101 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE (ish)!

Help! I need to fill up this list, all suggestions welcome!
[Although I've not yet finished the list, I'll start ticking off the ones I've done]

1) Get into shape
2) Get a piercing (do ears count?) [/]
3) Get a tattoo[/]
4) Send a message in a bottle
5) Run a marathon
6) Join the Mile High Club :)
7) Get a drainpipe
8) Write a novel
9) Sleep under the stars
10) Learn to juggle, with three balls
11) Find a job I love
12) Skydive
13) See the Northern Lights
14) Kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower >.<
15) Walk the Great Wall of China
16) Put my hands in a print outside Mann's Chinese Theatre
17) Learn a second language [/]
18) Visit the birthplace of a cultural icon
19) Go Nessie spotting! :)
20) Complete a Crossword puzzle
21) PBB Road trip ^^
22) Be in a band
23) Write a play (and get it performed)
24) Direct with the RSC
25) Busk
26) Write a journal everyday for a year (without missing a day)
27) Finish 'Don Quixote'
28) Read the entire of the 'Complete works of Shakespeare'
29) Go camping [/]
30) Learn to draw well
31) Learn Yoga [/] (ish)
32) Learn to play an instrument [/]
33) Take part in Oktoberfest
34) Go to Disneyland
35) Go on the London Eye [/]
36) Learn all the myths associated with the constellations
37) Fly a kite
38) Finish university without failing miserably
39) Get married (lmao)
40) Research my family tree
41) Be sereneded by somebody :)
42) See my favourite band live [/]!!!
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I'M 18!!!! WOOOOHOOOOO! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

1. Which celebrity would you like to meet and why?
Ah, the gorgeous Mr. Tennant would obviously be my first choice, for obvious reasons.


2. What do you do before bedtime?
Read, daydream, read some more, wish I had a drainpipe.

3. One of your favorite quotes?
’To sleep perchance to dream, ay there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come’ OR
‘A dream itself is but a shadow’
Both taken from one of the world’s greatest pieces of literature ‘Hamlet’

4. What is the city of your dreams and why?
I have no clue.

5. Are you an introvert or extrovert?
Introvert.

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
They are each one half of the wheel (reference to a Buddhist proverb). It means that to have one without the other would leave you incomplete and incapable of true happiness. Both are as important as the other.

7. What's the most important thing someone you like has to have?
Patience, I feel anyone who could fall in love with me would have to be so patient to put up with me. I’m a complete bitch.

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Let off a wistful sigh. They’d never like me anyway.

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
Oh, my lack of drainpipe.

10. Do you have a good body-image?
LOL

11. Is being tagged fun?
What now?!

12. What websites do you visit daily?
Facebook, Handclaps and Cowbells, tis all.

13. Who are currently the most important people to you?
The PBB, always the amazing PBB.

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
What is this tagging you speak of?

15. What’s the last song that got stuck in your head?
Northern Downpour, Panic at the Disco.

16. What’s your favorite item of clothing?
I don’t have one

17. What's better: to give or to receive?
To give :)

18. What's the first thing you notice in people?
Their eyes.

19. Would you have 100% safe sex with a stranger for $10,000,000?
NO.

20. What were your parents going to name you if you'd been born the opposite gender?
Daniel. I think.

YOU CAN'T JUST SPRING THIS ON US! :'(

David Tennant has just announced on the National Television Awards, that after the 2009 specials, he will not be returning as the Doctor.



There is no way they will find a Doctor this good looking ever again! I feel betrayed! According to all the reliable sources Tennant's contract was secured until the end of the 2010 series, and there were even rumours that he was extending it until 2011, but this was a lie!


If I had a heart it would be breaking.


I haven't quite let it sink in yet.


Maybe if I choose to ignore it and pretend it never happened, then it will go away.

David Tennant quit!!!




*sobs*

The Epicness of the Bare Stage!

Last night I sat in the audience of the Manchester Dance House in complete and utter panic. What if the props weren't right, what if they forgot their lines, what were we going to do about the magic dissappearing lantern, what was going to happen after the cue for 'Fie sir, fie!'?!?!

But may I say, the cast of 'King Lear' were absolutely amazing, I have never been so proud than when the lights went out and they all took their curtain call (although folks, there was no need to stand on stage for quite so long). It was amazing, it really was, and everybody onstage (and Jodie being frantic backstage) did so incredibly well. Seriously! Considering that we only started seven weeks ago, what they managed to pull off was astonishing. :) I am so very proud, and there's an odd mixture of relief, and real sadness that it's all finished. My last ever (extra curricular) play, and over and done with. *sob*

It'a also quite odd that now, for the first time in a good few years, I'll be able to go home on time on a Tuesday, Thursady and Friday. Imagine the strangeness. :)
Now, the following are quotes from the cards I got:

'We know it will be amazing,
We know this to be true,
King Lear will be super-great
And not a pile of poo'

'Hope the rehearsals have been going well under the capable direction of director Katie (LOL). I'm expecting a suitably grim play, no room for comedy in this one...Well done Katie (I think).'

'Good Luck dude!!'

'You shall be the next Steven Spielberg. but more feminine. And less American'

Thankyou folks! :)

*sniffle*

SO FAIL, IT WAS EPIC

Sorry it's been a while since I've posted, there was a problem and I wrote a load of posts that just didn't appear. Don't worry, none of them were very important.

T'other day (Tuesday) I auditioned for Les Miserables (this years school musical) and was so epically crap that I didn't even get a part as a prostitute in the chorus.
Not that I'm epically surprised that I failed so badly, I think that it just proved me right, which is a very rare occurrence, so in that respect, thanks!

Having never actually properly auditioned for a school musical because of my epic rubbish-ness, I thought, seeing as it's my last year and last ever school musical, I'll go for it! I sang 'I dreamed a dream'.

Needless to say it's the last time I'm going to audition for any musical. In fact, I may just stop singing entirely, it's kind of acted as all the proof I need that I am as shit as I thought, and I really shouldn't be wasting my time.

At this point I would say 'on a brighter note', but I can't. 'King Lear' is becoming as much of a failure, and I feel really guilty, because I've got a cast full of people that I'm letting down. Howard should have known better than to trust me with it. She really should. I mean, I can't even get essays in on time, what made her think I could direct a bloody play! It's shit! I told my cast about the costume thing and how each generation was wearing costume from different periods (to enhance the difference between the morals of each generation) and they looked at me with expressions that pretty much said 'That's shit'. And they're going to end up looking daft onstage, and it's entirely my fault. I feel I should just quit now.

