Exit, pursued by a bear

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

2006-01-20T12:32:00.000Z

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.

Life etc

2005-12-09T11:19:00.000Z

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.

2005-05-11T17:20:00.000Z

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.

Not unlike thinly sliced cheddar

2005-04-26T19:20:00.000Z

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.

that was the week that was.

2005-02-13T16:15:00.000Z

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.

2005-01-30T20:40:00.000Z

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.

coughs and hacks

2005-01-29T19:48:00.000Z

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.

diamonds are forevaaaaaah

2005-01-14T13:13:00.000Z

I am in school. We are having a themed mufti day, for the Tsunami appeal. I am wearing:

Dark green wellies
Bright green shiny tights
Very short denim shorts
yellow and black three-quarter-length sleeved bodice (fitted)
See-through silk jacket, dark turqoise, very very thin
Old hobo gloves (yellow, fingerless, full of holes)
Amber necklace
dark greenish gold eyeshadow, mascara, black eyeliner, sparkly blue eyeliner
dark pink lipstick
wildly messy hair

Earlier, a girl looked at me then fell down the stairs. How I laughed.

2005-01-12T20:18:00.000Z

Art (2 days)
Maths non-calculator
French listening
History paper 1
RS, Mark's gospel
Biology
French oral
English
Chemistry
French reading
French writing
Statistics
Physics
History paper 2
Maths calculator
RS Social Issues

done.

That's it! They're all finished! Hallelujah.

2005-01-08T19:13:00.000Z

*annoyed grunt*

I want to link to blogs from this page, to make life easier for myself, but I cannot for the life of me work out how. They make it so easy on livejournal... Anyone want to help? Please? *puppydog eyes*

Anyway.

I know it sounds pretentious, and I'm only 15, but I've decided to start thinking about working on a script for a tv show, about what I know (ie, life at a london secondary school). Won't get anywhere, but it's good practice for writing skillz. So I'm looking through all my old posts on deadjournal. Holy shit. I'm very glad I wasn't particularly teenyboppery, but it is bad. Still, useful material.

I think I might make it in the kind of style of a blog. And alienate most people. Hmm. obviously this needs some thought.

I started blogging in 2002. That's 3 years ago. Woah.

music in my head: Tits on the Radio, Scissor Sisters

2005-01-08T13:39:00.000Z

Art (2 days)
Maths non-calculator
French listening
History paper 1
RS, Mark's gospel
Biology
French oral
English
Chemistry

done.

French reading
French writing
Statistics
Physics
History paper 2
Maths calculator
RS Social Issues

to go.

Chemistry was easy. Had to point at a picture of a Bunsen burner etc. went straight from there to Oxford street, and the Vidal Sassoon school of Hairdressing. Got my hair done by a nice Japanese student, veryvery short. Her equally Japanese teacher, if less short, hovered about in a reassuring way, and they played that No Doubt album three times in the time I was there. Now, that's a good album, but it was a bit much. I was there for 3 and a quarter hours.

Basically, I love the result. It's kinda bobby, longer and flicky at the front, and shorter and layered at the back. I think it's a bit like Louise Brooksonly a bit longer, and without a fringe, but my brother says I look like Sebastian, from Little Britain. All depends on your point of view, I spose. It's too short to tie back, anyway.

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January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carroll, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND.
Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore. I say, let's do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics. Are your pets talking back at you now? Has your child suddenly grown to full adulthood? Does everyone at work think you're someone else now? Did Bush step down from the White House to become a pro-circuit tap-dancer? Did Zoroastrian missionaries show up on your doorstep with literature in 3-D? Have you been placed under house arrest by bizarre insectoid women wielding clubs made of lunchmeat?

Exams - the best thing EVAH

2005-01-05T15:16:00.000Z

We're currently in the middle of our GCSE mocks.

Art (2 days)
Maths non-calculator
French listening
History paper 1
RS, Mark's gospel
Biology
French oral

done.

English
Chemistry
French reading
French writing
Statistics
Physics
History paper 2
Maths calculator
RS Social Issues

to go.

Just got out of my French oral. Mme Martin is so nice! I kept getting words wrong, and she kept telling me the right one. Anyway, I got 34/50, which is an A, so very happy with that. She also told me I got an A* for my listening.

0.0

Last time I did a listening I got an E. Step up much?

