13s were looking utterly baffled. It then occurred to me that some people don't know what a 'blog' is. What a strange concept.

I have recently been in 'Daisy Pulls it Off' at school. I played Mr Scoblowski, the enigmatic Russian music teacher. There were two performances, on Monday and Tuesday this week. It went well. In some ways. Monday, all went just about okay. I forgot a bit, and made up something about 'coming upon the notion' rather than the original 'discovering'. I'm too wordy for my own good at times. On Tuesday the entire hockey scene entirely fell over, to the point where the stage manager was yelling peoples' lines from back stage, and our team managed to win two goals to three. But it was awful in a funny way, rather than an embarrassing way, so all was well. My accent was truly atrocious, both nights. Whoever had the idea of forcing me into a Russian accent is mad. I don't even know what they sound like. My main influence was The Count out of Sesame Street, who isn't even supposed to be Russian. It was great though, there's this whole bit with treasure, and it is decided that I must be trying to get it to the Bolsheviks, being Russian and all. So, obviously, a Communist. What a great play it is.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

I want to post, but nothing has happened. Sixteen-year-old life is perfectly pleasant, and often amusing, but it bumbles along in much the same way every day. Not much changes. You go to school, you work, you come home, you work some more, or do something relatively dull. The weekends, sometimes you go out, see a film or see you friends, sometimes you don't.

On Friday one of my best friends came over to stay the night, and we watched Napoleon Dynamite. Which really is a great film, and the most realistic depiction of High School I've ever seen. And Jon Heder is very good looking in real life. When he gets rid of the perm and the specs and closes his mouth. I think the best bit was his dance at the end. I wish I could dance like that.

We also saw Being John Malkovich, which is one of the strangest films I've ever seen, but also very good. And it doesn't seem quite so weird the second time around, when you know what's going to happen.

On Saturday I had my second proper babysitting job, which was nice. The kid was cute, and it looks like I have a few new customers, so yay!

Mmm, told you it was dull.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Not unlike thinly sliced cheddar

I haven't done a proper post for ages. My 16th birthday came and went. I had a party, which was lovely. In the end, no guys turned up, so it was just the girlies. We had dinner and everyone apart from me drank champagne (I don't like the stuff. yuck.), then went and danced and leapt about in the sitting room. Mmm, cake.
Aaaand, there was Easter, for which my mum gave me the nicest egg I've ever had. Really big, absolutely delicious. There was a holiday, though it hardly felt like it as my parents were all 'Grrr. Revise.' I did loads.
I got my hair cut. I went to the Vidal Sassoon school again, for free. I love going there. You get a great haircut, often something really interesting, fo FREE. Or, if you don't have a voucher, for £4.50. Or £11 if you're an adult.

It generally rawks.

Feeder gig. It wasn't the best ever, but it was fun. I managed to have a nosebleed during the (rather good) support acts. Which led to me clutching my nose and dragging F into the toilets, where I proceeded to bleed into a blocked up sink, turning the water there pink. Much fun. It also led to bloodstained sleeves and a big splat on my shoe.

People kept handing us things. I am now the proud owner of
A Feeder transfer(for clothes)
A badge saying 'I've got a lump in my throat'
A 'Shelter' sweatband
And lots of leaflets and stuff.

I had the worst cold over the past few days. Coughing up my lungs, snotting everywhere... Ew. I managed to have a coughing fit at the hairdressers. This time, all the students were Spanish, so there were two translators for interaction with the teachers. This was a bit nerve wracking, tbh. But it turned out ok. I heart my new hair.
The play was on Thursday. It went so well. It was great. Aww. I loved it. It's weird that it's over now, though. It's been such a big part of my life for so long, and now it's just... gone. Hum. Ah well. We'll do another one next term, after the GCSEs. This is the first time I've actually had a proper part, with lots of lines and shit. When Lucia and I kissed (not really. It didn't come out very well actually. Very unrealistic.), I managed to leave a moustache print on her cheek, which made me corpse. I knew eyeliner moustaches are a bad idea.

We tried to go and see Hitchhikers Guide on Saturday, but titdidn't work, so we rented Dodgeball and Finding Neverland instead. Dodgeball was SO much better. It was funny and touching, whereas Finding Neverland was badly-written and annoying. But there was quite a good outtake with Johnny Depp telling the 8-year-old boy to go get 15 prostitutes.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

that was the week that was.