MY FUTURE (APPARENTLY)

		I will marry David Tennant.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Scotland in our fabulous Shack.
		We will have 1 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Black Motorbike.
		I will spend my days as a Director, and live happily ever after.

NOT A DOCTOR WHO POST

I'm saving any and all Doctor Who rants until after the series finale (and believe me there are a hell of a lot of rants).

I don't particularly have a lot to say. I'm quite worried about 'King Lear'. We are going to have to do this very quickly, and I don't know if they are going to grow up and act like normal mature people, plus I've only kind of directed parts of it, instead of methodically working through it, so there are sections of the script with no notes on it, and they are just going to end up stood onstage looking like idiots. :( And I really don't know what time era to put it in for costume and stuff. Period suits the script better than modern, but modern could work really well with use of music; and modern could be really specific cultural reference modern, or non specific 'throw on a suit' modern, neither of which truly appeal to me. There's always the old fall back of just having blacks and being totally non specific of era, like 'Waiting for Goddot'. Plus I'm not sure if people will learn their lines in time, lord knows they didn't for 'Midsummer', but then again this one is only half an hour long, so there really isn't that much for them to learn. But then we are going to have to work through this (not completely blocked) script really intensely because of the time constriction, we're on at the end of October.

And, yay!, JulNoWriMo starts tomorrow. It's 85,000 words in the month, the last week of which I'm on holiday, so that should be interesting (again). I'm totally screwed! I have no characters and no plot, I am just going to type and not stop in the hope that I will form some strange form of story. It can't be worse than last year can it?

'IT IS AN ACTOR'S STAGE, A WRITER'S STAGE, IT IS A SPACE WHERE WRITERS, ACTORS AND DIRECTORS CAN ACTUALLY UNLEASH THEIR IMAGINATION'

I have just seen (and I highly recommend) 'The Revenger's Tragedy', and it was so fabulous! It was truly fantastic. In my opinion the second act was much better than the first as it was the kind of opening that slowly drags you in, instead of just grabbing you; but still, twas amazing. The storyline, as simplified as I can get it, is about a dude (Vindice, played by 'Wild At Heart's Steven Tompkinson) whose fiance is murdered by the Duke. Shortly after this his father dies, which he attributes to the duke over-pressuring him. His heart now set on revenge he carries the skull of his dead lover with him always, and when his brother (amazingly played by Damian O'Hare) informs him of an oppotunity to work for the Duke's son, and thus get his revenge, he says 'Yay' and disguises himself as the fantastically flamboyant Piato. Piato has cool hair, a cane/sword, and the most annying voice, yet humorous speech.
Meanwhile the Duke's bastard son Spurio, is having an affair with the dukes wife, his step mother.
Piato is hired to get his sister to sleep with the Duke's son, although he is unable to persuade his sister (for which he thanks the stars) his mother is easily persuaded to prostitute her daughter. Later in the play Vindice and his brother attack their mother, although they do not kill her and everyone seems to beg forgiveness from everyone else.
The Duke (the same guy who played the naked dude in 'Veux Carret' (and was also nude in this play :( ew!)), is killed by being tricked into snogging the poisened skull of Gloriana (Vindice's dead fiance), how you would not notice you're kissing a skull I have no idea! But he does, and there's an awful lot of stage blood.
The Duke's son tricks his step brothers (of which their are three) and has one of them killed by the orders of the other two. Don't worry, the dude fully deserved to die, he raped a woman who later killed herself, her husband (at the end, when everyone is dead) takes the crown.
The final scene leaves only three characters alive, and a lot of bodies onstage. A jolly, jacobean tragedy.


But it was bloody good! It was so fabulously directed by Jonathon Moore, modernising in a way that didn't kill the language, and didn't detract from the play. It was truly brilliant. And very Brecht. There was a type of educational value in this play, using the tech' box as the Gods, and the fabulous character that had been cut. All wonderful uses of the verfremdungseffekt. It was kind of one of those plays where you really have to see it because description just doesn't do it justice, but it was FABULOUS!

TO SLEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM

'To take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,'

(Hamlet, Act Three, Scene One)

Is that not just beautiful?

NARCASSISTS UNITE!!

Does anybody else hate having to fill out application forms or personal statements for stuff? You know, the bit when they say 'now brag'. I can't do it, for the life of me, I always sound like some stuck up, narcassistic cow and I hate it. How on earth do they intend us to write personal statements for university?? >:(

What's worse is when they say 'continue on a separate sheet if necessary' because they've only provided a tiny space, when I can't even fill that in because I've never actually done anything. >:(

I'm never going to get into uni' am I? How do you do it? Anybody??

I was going to write a nice complainy rant, but I've got nice loud playing and I'm singing along (badly) and it's hard to be angry when singing very loudly and out of tune :D

IN NO WAY OBSESSED

These are a fraction of the Doctor Who icons I have stored on my computer.

It is almost quite worrying... oh well!

Just sing along!!

BLONDIE??

How would I look blonde people??




(that's all I have to say in this post, sorry)

MAY WE NEVER FORGET THEM

'As our boat touched sand, and the ramp went down, I became a visitor to hell'
(Pvt. Charles Neighbor)



Today is the anniversary of D-Day. The liberation of mainland Europe from Nazi control in 1944 claimed over 10,000 casualties, with over 4000 deaths.
May 1944 had been chosen at the conference in Washington in May 1943 as the time for the invasion. Difficulties in assembling landing craft forced a postponement until June, but June 5 was fixed as the unalterable date by Eisenhower on May 17. As the day approached and troops began to embark for the crossing, bad weather set in, threatening dangerous landing conditions. After tense debate, Eisenhower and his subordinates decided on a 24-hour delay, requiring the recall of some ships already at sea. Eventually, on the morning of June 5, Eisenhower, assured by chief meteorologist James Martin Stagg of a break in the weather, announced, “O.K. We'll go.” Within hours an armada of 3,000 landing craft, 2,500 other ships, and 500 naval vessels—escorts and bombardment ships—began to leave English ports. That night 822 aircraft, carrying parachutists or towing gliders, roared overhead to the Normandy landing zones. They were a fraction of the air armada of 13,000 aircraft that would support D-Day.

Thanks to thousands of brave kids, yes kids! Some of the 'soldiers' that lost their lives were no more than sixteen years old, Hitler's grip on Europe was broken, this was the beginning of the end of the second world war. We owe these people the lives that we live today. We owe them more than I think we realise.

Thankyou.

MADE OF WIN!