The relief from having done it combined with the whole A* thing has put me on such a high. I feel giddy. I was so nervous beforehand. I had the bit of Commercial for Levi that goes 'And if you don't change your situation, then you'll die, you'll die, you'll die, don't die.' playing in my head. Which is very good, but doesn't help the whole nervous thing.

RS was ok, I think I've got quite a good mark. Biology could have been better. The others are still in Spanish. I'm so glad I didn't do Spanish. I've decided to wait for them. That way I have someone to go home with, and also someone to tell about the A* thing.I don't think you realise what a big deal this is for me.

A*. In French. LISTENING. That's normally my worst mark. Ok, I'll stop squeeing now.

Random 6th former behind me: 'Mr Winters, I can really smell weed.'
Mr Winters: 'Well it's not me! I've never done such stuff in my life.'

2004-12-24T13:23:00.000Z

I wonder if this works:

The Green Wing LiveJournal Community

Jingle bell rock. For some reason.

2004-12-09T13:30:00.000Z

I'm currently half way through the first day of the art. It's going well, I think. I hope. I'm on the painting, which is good. Done most of the background. Well, some of it. I should be able to finish that today and do the detail tomorrow. Probably. I hope.

Got nice new paints mum gave me, and new brushes as well. I knocked over my water earlier, but fortunately it didn't go on anything important. Just the floor. Well, it was only a matter of time before I knocked something over.

BEANS! (as a great man once said)

2004-12-07T22:26:00.000Z

So, I never update here. Y'all know that. Taming of the Shrew went... ok. I got a graze on my knee, and as far as I can recall I fell pver at the wrong moment. But now I'm involved in another play, with the same people. This time I have a proper part. The play is 'The Real Inspector Hound' by Tom Stoppard.

http://www.sff.net/people/mberry/hound.htp

(Because I can't be bothered to make the link priddy.)

The great thing about being in a girl's school is that in a mixed school I would be unlikely to play a character named 'Simon Gascoyne'. But I am. He was originally played by Robin Ellis, who looks like this:

http://www.cluedofan.com/guide/eps1mulounge.jpg

(again, linkage, uploading pictures, far too comlicated)

We had a read through after school today. It's really a very funny play, and the end is just confusing enough to work. Before we started, everyone was flicking through the scripts they just got. Now I know how Gary Oldman felt when he read the fifth Harry Potter. When I got to page 32, I couldn't help crying out 'I die?' For which they laughed at me.

Then we read through it, well, most of it, and I discovered that not only do I die, I also get knocked over by a wheelchair and kiss someone named 'Cynthia' (the exact phrase is 'He seizes her and glues his lips to hers, as they say'. Which should be interesting.

GCSE art mock on Thursday and Friday. I have been doing nothing but prep work for as long as I can remember. And I'm not even finished. But, I'll manage. Then it's Christmas. Then all the other mocks. Then real GCSEs. Then AS levels. Then A2. We had to choose what A levels we're doing the other day. I'm doing English, Maths, Further Maths and Fine Art. Then university. Then (with any luck) post-graduate film-making course. It never ends. Adults don't know how lucky they are, I tell you. Of course, then I have to come out of my nice little education-bubble and get a job, and support myself. Which means rent, bills, living on beans and pot noodle for a couple of years, having to pay for stuff...

Well, if it all works out, I'll be fabulously wealthy by the time I'm 30, so after that it should ease up a bit.

See? I have a plan.

2004-10-03T18:41:00.000Z

Yesterday I had a rehearsal for The Taming of the Shrew (which I believe I've mentioned before). The performance is on wednesday, and we nowhere near ready. But I'm sure it'll be alright on the night. I hope. I went straight from school to Nandos in Turnham Green. Nandos is a Porutguese restaurant-chain which specialises in chicken. Absolutely delicious. I had sweetcorn, half a chicken and a large portion of chips, with a 'bottomless soft drink' (as much coke as I can handle). I cannot think of a nice meal. Excpet, possibly, one cooked by parents. Managed to fine my way home, and watched 'My Best Friend's Wedding', which is terrible, but quite fun. Then ate trifle and watched the Fast Show. So, all-in-all, a good day.

Today I went to HMV with F. Had a lovely time, and got Placebo: Black Market Music. Which means I now have three of the four Placebo albums. And I'm likely to be getting a signed copy of Sleeping With Ghosts soon. The plan is all falling into place. I'm going to the 'Youth Alpha' thing tonight. The only reason I go, really, is because I like the people. It's interesting, I suppose, from a Christian point of view, but I disagree with quite a lot of it. I'm happier just pottering along making the occasional prayer under my breath than condemning things and trying to convert people. That never works anyway.