On Saturday me, S and B went to see Closer. It's very good. With the relationships and so forth. I saw a lot of myself in it, with the eternal search for the truth even though it would probably be better not to know. Anyhoo, then B stayed the night (which was nice) and S went home (which was less nice). We had pancakes for breakfast. mmmmmm pancakes.

I got my GCSE art paper. I'm doing something to do with 'the human body'. And it's going to have to be the female body, because I can't draw guys. I think I'm going to do something about teenage girls' distorted body image. Maybe a perfectly normal girl looking into a shop window and seeing all the dummies as being strange. There could be a fat one, and old one, that sort of thing. Obviously this needs more thought. Anyway, the contextual studies thing I'm going to do will probably be mainly Gustav Klimt, who has a gorgeous collection of paintings of women.

On Thursday night night I went to a Life Drawing class. It was very interesting. We started by doing a couple of 2-minute sketches of the model, then progressed to do a 15-minute one. Which became a half-hour one. And then another half-hour one, and that was it. I got some good tips. I focus too much on detail, and don't see the drawing as a whole, apparently. It's a lot easier to draw from a photograph than from life. Less 3-d, I suppose. Most people were working in pencil, but there was charcoal and one person was working with a brush and ink. No-one was exactly a genius, but they weren't bad.

Then I went to a party. A girl at F's school rented out a room in the 'Leopard Lounge' on Fulham road, and there were about 20 people there. It was ok. Not great. The music was really bad.

Stayed the night in the spare room at Ella's afterwards, and got up after much prodding earlier than I would normally conceive possible. Ella's mum Cathy gave me a lift to Putney, which is just a short bus ride from school, so that was nice.

I went ot the dentist on Friday. She fitted in some massive clamp-type-things on the back of my top teeth, with a bar across my mouth. It's a pain, but I'll get used to it. I managed it on the bottom.

This weekend I've been being lazy. I changed my bed earlier, which, for me, involves getting underneath the bed to pull the sheet tight and then climbing inside the duvet cover and doing a dance. Ok, the dance wasn't exactly necessary, but it felt appropriate at the time.

Mum tells me this is eccentric.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

I've spent the day very quietly, tidying up my tip of a room mainly. And doing filing. Lots of filing. I've taken all the crap out of my schoolbag, holepunched it and put it in a file, never to resurface again (probably). Then I made thank you cards for friend B (for doing my i-pod) and aunt L (for giving me my i-pod). And I spent ages on them, so they'd better appreciate it. Gosh, how dull today has been.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

*coughs and hacks*

I hate being sick.

So, Monday, I was convinced I was developing flu. I was geting a sore throat, losing my voice etc. Had a rehearsal after school, during which we encountered a dilemma to do with L being about a foot taller than me. And a bit wider too. When I got home I got a call from F reminding me that we were going to see Green Day that evening. Which, of course, I'd completely forgotten. In spite of the whole ill thing, I pulled myself together, put on make-up that made me look like Robert E Smith (lots of eyeliner and dark lipstick, wild hair), and off we went (me, F, C, F's Dad). Had a great time. Billie-Joe Armstrong is such a little pixie! We were on the balcony, which is kinda far away, but I still managed to catch 4 bits of confetti. Basically, they're total showmen. They know exactly how to play to an audience, what they want, and how to give it to them. Including a guitar, in one case. When I tried to scream, it came out as a kind of croak, and by the time the gig was over I could only speak in a very low voice.

On Tuesday I took the morning off school, and stayed in bed, then went in just after lunchtime. Had a very good art lesson, in spite of being ill, and then a rehearsal after school during which we sorted the dilemma. I should have gone to bed as soon as I got home, but instead I didn't. A (my cousin, T's Godfather) came round and gave T some really nice gouache paints that I may have to steal. Eventually I did go to bed, where I proceeded to stay until last night.

I read a lot of Lemony Snicket, drew a lot, wrote a bit, listened to the radio and my i-pod (on which I now have 547 songs, I think).

This morning I went boot shopping with F. We got her some nice boots

I saw a fillum last night called 'House of Games'. Very strange. Either all the acting and iinternal logic was crap, or it was 'stylised'. Plus, the woman had really short hair and a very square jawline, which is a bad look. Add shoulder pads and... ouch. But, it had the guy who does the voice of Fat Tony in it, so it's not all bad. He gets shot.