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BYEBYE

DUST OFF YOU CONVERSE, IT'S TIME TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE!

Well, well, well. Russell T Davies is leaving as the head writer of Doctor Who.

YEAH!!!!!!!!!

Actually, now that he's leaving, I am willing to admit (as I have actually said before) that he isn't too horrendous as a writer, he's just really unoriginal. However we do really owe him completely as he was the driving force behind the regeneration of Doctor Who, so for this I salute you Mr. RTD!

*SALUTE*

But this means that the amazing Mr. Steven Moffat has taken over as the head writer. This is brilliant!! Moffat has only ever done (admittedly amazing) one off episodes of Doctor Who, such as 'Blink' (which he has won a plethora of awards for), 'The Empty Child'/'The Doctor Dances' and 'The Girl in the Fireplace'. So we know that he can do amazing one offs, (with a ridiculous number of references to bananas within these episodes. This is good) but to build up a finale through the series with lots of hidden messages and obvious clues as Mr. RTD does, we shall see. You see that's the thing with RTD, he has really good ideas, but he can't write them very well. But this should be one hell of a jump up for Doctor Who and I personally cannot wait.

However, Doctor Who has been postponed because of bloody Eurovision. This is pathetic! Also, after this series, the wonderful Mr. Tennant (*sigh*) is toddling off to the RSC to play in both 'Hamlet' the greatest tragedy ever written, and 'Love's Labours Lost'. I HAVE to see at least one of these, if not both (possibly more than once). David Tennant is possibly the greatest stage actor of out time. I mean, really, he is amazing. But this means that next year there will only be four, FOUR!! :'( feature length episodes of Doctor Who. But he has confirmed he's signed up for the next series after this in 2010 when Mr. Moffat will officially be the head writer, and he has said that he 'can't really see anyone else playing the part for a long time'. :) Good.

Well there you go. New head writer, which I've been complaining about for a long time, I'm just sad that it's not me. (Actually Mr. Moffat said in an interview that he had based his entire career around getting this job, he had applied for it previously, but he got turned down. After all, he was only seven. He reminds me of me)

NOW I LIKE HER.

I was reading an old book that I found about Greek mythology etc. (it was a great form of revision, if only I had read it before my Classics exam it would have been so helpful) and I have thoroughly decided that I like this one.

She is *Artemis*
Artemis was the Goddess of the Hunt. She had 50 hounds and 50 Dreiads (wood nymphs) and a quiver full of painless silver arrows. She was the daughter of Zeus and Leto as well as being last of the Three Maiden Goddesses. She was also a part of the Triple Goddess. The Triple Goddess was the Moon in three forms. Artemis didn't carry the moon across the sky, yet she was still known as the moon. Although she was stunningly beautiful, she was very cold and she swore never to marry (Good on her! Proactiveness?Pah!) . She had only one love, a hunter named Orion (the hunter constellation), and even that's debatable. She was the Protector of Young Women. She was incredibly cool

TEE HEE, DAYTIME TV

I love study leave. I have now become really addicted to daytime tv, which is actually total rubbish, and it makes me giggle. Admittedly you never really switch on 'The Jeremy Kyle Show' with the expectation of decent, quality viewing, but good lord it is funny.
I mean, really. Some of the people here do not deserve to be parents, they really don't. There is one woman on now who is a gobby little... thing. She is in her early twenties, four babies by four different fathers, is again pregnant, her youngest (who is about three) was once taken to hospital for taking hash.What kind of a mother is she!?! It's disgusting. And she is about as thick as two short planks and she really deserves a slap.
It is soooooo funny watching these people who must obviously think before they go on, that if they storm on yelling and making a scene, then it will make them look better, but really?! How dumb are these people. Where do they find them? I pity their researchers.
It actually works out quite well, I can watch JK, then 'The Wright Stuff' which always amuses me as the dude will make a point, argue it valiently, and then totally contradict himself. It makes me sporfle. However I credit him with far more intelligence than I do Jeremy Kyle. Waaaaaayyyy more than Jeremy Kyle.
I can then flick back to watch 'Loose Women' which is just great tv. Tis awesome.
Then I can grab a snack, watch 'Doctors' then 'Diagnosis Murder' then get lunch (although it is about three/four o'clock), then watch 'Paul O'Grady', and then lie through my teeth and tell my mother I have been revising hard all day.


Yup, study leave is made of awesome.

PROACTIVENESS?? PAH!!!

For new year this year, we all resolved to be 'proactive' about lack of boyfriend.

Proactiveness sucks.

:'(

DAMN YOU GERMAN DUDE!

As much as German dude bores me and as much as I REALLY don't like those sessions, I love this song!!

(BTW It's called 'Du Schreibst Geschichte' which means 'You Write History')

OH GOD..... EXAMS!

Have I mentioned that I don't like exams? No? Here it is then....
I HATE exams. I see the point to them, kind of, and I am well aware that I sort of need to do well in these to get anywhere in life, but that doesn't mean I have to like them, although I may contemplate revising for them, if I have nothing better to do tomorrow. (Chances are that there will be something just uber-awesome on TV that I cannot afford to miss, so stuff revision).
But do you know what really bugs me? Prepare for rant.

The UK has the lowest starting age for schools than anyone else, we also have the most exams within your education, than anyone else. Yet we are still one of the lowest scoring countries when it comes to doing well in exams. The government has spent billions of pounds on the education system trying to give us this better education that our neighbours seem to have, however when a year group who have been working towards these exams for ages, whose lives have been consumed by revision and panic and worry that if they fail their entire future is totally screwed; do well, instead of saying 'Well, that shocking amount of money we have spent on the education system did some good.' they say 'Well yeah, it's only because the tests are actually dead easy and you're still all really thick.' Thanks confidence boosting people, you are just the kind of positive thinking and influential role models we need. Surely any politician will realise that the next generation of voters are the ones that they have spent the last couple of years insulting. And we're the thick ones?!
Plus, there are a group of graphs that correlate in quite a depressing way. It is a fact that, if you are about my age, then you will have spent majority of your life, not at home with your family, but at school. In recent years the number of exams has gone up, as has the amount of homework, and the pressure to do well because the school needs to look good for the league tables. Rising in almost perfect correlation with this, is the number of teenagers who have been diagnosed with depression, the number of teenagers with eating disorders, the number of teenagers who self harm, the number of teenagers with criminal records, and so on.

Do you think that perhaps, somewhere along the line, our government has completely screwed up, and doesn't seem to realise yet that something is not quite right?