2004-09-29T13:18:00.000Z

It's the school's 87th birthday today. Which means that there are house plays this afternoon. Every year, on the 29th of september, each of the 6 houses performs a 10 minute play on the them. In the past have been disney movies (i was in the lion king), shakespeare (I was in 60s!midsummer night's dream), fairy stories (I was the witch in Rapunzel), teen movies (I was a bodyguard in Charlie's Angels). This year it's Roald Dahl books. And not the good ones, like Kiss kiss and Switch bitch. No, the kiddies ones. My house (kensington) are doing Matilda, which I like, but this is the first year I've not been in one. Mainly because I'm in the middle of Taming of the Shrew. A friend of mine is dressed as the 'B F Ali-G' behind me. My school is odd.

But, it gets us out of lessons for an afternoon, so it can't be all bad.

I've been banned from the internet at home for a week after blogging when I should have been working. So I'm doing it in school instead. Babysat last night. B2 was very sweet, and behaved like a little angel. Then went downstairs and watched Hetty Wainthropp Investigates (with everyone's favourite hobbit, Dom Monaghan - who mum is convinced is gay, and won't listen to me when I protest otherwise. http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0597480/) Saw the Motorcycle Diaries on Monday, very good, very interesting. Plus, Gael Garcia Bernal is THE most beautiful man.

The bell's ringing, must go and watch house plays.

2004-09-18T00:22:00.000Z

This week has been mad. On Monday we went to Fame the musical with a whole bunch of friends etc. Good would be an overstatement, but it was fun. On Tuesday I had a rehearsal for the Taming of the Shrew, in which I play the Hostess. This gives me one line, from offstage. Ah well, it's a start. On Wednesday we had a workshop in the afternoon with 'Dramarama', which meant I missed double French (woot). And after school I went to my history teacher, Mr D, to help with my coursework. Which he did, and now it's done. Yesterday there was another rehearsal after school. the person playing Sly, who is very drunk, wasn't there, so I filled in. It seemed to impress Miss W, because today she offered me another part, to add to the one I already had, as another girl dropped out. She said I was very helpful, had a lot of talent, and put a lot of energy into it. Must be all that drunken stumbling from last rehearsal. So, that's good news.

Put B2 to bed last night. After Dad and Mum went to their concert (Michael Feinstein, see http://journals.aol.com/journalsuk/AMumsTale/ for details), B2 decided that I wasn't putting him to bed.
him: "You're not puttin me to bed."
me: "Come here, sit on my lap. Let's have a chat."
him: "No. Your hands are too told (cold)."
me: "Ok, let's have a chat from here."
him: "Otay(ok)."
me: "Now, tonight, Mummy and Daddy have gone out, so..."
him: *strikes a pose* "I'm Ledolas(Legolas)!"
me: "Wow! Are you?"
him: "Yes. I've dot (got) a bow."
me: "I see. Hey, you know what Legolas does?"
him: "What?"
me: "Grooms!"
Somehow I manage to get him up the stairs, into the bathroom.
me: "So, Legolas..."
him: "I'm Bettam (Beckham) now."
me: "What, David Beckham?"
him: "Yes."
me: "You know what David Beckham likes most of all?"
him: "Yes."
me: "What?"
him: "You tell me."
me: "He likes having baths."
him: "And football."
me: "Yes, that too. But mainly baths."

So I got him in the bath, washed, got him out, wrapped him up "lite (like) a pattij (package)", got him into the bedroom. At first he wanted to be spooty (spooky), with the light off, but I had to find find jim-jams. Had some trouble finding pyjamas because parents never leave them in sensible places. Found his 'monster planet' ones eventually amd got him into them. We had stories (the most important part of bedtime). And then the lights went out, I sang 'Tuey Tuey", a Ghanaian song I learnt from my cousin (Tue tue, mamuna, tue tue. tue tue, mamuna, tue tue. Abosom Dar ama dawa dawa tue tue. Ay, mamuna, tue tue. Or something like that.) and Silent night, which I like. And then we made up a song together about a man who jumps over things. Including a window (twice) and a bed. And some shelves. He did the same thing I remember doing when I was younger, which was to become extremely interesting as soon as it's time to go to bed. He asked why we had cheeks (to hold our faces together), why we had chin-choppers (to chop up our food), and why we have noddins (noggins) (to keep our brains in).

