Mona Lisa Musta Had The Highway Blues

Hello faithful reader.

I'm back with an actual post, as opposed to the writing piece I posted last time.

I haven't made an actual post since May, so I won't lie, much has happened, though unfortunately non of it very interesting. But alas, you'll now be treated to various ramblings about most of them.

Firstly, I finished my exams in May, and thusly as of the 26th of May I have no longer been a high school pupil. Huzzah. Blimey, almost a whole month of being a non-pupil. In saying that, this week was the first week I've not been at the school ever day for the show. Which was strange, really. Having to go in at lunch times/after school being officially done with the place as an educational establishment.

Luckily, it was just to see one of the teachers I actually liked (my music teacher, who was my favourite last year. And only 24. lol). So, it wasn't all bad.

Speaking of the show (Oh yes, master of the segue at work), it went rather well. I much preferred playing the sadist Dentist, and -- so I'm told, and do feel myself -- I did rather kill on the wednesday (My last dentist night). I was told -- by the very teacher mentioned above, amongst other -- that I was worryingly good at playing a drug-addict-woman-beating-sadistic-masochist-dentist. I wonder what they're trying to say...

This week was my first week at the University Summer School, too. It really picked up when I got to the Film & TV class, then Philosophy. Psychology... well... we'll wait and see...

There was Prom, too. Wound up meeting an old friend from Primary (Elementary for you yanks), getting bought a pint by a teacher (the afore mentioned), and crashing on a friends armchair and barely sleeping. Good night. Best part of the night was my Suit, though. And hanging with the drunk Music/Drama teachers.

For a month of non-posting, I can think of very little else to say that's not vaguely self pittying and way too much for this generally cheery themed blog. And so I leave you with this:

"The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool." - Almost Famous.

Goodnight, Farewell and Namaste faithful reader.

The Long And Winding Road...

Hello, faithful reader.

It's been a while, yes? Well over a month, almost two. I apologise for that, I do. I don't know what happened.

So, what -- I hear you ask -- has been going on? Well... Surprisingly little. I've either had little to say, or simply been to busy to say anything. Last few days I have honestly had this blog making page open most of the time I spent on the computer. Other things just took over, both things I had to do and strange and sudden moods that were less than good.

(I won't bore you with the details, 'cause I'm half convinced I'm just crazy.)

Though, I do have a few tales to tell, I suppose.

The first involves neds and immeasurable and ridiculous racism.

(Granted, all racism is ridiculous, but, this takes the cake. Really)

(Also, speaking of cake: The phrase "Have your cake and eat it too"... Eh? What's the point in having the cake if not to eat it? I mean, really...)

Anyhoo.

My friends and I, over our easter break, took a trip to the... *ahem*... lovely town of Ayr. While there, we had an encounter, lets call it, with the local neds. Now, we did nothing whatsoever, I presume they just got angered by the townies in their presence. Who knows. The strangeness comes in what they shouted at us.

Now, I must preface this with saying that my friends and I are incredibly white. I mean, unbelievably. You know, burn at the hint of sun white.

So why these [or this, it was mainly one of them] shouted [such things as] "Black bastards!" at us... Well, not one of us has yet to figure it out, really. It's just racism for racisms sake, really. There's no way he could actually have seen any black people anywhere near us... So who the fuck knows.

This trip, incidentally, decided my university for me. Realising Ayr is a catastrophically boring place, even with my bestest of buddies [and Tommy... long story], and living there to go to UWS seems like a very dull prospect. So Glasgow it is, and i'm kind of leaning towards the joint degree -- the previous outsider.

I have till Star Wars day [Monday. May the forth (be with you). Get it?] to officially accept, though.

The school show [Little Shop Of Horrors] is going well, and currently one of the few things about the school I like anymore.

Good thing I only have like 5 days of actually being in the school as a pupil left, right? I can't wait to get out of that place. Honestly. I'll miss some of the people, and the Music and Drama departments, but other than that...

I mean, the people in charge of the school don't seem to give a shit about the pupils in that place. Most of the ordinary teachers do, but the ones at the top don't give a shit.

This has been slightly rantier than I had anticipated, but there we go. I could rant about various other things, to be honest, but there's a lot of backstory and qualifying that must be done for those, and that's a bit much for what I really intend to be a far more light hearted little blog.