Come on Mr. Brown! Do something. Part of your job is to protect the citizens of this country, yet you seem to be avoiding a generation.

Rant complete.

LOL! WATCH THIS

ONLY COMMENT ON THIS THREAD IF YOU THINK ALL TECH'YS SHOULD BE SHOT!

It is never a good sign when you come offstage to an apologising Theatre Studies teacher because the Tech was THAT bad it could have actually affected our grade.

OH MY GIDDY AUNT!!

It wasn't a complete disaster! 'Find me' wasn't actually that bad. I mean, it was kind of brilliant! Some of the people in this play are going to score really highly when the moderator comes tomorrow. I highly doubt that I will, especially when compared to the others in our group, and the written paper is going to be a disaster (and I think that all are agreed on this). But hey! We pulled it off. I must be really lucky.

SORRY... IT'S BEEN A WHILE :(

The thing is I don't actually have anything to say. My life has been relatively dull. Our performance of 'Find Me' is on in three days and, believe me, 'Find Me' makes 'Midsummer' look over rehearsed. We're screwed, but this one counts for a shocking amount of our exam. However (good news ^-^) as the last resort of my Theatre Studies teacher, I get to direct the half hour Shakespeare Schools version of 'King Lear' all by my billy todd!! ^-^ Woot!!
I am actually quite looking forward to this, as long as the year tens do as they're told, but admittedly last year the biggest pain up the arse is too old to be in this production, so all should go well. This is on in October, which means that as soon as I go back after study leave (if not before) then the rehearsals will start for that, because there is going to be another mad panic about three days before that because some people won't have learnt their lines (which reminds me, I got a mug!!! All of the Midsummer cast did, it has a cast picture on it, tis really cool!). But that means that the first meeting for Midsummer was the very first day of school, and I'm very willing to bet there will be a 'Lear' rehearsal on the last day of school, which will mean that there will not have been a point during this school year that I will not have been working on a production. Which is really weird, good lord I need a social life!
What should we be called though? When we did 'Much Ado About Nothing' we were the 'Much Ado Crew', and then we were the 'Midsummer Dream Team', but the only word I can think of that rhymes with 'Lear' is..... well... Nobody wants to be known as the 'King Lear Queers' do they??

AGAIN... I'M ONLY POSTING TO KILL TIME...

I am an average,
A painful average,
I have lived in the same
Averaged size house, on an
Average street, in an
Average little town,
my entire life.
And when I look out of my
Average size window,
I can see hills,
Mountains,
Caging me in,
Warning, threatening that
Average is something I will never rise above.

But the word average never appears in my dreams.
In my dreams I am stood on top of those mountains.
I am staring out into a beautiful world where I can be anything,
Where average does not exist.

And then I wake up.
In the same
Average size bed. In my
Average little house.
But those dreams…

It is our dreams that give us hope.
That tell us we can defeat our demons.
Our dreams remind us that
Average is not an aspiration,
It is merely a stepping stone.

AWWW... THIS IS ACTUALLY QUITE COOL...

Me and my sister were clearing some junk from the attic today, and we stumbled across a time capsule we made approximately five years ago. It was really cool. We found letters that we had written to ourselves and had a right laugh at pictures of ourselves that shall never again be seen due to their horror.. you should see the matching hairstyles that we were sporting.
But at the very bottom of this time capsule was a tiny locket that I had bought years and years and years ago, and inside this locket was a scrumpled up piece of paper with 'Every Cloud Has A Sliver Lining' written on it. I had completely forgotten that I had ever bought it, and now I've found it again, and it's all very nostalgic and lovely. It was really weird to see how much had changed, and how much hadn't (in the letter to myself I was complaining about being single).
When this time capsule was created my sister hadn't even started dating bloke-with-beard, let alone having a child and moving in with him; the letters PBB were not even being contemplated as anything other than just three random letters, in fact I didn't even know half the PBB.

It was really cool. Now of course I really want to make another one.

Hmmmm.....


(BTW Today is Shakespeare's birthday)

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM TEAM!!

(edited the end slightly)

AVOIDING DOING MY THEATRE STUDIES COURSEWORKS....

