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Kate aka Captain Underpants
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| Thank you, Wade Brands |
[Feb. 27th, 2006|06:54 pm] |
Hmmm... well, I'm feeling slightly better after my self-wallowing trip I was on last time around. Though the seemlessly never-ending work I have to do, isn't doing a great job of cheering me up at the moment. It's just that feeling of not looking forward to starting something. I'm OK once I start, but there's a lot of apprehension before embarking on the work!! First up is an essay on a five-minute segment on any film and analysing the sound, for, believe it or not, Sound & Music in Film and TV! I'll probably use a clip from the first Star Wars trilogy, as about 30% of my work from last year was Star Wars based and I got great grades on them!! Enough of my boasting...
This week, I have mostly been... spotting myself on the back of Green Day's live album, Bullet in a Bible. OOOH YES, SPORTSFANS!! I am on the back. You all hate me, don't you?! You do, don't you?! Ha! Immortalised forever on the back of an album released by one of the best selling bands of recent years. Ahhhh, something of a post-orgasmic and smug feeling I'm getting about the whole ordeal. I suppose if you were at Woodstock and then saw yourself on the accompanying album cover, it'd be like that. Not that I'm comparing MK National Bowl to Woodstock!! And you can't deny the big-selling thing either! In the UK, American Idiot was released in September 2004 and as of February 27th 2006 is currently at position #45 (out of 75, still a little way to go yet) on the British Album Chart and still winning awards. Watch the BRIT Awards?! I'll get off my fanboy soapbox now. It's not like I LOVE Green Day, but when you went to one of two UK dates at Milton Keynes, for FREE (thanks Tom!), use your diabetes to get backstage via St. John's to use the toilet and run into Adrienne Nesser/Armstrong, spend the whole day with your view blocked by somebody 7ft tall in front of you, sunburnt and crushed against the security barrier until you get fed up of it and want out, then get put into the V.I.P. area thanks to a fuck up by a security guard for Green Day's set, how are you supposed to feel?! Besides, I did my research. So what if I'm a geek?! I heard your mum/sister/grandmother/dog started drinking again. OK, I'm not great at smacktalk. I digress but, ner... you know I'm right. If you don't believe me, lock your peepers onto the area near the barcode, I'm near the front.
Anyway, back to my work. I don't have a song or band to recommend because I'm too biased this week!! But here's a joke!!
A man walks into a pub and notices two slabs of meat nailed to the ceiling. He goes to the bar and says to the barman:
"What's with the meat on the ceiling?"
The barman says: "We're having a competition this week to see if anyone can stand on the ground beneath them and get them down with their teeth. There's £50 in it. You want in?"
The man stands there with his hand rubbing his chin and looking at the meat for a while. After half an hour, the barman comes back and asks:
"So? You in?"
The man looks at the barman and answers: "Nah. The steaks are too high." |
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| I'm sorry, what were you saying?! |
[Feb. 21st, 2006|06:07 pm] |
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Hmmm... well, one word. Postmodernism. Completely flown over my head. I don't know what it is about it, in theory it seems simple enough to understand, but my brain just glazes over as soon as someone says "Postmod...." Oh well, I'll get there eventually. Why, oh why, did I suggest the fucking subject?! And why the hell did I say I'd write up the notes for everyone to use/work from for our presentation. Stupid.
Just got my grades for last semester. A B and two Cs. Not too bad I suppose. I've been told I can easily get a 2:2. Maybe if I start doing the reading and work, I can move it up to a 2:1.
I got Scrubs series 3 on DVD last Tuesday so that's been in my DVD player this, well, fortnight. I've seen all 22 episodes in order at least four times now... They're all still funny, the Janitor seems to get funnier and Michael J. Fox is amazing in the episode, "My Catalyst".
I'm feeling so empty and drained and just completely wiped out. To make things worse, my mum phoned me on Sunday to inform me that she and my stepfather are giving my room to one of my brothers. Even though he already has his own room, but wants mine because it's slightly bigger. OK, fair enough, lately I haven't been there much but my bed on it's own won't fit in his room, so this suggests to me that all of my furniture is either being chucked out or being given to my brother. (His room has a built in wardrobe, mine doesn't, so I can say goodbye to my wardrobe anyway. And then my dresser and desk match the wardrobe, so come to your own conclusions!) I know it sounds petty, but I like the space I HAD set up. People who know me, know I have a strong personality and it comes across through my room. And I know you're probably thinking, "It's just stuff." BUT IT'S MY STUFF. It's not enough that one brother broke my TV and the other stole my Hi-Fi (both of which I worked and paid for) and nothing was said, but I now feel like I'm being pushed out, as all of my immediate family members have now vocalised that they don't want me there/or are telling me to leave whenever I am there. It hurts, you know?!
Enough of my self-wallowing, I'm listening a lot to Hello, My Treacherous Friends - OK Go. It's about how the people around you change when you want to move onto new ventures or new places. How appropriate.
Anyway, Seeley out. Ciao x |
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| Welcome mes petits morceaux de merde!! |
[Feb. 13th, 2006|06:27 am] |
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Hmmm... this is my first EVER blog. A bit like keeping a diary, I suppose. Except it's not your annoying brother reading through it for blackmailage, it's the entire fucking Worldwide Web!! Not that you'll find anything interesting, I fear.
Well you must've read all about me, to have gotten this far, so I don't have to introduce anything. At the minute, the prospect of starting a particular piece of work for uni terrifies me. The offending piece has to be a 10-15 minute screenplay for a short film. The length doesn't worry me, I can do that standing on my head, whilst flies buzz around and dogs use me as a lamp post/toilet. It's the thought that my ideas are up for scrutiny and criticism.
In my very near future, audience, I want to be a screenwriter. I also want to be an actress and director, but they aren't looming over my head right now. This 10-15 minute sampler will, spiritually, make me or break me. What happens if the moderator doesn't think I have what it takes to construct a narrative, ellicit an emotional response and, most importantly, my attempts to write a comedic piece fall on deaf ears?!
This means I have actually got to focus!
Anyway, my problem time over. I want to recommend a song every so often, so here's my first: Pantera Fans in Love/5000 Ways to Die by Nerf Herder. Nerf Herder are one of my favourite bands. Most people probably only know them for their composition of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer theme, but their albums are damn good. They're irreverent and poke fun at modern society. So if you know what's good for you, you'll listen to it!
Ciao for now! x |
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