So I left, made far too much pasta for myself and watched something about sex education on channel 5 (very amusing).

2004-09-15T02:04:00.000Z

They all got back last Friday. So now we actually have to work in school. Pity.

Today I had a rehearsal for the Taming of the Shrew. I'm playing the hostess, which means I have one line, from offstage, at the beginning. But, I do shout it.We're probably going to have to rehearse on Saturdays, at this rate. Ah well. It's enjoyable. The teacher involved, Miss W, is rather stressed, as we only have three weeks, but very amusing and a good director, so it's all gravy. That's such a random saying.

Last night we went to see Fame, as Dad managed to get hold of some tickets, free. So we took some friends and waltzed off to the west end. Fun. not the greatest show ever, but fun. And the last number, where they brought the taxi on stage and made the audience stand up. But I swear that girl just died, and now she's dancing on a yellow cab...

Anyhoo. Had a chat with Mum about internet use and abuse. She seems to see my side of it. It's nice to have a mother who gets the internet. Thanks mum.

2004-09-09T17:47:00.000Z

So, my 'nice lazy week' continues. S is now in school, and seems to be happy, which is good. Spent most of the day spazzing about with F, C and I (as S was at the drs, getting a note to make sure she can go on the next trip). In english we were given our next assignment. We have to write and deliver a speech. It doesn't matter what it's about. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'd like to do something funny. But I'm no good at stand up. I've been roped into helping C, who has chosen to do 'regency' I think. So she's got a bunch of us to stand about in silly outfits. I'm the 'underwear' section. Which means she's got me in a corset, petticoat and stockings. She wanted bloomers, but I have to draw the line somewhere. Ah well, should be quite fun, being mercilessly mocked by the rest of the year.

Any ideas what I should do for mine?

2004-09-07T07:08:00.000Z

So, everyone in my year who takes geography has gone off to Wales. Well, almost everyone. They wouldn't let S go because she had fainting fits a while ago. In spit of the fact that she hasn't since april. And they didn't tell her until this morning, when they were leaving. Which sucks. So she was mightily upset and pissed off, and has now gone home. But she'll be in tomorrow.

Those of us who don't do geography, about a quarter of the year, are left at school to do sweet fa until friday. Most of the teachers aren't making us work much, as they would just have to repeat themselves when the others get back. So here I am in biology, laptop on my desk, blogging away. I've already done today's assignment - design a poster about leaf structure, dead easy - and so have until lunchtime (in half an hour) to muck about however I like.

Woo.

(Thank you, weevil, for your lovely comment. Sorry I don't comment on yours much. Good luck to methane boy.)

2004-09-07T04:31:00.000Z

«#Blogging Brits ?»

2004-09-07T04:08:00.000Z

Thank you for all the lovely (4) comments. In spite of the fact that 3 of them were from my mother.

In response to Hugh:

Yes. He's called Henry.

In response to hodmandod (my mother):

yes, I agree, it's supposed to be ironic. And fine, I'll change it, if you insist.

I am currently printing off pictures of Mike Foale, and astronaut who went to college with m. Apparently b2 showed an interest in him, and wants to see a picture. And with the internet at my fingertips, who am I to refuse? So I have printed out

http://mek.kosmo.cz/bio/usa/00268.jpg">

and

http://www2.arrl.org/news/stories/2003/11/11/1/Expedition8-Crew-PF-lrg.jpg">

He should like those when he gets up tomorrow.

Went back to school last thursday. I'm in year 11, which means I'm doing my gcses's next July. Looking forward to that one, believe me. anyway, it also means that the majority of the work I'm doing is courework, and so, Very Important. Although, they've been telling us that the work we're doing is Very Important since I was three and a half (I went to school a bit earlier than most), and it really didn't matter, so I don't know what to believe.

I read an aricle about 'The Secret Lives of Teenagers' today. Gah, I hate stereotypes. We're not all horrible, you know. Some of us are quite nice. A woman said the other day that I was 'the nicest teenager she's ever met', which was very sweet, but given what I'm being compared to, I'm not sure it's a huge compliment.

Ah well.

2004-09-05T22:38:00.000Z

I suppose I should put something about myself. Well, I'm a teenage girl living in London, first off. I live with my Mum, Dad, brother 1 (12) and brother 2 (3). My Mum's journal can be found here:
http://journals.aol.com/journalsuk/AMumsTale

Please do comment. I love getting comments.

I have glasses, braces, spots, you name it. But typical teenager?

I don't think so.