Do you have any pets?
I have two pet cats, Sooty and Mister Mistoffoles (spelt wrong, I'm sorry), Misty for short.
What color shirt are you wearing?
For a change, I'm wearing black.
Name three things that are physically Close to you:
Well, the computer, my mobile, and 'The Complete Works of William Shakespeare'
What is the last book you read?
'King Lear', twas VERY dull
Are you or were you a good student?
Surely that's a question for my teachers.
What's your favorite sport?
Volleyball, although I haven't played in around two years. I played 'setter', which is a cool position.
Do you enjoy sleeping late?
Have you read the entry entitled 'INSOMNIA'
What's the weather like right now?
Erm.. it's dark cold an windy.
Who tells the best jokes?
Good question. I don't know, a lot of the humour in our group is mainly people bouncing off each other, it's a different type of humor.
What was the last thing you dreamed about?
Flying. I love flying dreams.
Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
Unfortunately I suffer from epilepsy, which means I can't drive for another few years. Public transport all the way!
Do you believe in karma?
Yes. Even if I were to ignore the religious aspect of Karma, logically it's right. What you do, no matter how small, will have a kind of domino effect, which will logically come back to you.
Do you believe in luck?
It's kind of hard to believe in Karma and luck isn't it?
Do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?
Sunny side up
Do you collect anything? If so, what?
I don't intentionally collect things, although people have bought me quite a variety of Doctor Who things, which is good.
Are you proud of yourself?
Rarely
Are you reliable?
Not in terms of coursework.
Have you ever given money to a bum?
Yes (good Karma and all)
What's your favorite food?
Unfortunately I do like food, hence my figure, but my favourite has to be a bit of cheese.
Have you ever had a secret admirer?
Surely the fact that they're secret means that I wouldn't know.
Do you like the smell of gasoline?
Not as much as paint or tip-ex
Do like to draw?
Yes, but I'm not very good at it.
What's your favorite invention?
Erm.... the theatre, does that count? Well, it does now.
Is your room messy?
It looks like a bomb has hit it. It's a terrible mess.
What do you like better: oranges or apples?
Apples all the way.
Do you give in easily?
That would depend who I'm giving in to.
Are you a good guesser?
Not really.
Can you read other people's expressions?
Yes, but I never use it, I much prefer to observe people than join in.
Are you a bully?
Never
Do you have a job?
Ha! I lasted one day as a Pot Wash at a local pub. I'm too pathetic to get a job!
What time did you wake up this morning?
Technically I didn't get to sleep until this morning.
What did you eat for breakfast this morning?
Didn't have breakfast, never do.
When was the last time you showered?
At approximately half two this afternoon. However when I take a shower I seem to forget that there is no magic sound barrier and that people will still be able to hear my terrible singing.
What do you plan on doing tomorrow?
Well, I have the best intentions of doing my Theatre Studies coursework, but that's never going to happen.
What's your favorite day of the week and why?
I don't have a favourite day, sorry.
Do you have any nicknames?
Aside from the highly original 'Director Katie', no.
Have you ever been scuba diving?
Can't say that I have.
What's your least favorite color?
After being forced to wear that tutu, green.
Is there someone you have been constantly thinking about? If yes, who?
Ah, sweet infatuation, yes. But I refuse to say who, allow my unrequited crush to remain nought but an unrequited crush?
Would you ever go skydiving?
I would love to.
What toothpaste do you use?
Colgate.
Do you enjoy challenges?
Like 'MSND'? loved it.
What's the worst injury you have had?
'IMPRESSED WITH MY OWN STUPIDITY'
What's the last movie you saw?
I can't honestly remember, it must've been good.
What do you want to know about the future?
Whether I'll be happy
What does your last text message say?
QUOTE: 'I'm supposed to be doing my coursework *laughs*' UNQUOTE
Who was the last person you spoke over the phone to?
I think it was my mother, not really that interesting.
What's your favorite school subject?
Theatre Studies. Wins hands down every time.
What's your least favorite school subject?
Toss up between English and German
Would you rather have money or love?
Love, every time.
What is your dream vacation?
One with my friends, devoid of family.
What is your favorite animal?
Big Cats are just amazingly powerful creatures.
Do you miss anyone right now?
Yes I do. Yes.
What's the last sporting event you watched?
A volleyball match between South Korea and Japan. It was very good, I was on the edge of my seat.
Do you need to do laundry?
Yup.
Do you listen to the radio?
Occasionally, Classic fm and Key 103, as well as OCR.
Where were you when 9/11 happened?
In a chess tournament.
What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
Kick the machine, I have little patience with machines.
Have you ever caught a butterfly?
Never, I have however remained still enough for them to land on me. They are amazing creatures up close.
What colour are your bed sheets?
Dark blue.
What's your ringtone?
The Doctor Who theme tune.
Who was the last person to make you laugh?
Mr Russell T Davies (I've been watching Doctor Who)
Do you have any obsessions right now?
Aside from Doctor Who?
Do you like things that glow in the dark?
I like a good fire (does that count?)
What's your favorite fruity scent?
I have no idea
Do you watch cartoons?
No
Have you ever sat on a roof?
Once or twice.
Have you ever been to a different country?
Never been beyond the UK
Name three things in the world you dislike:
I have a phobia of cardboard, hate the smell of oranges, and very patronising older people who write you off as another teenager and talk down to you because of the chav generation.
Name three people in the world you dislike:
Well if I'm only allowed three people I'm not going to bother.
Has a rumor even been spread about you?
Many, the quiet, overweight Shakespeare geek makes for a good bully victim, but on a happier note...
Do you like sushi?
Vegetarian
Do you believe in magic?
If I believe in my religion (don't worry I'm not going to start preaching, you've yet to guess the religion) does that mean I believe in magic?
Do you hold grudges?
Unfortunately I must say that occasionally I do. But only ever with good cause, and never forever.



Well, that was fun.

SINCE LAST TIME....

'A Midsummer Night's Dream'..... do you really want to read about it? Go on then...

Monday and Tuesday were taken off so that we could rehearse (which was desperately needed, as I doubt that even now, after the performances, people fully know their lines), which meant that I could avoid around four, maybe five different teachers, who (between them) were owed four courseworks, two essays and three works-of-no-importance. So those two lovely days of were very much needed to avoid working. However in my role of 'Un-named Fairy #2' I had to wear the most horrific green stripey tights, matching tutu, and wings, sob. The dress rehearsal was a terrible omen, however I can't bring myself to complain too much (not that it's going to stop me) because on the closing night we had given the techies their gifts, the teacher techie his gift, make up person her gift, slightly insane stage manager her gift, director her gift, and Oberon said 'We've one left' and I said 'Who?'..... They got me flowers and a David Tennant/Doctor Who doll, and I actually welled up with tears. It was so gloriously unexpected and I am a really crap director, so it really cheered me up.

No... I'm not going to complain, no matter how annoying my cast were, they were amazing.

My sincerest thanks (and apologies) to the glorious cast.

You were amazing!

I DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY...

I just thought that I'd type to say 'Hello!'
I don't actually have any lessons tomorrow, yet I still have a shocking amount of work to do, none of which I have done or intend to do, but hey, you don't care.



Sometimes,
I cannot sleep for dreaming.
Staring at the stars and living in my own world
Is just so wonderful
That I cannot bring myself to close my eyes

I would much rather be here,
Doing nothing,
Being everything,
Falling in love,
Waiting, for a harsh reality to call

If living is dreaming,
Then why is sleep?
No, no science please,
Try to imagine this answer,
Attempt to dream.

OH COME, COME, MR. DAVIES!!

(BTW before you comment I know that it wasn't RTD's name on the titles, however as he's the head writer and to blame for most of the naffness in Doctor Who I'm slagging him off out of habit. Plus I'm willing to bet that the not so good, or hidden things etc. are all on RTD's head)

The whole synchronised catching of various objects as they fall when an earthquake strikes, anybody remembering Mary Poppins here? It's like last time he re-used the whole 'stop or I will stop you' line. The man has only a handful of catchphrases and then he steals off other people. (I'm complaining whilst watching this episode, with the very pretty David Tennant :) therefore between complaints I'm *squeeing* with joy.)
It's a little like a psychic face off! Amusing, but unoriginal, especially the 'real name is hidden'. A penny for every cliche would make me rich. And I like how RTD has got her completely stoned, that's a lovely message to send out to the young kids watching. "Get high! You can see the future!" (However, admittedly it is historically accurate, but I won't bore you with that)
And those marble designs... if you have ever seen the Disney film 'Atlantis' then you are going to see the similarity, however I love the eyes on the back of the hands, they are really cool.

Oh my God!! The Energy Converter!! Anybody see it?!?!