And, to end on a light hearted note, I think we should campaign to have the Queen dethroned and replace her with Stephen Fry. Kind Stephen Fry of Great Britain, has a real ring to it, right?

Anyhoodle, that's all for now.

Ta ta for now, faithful reader.

(PS. Race, probably a good call with the mermaid award, to be honest. Though I do appreciate the mention. =])

(PPS. I hope your feeling better from your period of illness)

(PPPS. And now, it's actually fairwell, faithful readers.)

A Quick Peep

Hello, faithful readers.

It's late, but, it seems like I write late often, so why not, eh?

Before we begin, new banner. Check it.

(Disclaimer: Totally NOT made by me. I got it from deviantART.)

Twitter, it seems, has became a part of my life... Hows about that, eh? (Second use already, weird.) It's an enjoyable and strange beast. I managed to get Russell Brand to say something in an interview after he requested ideas from twitter. That, my friends, is the true glory of twitter. And I do recommend it, if you're frequently bored and/or often feel the need to express an opinion and no one you know will care. For real.

(I'm looking at you, Race. Embrace the Twitter ;). Honest, it only hurts for a moment.)

Anyhoodle, enough of that.

I bought both a Superman AND A Batman t-shirt yesterday. Awesome. Truly.

Little Shop Of Horrors started acting today. Much fun. Playing a sadistic dentist is a hoot. As is playing a failed jewish florist, but just not as much. Though, I'm thinking this is officially my excuse to buy a trilby, as it's actually part of my costume. So, that's that.

One last thing (I'm avoiding anything too wallowy, because it's a very long, long story, which I'm considering immortalizing in film. Maybe. Probably not.), if you happen to have read the last script I posted -- which I wrote very little of, so don't blame me for any typing or grammar mistakes (:-P) -- did you enjoy? If so, we're starting episode 2 soon (Entitled "Tired Of England", my choice again), and I'm hoping I'll actually be taking lead on this due to various circumstances, and shall post here just for you!

See how nice I am?

Anyway. Must dash. May write something other than this tonight, who knows.

Fare-thee-well, faithful readers.

The Last Of The English Roses

Hello, Faithful reader. It's been a while. Miss me? 

What's that? No... Oh... Well, I'm back anyway.

Twitter as official became part of my e-life. And kept entirely separate from my actual life. It's a strange phenomenon, but there we go.

So, onto slightly more interesting subjects. I'm involved in an Original Series Writing contest now, and, while fun, it's awfully frustrating. We've came up with a pretty good premise, yet, no one agrees about the direction I think the pilot should take [as right now, it doesn't work.] It gets maddening at times. But, group project and all that.

On the other side of the dramatic coin, I'm now officially cast in the School Show. We're doing Little Shop Of Horrors, and I'm playing Mr. Mushnik [2 nights] and the Dentist [2 nights]. Audition for Dentist was SO fun. Can't wait for that.

What else? Oh, my father recently swapped his old car for one me and brothers can get insured on. So when I pass my driving test, I'll be cruising in a Nissan Note. Nice car. Need to drive it and get used to it, though.

Dollhouse! Dollhouse! Doll-freakin'-house! Yeah. 2 episodes in, and I enjoy. Can't wait to see where Whedon takes this. Next weeks Ep is Written by Jed Whedon & Maurissa Tancharoen, so that should be a goody.

I think I've ran out of interesting things to say right now. So I'll leave you with the song this post gets its name from.

That's all, folks.

Until the next time, Faithful Reader, Namaste.

Welcome

Welcome, Faithful Readers, to the NEW blog of mine.

Complete facelift, since I recently discovered a world of templates beyond those in the template chooser. I looked around, this is easiest to install and use, and still pertty, too.

I think I transported everything over. Except the Random Fact. But, you know. 

I think It looks better, tbh. Let me know what you think, if you feel the need.

For anyone who happens to be interested, still no word from UWS. And all roads [aka advice] lead to Glasgow. And not leaving home until physically booted out. Bleh. I've yet to decide. Glasgow Applicants day on 31st March, though. Gonna check that out, see if the course is what I think it is in terms of practical:theory ratio.

In the meantime, when/if I have something meaningful/amusing/interesting to say, It'll be here.

Onwards to the School Show auditions [yet to be blogged about].

Fare-thee-well, Faithful Reader.