Obviously when I post this the episode shall be finished and you will all get the relevance, but still, anybody get it yet?
You see that is one thing that I must credit Mr. RTD with, he is very good with hidden messages and themes, and anagrams actually:
MISTER SAXON = Master no Six
ASTRID= Tardis
etc.
And throughout the last series the image of the Timelords (like the one on the pocket watch) and Saxon's name being weaved throughout it, plus the drums being stolen from the themetune etc. Well done Mr RTD, we have found your skill.

Lol, 'Oh that's allright... just us girls'

Ok Mr RTD, your other skill is camping up the Doctor beyond belief. E.g 'Tooth and Claw':
'Didn't you think anything odd about my house staff?'
'Oh I dunno, strong athletic men, home alone, I just thought you were very happy'

Oooooh! Water Gun! Snazzy weapon. Comedic.

Sorry that this is jumping a bit, I'm watching and only typing at appropriate moments.

Oh god, 'The burden of the Timelords. I'm the only one left' Penny per cliche? (However I am loving the fire!! That bright yellow watergun just looks so James Bond)

Tut tut, 'Lava?'

Is anybody else picking up on all of the 'gone' and the 'lost'. The breeding planet of the Adipose was lost, their planet was lost, the bees are all gone.

Congradulations Mr. RTD!!! The whole 'I'm the Doctor and I cause *enter major catastrophic event from history here* was so an idea that I would have used had I had your job.
*applauds*

Cue lovely computer graphics.

Aaaaw... poor Donna. This bit is actually really sad, especially that poor kid. Go RTD! Make us cry! (May I point out that I'm not actually crying, all is well) Doesn't David Tennant look good when he's being angsty.

OH! What a shot!! Glaring bright light, holding out a hand to save them. Nice!

No.... not the 'who are you Doctor?' Penny?

The Doctor is a household God! LOL!

And next week is the return of the Ood.

That is all I have to say. Toodles

DOCTOR WHO FINALE

In the series four finale we have not only the return of Rose Tyler and family, John Barrowman is returning as Captain Jack, Elizabeth Sladen is there as Sarah Jane Smith, Martha Jones will have tagged along by this point, K9 is even in this episode, but best of all, Sir Ben Kingsly (is one of those who have been named, but some of the other names are just ludicrous) is taking up the role of...(drum roll) DAVROS!! Yay! This should be good, unless of course Mr Russel T Davies is writing it, and then it shall be highly disappointing. It does however, explain how the void has been travelled through yet again, as that is where Davros is being prisoned hence it's breaking down allowing Rose through blah blah blah.
We know for certain that, aside from the doctor and his harem (RTD's turning the doctor into a pimp!), some of the episode was shot on the beach that Rose last saw the Doctor in 'Doomsday', and quite a lot seems to have been shot in a remote, old englishy looking village. There are also spoiler photos out there of Rose holding a huge gun, that actually looks like one of the fire extinguishers from 'the Girl in the Fireplace', maybe they just ran out of creative ideas. Afterall RTD has made all of his 'big' epsiodes by regurgitating a number of old monsters. Even on 'Gridlock' which I don't think necessarily needed a monster, he just stole the Macra and re-used them.
Either way this is set to be one of the best Doctor Who episodes since the regeneration. We'll have to wait and see.

JUST TO LET YOU KNOW...

I'm much happier today.
Until I catch sight of my costume....
then I cry again :(

*depressed sigh*
^-^

RANT!

Let's see if I can do this systematically, I am ill. I've been ill the last couple of days, however I dragged myself into school today in order to take the Midsummer rehearsal, because the teacher wasn't in, so it was just me. It took the cast (or at least those that had shown up) at good fifteen minutes to either show up, or shut the fuck up so that we could actually get something done. Of course when I say get something done I mean stumble through because nobody can actually be arsed to do anything even vaguely productive. I was actually on the verge of tears, st one point I walked out, hoping that this would have an effect, which it didn't. Some of the actors have not yet learnt their lines, we have been doing this play since September, we're performing on Tuesday. They are going to be stood on stage making up Shakespeare as they go along. This is pretty much impossible. Add on to this Titania had a go at the Mechanicals for talking when she was trying to perform, only then to start talking when they were on stage.
My head felt it was like it was about to explode.
In this play I have to wear the most horrific costume ever seen, believe me, it is a bright green tutu, green and black stripey tights, black vest top, black wings. Now that sounds bad, I'm fat, and I have to wear this.
I am also, and the scary thing is this may actually be quite true, I am turning into my drama teacher (I have two drama teachers, one is like a happier version of the other, I am not turning into the happy one. (Although admittedly I think that people are actually really mean to unhappy-drama teacher, because she's really quite nice, if not just nowty)). Apparently I am being as nowty and as snide and blah.... the long and the short of it is that I'm becoming her, I don't want to!!! I really don't!
Plus I am failing three out of the four A Levels that I'm studying. The only one that I am not failing is Theatre Studies, which I was actually contemplating taking on to uni, but I can't get a handful of year tens to shut up and do what they're supposed to be doing, so what fucking chance do I have of ever becoming a director that people would take seriously or pay attention to. I really don't know why I'm bothering anymore. The only thing that I really love, I'm actually really, really crap at. I mean, for fuck's sake I only lasted one day as a potwash, before I quit because it was too hard.
I should just jump off a cliff now and save people the bother of having to put up with the huge failure.

Rant complete.
Goodbye

YOU KNOW I'VE JUST REALISED......

Anyone who reads this blog is going to think that I'm disturbed, writing about crash diets and slit wrists. This is not good. To all those who are worried that I'm suicidal, I'm not.
Well... not until I look at the stupid bloody Midsummer Night's Dream costume. Trust me, if you had to wear it, you would be depressed too. It actually makes me cry. I'm not joking. Seriously.

*sob*

DO CRASH DIETS ACTUALLY WORK?

Serious question: Do they?
I want to know, no,
I need to know.

Being the fat one is no fun.

WHY DO I BOTHER?

What is the point? I really don't get it any more. I am losing any and all motivation to do any form of work.
I have been sat in front of my computer for about an hour now, and haven't even really thought about working. Admittedly all the work that I have to do tonight was the work that I didn't do monday or tuesday. The thing is, out of the seven essays that I have to do, I only reall want to do three of them, because I'd feel really guilty if I didn't, but they are the only ones I can get away with not doing. The others are for teachers that either a) scare me, or b) I don't particularly want to interact with in the slightest, which I would have to do if they were telling me off.
Life sucks

OH MY GOD!!!! EITHER MY TEACHERS ARE THICK OR I'M JUST BLOODY LUCKY!!

I mean seriously!! I have managed to dodge all teachers and detentions that appeared to be inevitable! God knows what is going on in the world of those strange enough to bother teaching a classroom full of people just like me, but I am not complaining.
I managed to dodge one lesson that had a shocking amount of homework as I had to go to the doctors (apparently I managed to slit my wrist (ACCIDENTALLY!) deeper than I had originally thought. Woops), and I had to pass one german essay on to my other german teacher, so he didn't question the whereabouts of the second as he didn't have the foggiest idea that it existed; and the drama coursework... may I say
L ...

O ...

L ...

I don't know how, but I got away with it. never before have I typed so franticaly in my life. Last night, (I lie... this morning!) I did five of the seven pieces of drama work owed. Now that is amazing! To no extent do I claim that these pieces of work were of any credible value, if any of them pass I shall be truly astonished (this may be the ultimate proof that there is a god. However if there is, it either hates me, or has a cruel sense of humour).

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE SKY BURN?

I mean seriously, have you ever truly watched and appreciated a true sunset? Where the sky dances and blazes and washes the land with flames as the earth is drowned in colours?
Tis awesome.
Tis truly awesome.

THIS WAS MY TEN SECONDS OF INSPIRATION, IT'S THE OPENING RAMBLE TO A NOVEL.

TEN GOLDEN RULES ON HOW TO SUCCESSFULLY HAVE AN AFFAIR



RULE ONE:
DEFINE THE TERM ‘SUCCESSFUL’
There is no way of knowing whether or not you will have/are having/have had a successful affair if you have no idea what ‘successful’ actually is. For example if your idea of a success is a quick shag every now and them on a whim, and that is the result you get, then well done. However, if you want another relationship with someone you can talk to etc. but you get the same result, your affair is not a success is it?

RULE TWO:
PICK THE RIGHT PERSON
Obviously if you are going to have an affair then you need another person involved, but this selection process has to be very carefully done. Obviously you don’t go out thinking ‘I’m going to cheat on my husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend today, you’ll do’ (if you do however, good for you); you see most affairs just happen. They’re not planned or intended, you just find that you need someone, the one you have and love just... just isn’t enough. If you’re the ‘other women/man’ then I hope you’ll also find this the same, you never wanted or intended this to happen, it just does; and the guilt consumes you, tears you apart, but your conscience can be beaten, and is. You need someone who knows this, will understand that they are eternally worth less than all else, after all they are just the person you’re having an affair with.

RULE THREE:
KEEP IT A SECRET
Obviously. You cannot expect to have an affair and tell your other half about it (remember there are exceptions to every rule, but I am yet to meet this particular exception), however keeping it a secret can be hard work. Remember your half knows you, or at least believes this to be so. My own opinion is that it is impossible to ever fully to know someone, a person is a collection of secrets and thoughts and dreams, more than is comprehensible, they may never know themselves fully, so what hope is there of another person doing so. Keeping it a secret however raises lots of problems of its own, I simply hope that you are a brilliant actor and liar and can fool the world. It’s quite odd really that the only person you don’t have to fool is the person you’re having an affair with, but more of that later.

RULE FOUR:
HAVE A SECRET MEETING PLACE
As much of cliché as this may be it is important. There needs to be somewhere that you can go, some escape where you will not be discovered and where you can remain in peace. A nice, secret, neutral territory for all.

RULE FIVE:
WHEN YOU ARE TOGETHER, NOTHING ELSE EXISTS
This may not make much sense on the first time of reading, but if you look at it carefully you can see how sensible it is. By ignoring the rest of the world you can forget about the guilt. You don’t have to think about your/their other half. For the time you are together, it is just you. And you are allowed to be happy together, without any anger, annoyance, or awkward moments because something is mentioned about the outside world that could trigger these feelings of guilt.

RULE SIX:
WHEN YOU ARE NOT TOGETHER, YOU CANNOT THINK ABOUT EACH OTHER
This means that you cannot allow yourself to be distracted by thoughts of them; otherwise it is clear that you are having an affair. It also means that you will want them more and more, which creates a depression when you have to live the rest of your life the way you should, and sooner or later somebody will notice this.

RULE SEVEN:
ATTEMPT TO STICK TO THE OPPOSITE GENDER (UNLESS YOU KNOW YOU ARE GAY)
For someone who has spent years of their life with members of the opposite sex to suddenly discover that they have feelings for someone who is of the same gender, means that this will become far more than just an affair, it becomes a question. It makes you question everything that you already think you know about yourself and can create the illusion that you are falling in love purely because this is something new and feelings that you can’t quite understand, but can’t shake off. Therefore to avoid all this confusion would be the ideal.

RULE EIGHT:
DON’T LET YOUR SEX LIFE SUFFER
If all of a sudden your sex life at home suddenly begins to stop then it will be quite clear to your partner that something is wrong and that you may be getting it elsewhere. If that thought doesn’t occur to them then the lack of a physical relationship may cause them to question your relationship entirely. This is not a good thing as it may mean that it leads to them discovering your affair.

RULE NINE:
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS AN AFFAIR THAT CAN END HAPPILY
Never hope that it will.



RULE TEN:

FOR GOD’S SAKE DO NOT FALL IN LOVE

YOU KNOW, I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M DOING IT AGAIN!

I'm sat here typing away when my coursework is just staaring at me. I am the worlds biggest idiot! Since my last post I have written exactly three sentence of work, and done a bit of pointless colouring in, because wasting time is what I do best. I had ten seconds of inspiration as a cure for writers block, that then completely dissappeared, and now I'm just depressed again.
And may I say how I like the fact that only one person can be bothered commeneting on what I have to say about life. It makes me feel so important.

Oh well, should work now.

(The road outside my house, is paved with good intentions.
hired a construction crew, cos it's hell on the engine)

YOU KNOW WHAT FOLKS, I GOT AWAY WITH IT (for now)

I somehow managed to get through a day of school today (although the temptation to skive was overwhelming, god knows why I actually went in at all) and I have been given no compulsary studies. Believe me this is an impressive achievement. Due in for today were: German essay and oral presentation, History essay, English coursework. None of which I did, and all of which I got away with not doing.
However, for tomorrow I need to have done: German essay and oral presentation (as I had to use the 'I left it at home' excuse, which is only really good for one run), English work booklet (no joke, this is around fifty pieces of A4 paper, and all of which have text printed on both sides), marking a previous History essay (no point to this so I'm not going to do it), and SEVEN, may I emphasise the SEVEN pieces of Drama coursework, which were technically due in over a week ago.
It's lucky I'm an insomniac.
It's also lucky I have pills that can make me happy, otherwise I would be in tears right now, especially as all this work is staring at me, and I haven't even begun contemplating starting any of it yet.
Oh well.
*sob*

Again, if I die at a shockingly young age, all who read my blog shall know why.

GOD I FEEL LIKE CRYING

I have around nine days in which to get the full length version of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' sorted. This includes various costumes and props. Add this in with the fact that half the cast haven't learnt their bloody lines means that we are more or less completely screwed.

Include with this also that I have exams looming on the horizon, which are usually enough to cause me to punch something, but these means that I have to write and memorise a german presentation in about a week. I also have a mountain of work to do that will never get done, and I know I won't do it despite my best intentions. I hate myself.

We have a scripted performance coming up in less than a month, all of which we need to block and con all of our parts, as at some stage or other everyone plays every character.

Add onto this the fact that I ahve to choose a university and a university course in time to apply and organise my future. The big life altering descisions are not something that I'm particularly exeptional, I have problems deciding what to wear in the morning.

Add onto this that I am suffering from a complete writer's block so I can't even vent my frustration by attempting to complete the three unfinished plays that I'm writing, or several of the general rambly and completely crap novels that I'm writing, and poetry... lol!

I feel like puunching something.

What is annoying me most is that I have less than twelve hours in which to write seven courseworks, a german presentation, a german essay, a history essay and various other crap that I have probably forgotten to do, no good excuses for not doing them, and I'm sat here bloody blogging!

Why am I so pathetic?

One day I'm just going to wander and not stop walking. Perhaps if I walk far enough everything will leave me behind.

If I'm dead by twenty you'll all know why.

IMPRESSED WITH MY OWN STUPIDITY

Oh yes! This story should amuse:
Whilst playing with a pen knife I accidentaly managed to slit my wrist. Upon the shock (and pain) of doing this I dopped the pen knife. I panicked, bandaged my wrist (which took a worrying amount of time to stop bleeding), and then stood up to discard the bloody tissues. However upon doing this I stood on the previously dropped pen knife and sliced my foot open. Ouch.
The afore mentioned pen knife has now been locked away somewhere as it is obviously on a mission to kill, and I have reverted back to playing with fire, as it is much more fun.

WHO CRIED?

I would like to say firstly that I did not (much). Obviously I m talking about the last episode of Torchwood, which was quite truly amazing. Owen's death was highly predictable, as he's technically already dead, and something really had to happen. But I did not see Tosh's death coming at all. The line 'you're breaking my heart' made everyone cry. It was amazing, I truly believe that Naoko Mori deserves many awards for that. Especially as it was all done in one take because some of the cast were just crying too much. I'm very sad now that Tosh and Owen are gone, they did make the perfect couple and, although I must admit I didn't particularly like Owen in the first series, I didn't want the wonderful Tosh to die. She was a cool character.
So now it is up to the remaining Jack, Ianto (who make the most adorable couple) and Gwen, to put the team back together. Personally I think the wonderful John Hart should be made a permenant member, but apparently that's not going to happen. Plus that would leave Ianto to fight for Jack, and we can't put him through that kind of heartache. There are rumours that Mickey Smith (who should technically be trapped on a parallel universe with Rose Tyler, but RTD never seems to take logic into account as technixally Jack has re-lived world war two three, possibly four times) and Martha Jones will step in to fill the shoes of the two. But Martha (who had so much potential at the start of series three) is now an annoying character, and Mickey.... well I have no complaints about him, but he wouldn't be anywhere near as good as Tosh.


And now onto the REALLY important issue....
DOCTOR WHO SERIES FOUR started this evening and it was lovely!

David Tennant was gorgeous! I mean really gorgeous! He looked really, really cute with fluffy hair. Donna was funny, I especially loved the bit when they wer miming across the room through the window and the door. It made me laugh, however the 'am I interrupting you?' line was so incredibly predictable. The plot was naff, although one of RTD's better episodes I feel, it still wasn't fantastic, which is really annoying as Russell T Davies was key in bringing Doctor Who back, and his ideas are brilliant he's just not a fantastic writer. I would kill to get his job, I really would. But I highly doubt I'm of anywhere near a good enough standard to write for something that is as amazing as Doctor Who. All said and done, twas awesome!
WOOT! WOOT!
*does the Donna grandad dance*

INSOMNIA

Inability to sleep. It's awesome and horrific at the same time. It means that I get to spend an awful lot of time doing what I want to do, like writing, reading, doodling, watching very naff TV shows because there is never anything else on. It's either this or spend hours trying to get to sleep, which just puts me in a bad mood. However this does mean that I generally don't sleep, I can go days and days with not sleeping no matter how hard I try to, or how much I want to. This is never good, as it sort of puts me on the verge of collapse. Not that it matters because it means that everytime I leave my coursework until last minute (which happens with more or less every piece of work I'm set) I can quite easily pull an all nighter, because it's not like it's going to have a terrible, long lasting detrimental effect. I mean, by no means am I a healthy person, my diet mostly consists of Pringles and caffienated drinks (which probably explains the insomnia), I never exercise (even the word fills me with dread), and I am on medication for a variety of ailments. So hey, if I'm dead by thirty you'll all know why.

OK, HERE WE GO

ME: I am... well I'm actually quite dull, so I apologise. I have no hobbies, a pitiful excuse for a social life, am single *sob* (althouh maybe if I wasn't blogging this could change, but we'll never know), am somewhat of a Doctor Who fan (wich probably explains why I'm single) and I am really uninteresting.

This is the Fight Against Symmetry for good reason, I'm not just wierd (although I wouldn't describe myself as sane). Throughout history, and it's kind of in-built to us a people, people who are symmetrical have been seen as the idealised form of beauty. And I must admit I know many symmetrical people who are all very beautiful. I however am most definately not symmetrical. I'm not particularly ugly (I like to think), I'm just not very pretty, and I like being odd. I wear odd socks because if they match they bore me. I paint my fingernails a nice variety of colours, and neither hand matches. I love how Panic! At the Disco brought glitter and snazzifullness, and oddness in general, into the world. And I guess this is just some way of rebelling against conventional beauty.
Admittedly this is usually a rant associated with the ugly little outcasts of society, which is probably a group I'd fit into well, but what are you gonna do.

Let's see, what else is there to ramble about..... let me think.... nope, nothing, sorry.

Hello World!!

Well, hello. I can't believe people will actually be bothered to read this, but it's nice to be able to rant somewhere, even if it does remain unread. Hmmm... I'll have to get back to this.