Friday 19 December 2008

Ho Ho Ho!..hum

Christmas approaches. Shopping, eating, presents, more eating, family and a bit more eating. Despite the popular opinion that Christmas originated as an occasion to celebrate the birth of Christ, I maintain that it is in fact a way to make us all FAT and POOR for January. But I love Christmas from my toes to my fingertips and I am really bloody excited about it now. This year, I've opted for brown paper and red ribbon to wrap my presents. What an interesting fact for you all. Not.

I am eighteen which means I can go and get slammed on Christmas eve! Haha! Brilliant. Being 18 hasn't really done anything for me though. I don't feel more mature and I don't look older neither. But it means that we're at that age now when important wotsits, such as university and student loans, are speedily approaching. AAAAAH. RUN. We're not ready for these scary life progressions. I may suggest that we bar ourselves inside the sixth form centre with a life supply of baked beans and microwave meals. We would be safe from exams and offers and applications. Fingers crossed for all my wonderfully clever friends - Hopefully everyone recieves the offer they are after.

Wind In The Willows has been marvellous. Exhausting and time consuming yes, but brilliant and fun and lovely too. The best bit is that even us chorus members (and there's a good few of us..) have been able to feel rather important cos it's such an ensemble show. Having said that, the principles are obviously the most amazing and we all bask in their shiny shiny glow - the show would not be existent without them. UP TAILS ALL! And whilst performances have been taking place, rehearsals for The Penelopiad have been going...let's say...interestingly? I wouldn't go as far as 'well' but it's definitely not awful. This could be a very strangely strange show - A Mrs Comrie special - watch this space.

I'd like to be under the sea, in an octupus's garden in the shade. Itunes is on shuffle - my favourite. I love the beatles.

P.S HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHAR-LA-LA-LEY

Tuesday 7 October 2008

How do I love thee?

Let me count the...bagels.

I'm not so sure that Elizabeth Barrett Browning would be all that impressed that Robert Browning, her husband-to-be, has been replaced by a snack food as the subject of her most famous sonnet.

Advertising is so rubbish.

x

Tuesday 30 September 2008

Stupid school.

Stupid coursework.
Stupid lessons.
Stupid responsibilities.
Stupid university applications.

Bum bum bum.

Why why why.

I would like to fast forward my life 5 years or so in order to skip out all the boring bits and land myself straight into a lovely detached house in the country with my lovely cowboy and a lovely garden.

On the plus side, house play rehearsals are going well. Austen are very much going to win this year. We have the best cast ever and the most enthusiastic backstage peoples. Our Mowgli is the cutest thing in the known universe. YESSSS!

xxx

Wednesday 27 August 2008

Blimey O Riley!

The popping of my Edinburgh festival cherry. I must report on the glorious, wonderful, splendiforous world of the Edinburgh Festival.

I have never felt so fully immersed in anything as I did during my week at the festival. Our itinerary: We performed every day at 11:15am and were out of the theatre by 1 o'clock. The space was tiny and had a major lack of air-con so managing the get in, the performance itself, and the get out made for a pretty draining couple of hours. Then it was down to the Royal Mile for a three hour stint of flyering. We met some of the worlds strangest individuals and some very surreal conversations. Then home for supper and out to see a show or two.

We were exhausted to the extent that we didn't squabble, bicker, or slam any doors all week long! I must highlight that our house was made up of our all female cast and directors. So for a group of teenage, female, drama students to avoid a single tiff for a week of living in close quarters was nothing short of a miracle.

Our show was fun. It wasn't much else though. None of us were particularly fond of the script or overly proud to be in it (which made promoting it a hard task). We got some really rather mean reviewers and I would like to take this opportunity to tell them to GET A LIFE, TAKE A HIKE, PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE. We tried our very best and I think that is all that should ever matter! Who cares if our entrances were late and our scene changes less than perfect. The enthusiasm was there. And the shabby Italian accents surely counted for something?...Surely?

Our priority for the week was not to receive rave reviews anyway but to experience as much of the festival as humanly possible. I think we did our objective proud. We squashed so so much theatre into one week that I have been coming across rogue ticket stubs for the last 2 weeks. The shows were all fantastic and inspiring. To name a few - Vanishing Point (a show by an American company performed outside, entirely on stilts and telling the story of evolution...we think), Lost In The Wind (a devised piece by a small company featuring some of the most imaginative use of bubbles, fans and puppets I have ever seen) and Women Of Troy (staged in a completely unlit room. The fourth wall was torn down by the characters grabbing, shouting at and abusing their audience.) Wowzer.

I am already saving to go back next year. Any who has ever thought about going please do. You won't regret it. And if you're planning on going next year, see you there!

Another thing that took place were 3 As (drama english spanish) and in maths... drum roll... C!! Who needs maths anyway. I doubt that any person in a nice normal career ever has to use pascals triangle. Come on. Summer has whizzed by and it's nearly time to go back to school. But this time we will be the toppest of the top dogs. HA. Watch out little'uns.

P.S the cowboy has put up with me and my ways for over a year. It was exactly a year on the 19th. That is amazing. He bought me the most beautiful bunch of flowers I have ever seen. Ain't that pretty.

xxx

Thursday 17 July 2008

Sleep Walking

Tra la laaaaa.
I think I have been sleep walking for the past two weeks! I have never before been so continuously knackered. Jeez Louise - things are taking their toll. I'm getting old obviously.

I think I'm yet to recover from Glastonbury (absolutely one of the greatest weekends of my life and I plan to go again. And again. And again.) There wasn't much sleep to be had at the festival. Partly due to the phenomenal amount of things there were to do and my consequent reluctance to go to bed at risk of missing out! But partly to do with the hoards of drunk and drugged up weirdos who made it their job to wander round the site shouting and screaming and laughing and generally being very noisy 24/7. Good for them.

One thing I must proclaim: I LOVE JAY-Z. His performance was spot on. Good man.

I'm going to the Edinburgh festival in three weeks time. We are taking Dario Fo's Devil In Drag and we are so so so so so so so so excited now. There had been extremely limited rehearsal time for us, resulting in, with only three weeks to go, us being only half way through the blocking of the play. Uh oh. But we are all trying to be optimistic and seeing it as an opportunity to experience the festival more than anything else. If anyone is interested in a touch of sponsorship, we would be most obliged. Heehee. What a plug!

First night of Ghost is Friday. Scared? Me? No! Of course not. Well.... Maybe a wee bit. IT WILL BE GREAT. Please come. Havant Arts Centre, 7:30pm, be there or be a triangular (which is far worse than being square)

Monday 26 May 2008

Paintballing = Pain

Ouch. And more ouch.
On Sunday we went paint balling as a very late birthday present for my brother (his birthday was in August just to give you an idea of the extent of the lateness. Mum's organisational skills. Pfttt.) And I have been left with a delightful array of bruises as a momento. Blue, purple, brown and greeny yellow. The whole spectrum.

It was SO much fun but my competitive streak was definitely unleashed and I can't say that it's the best part of my personality. The thing is, the guys in charge split us into two teams - one consisting solely of grown men and teenage boys, some with their own equipment, ready to destroy and defeat. Our team was predominantly made up of boys of eleven and twelve. So the outcome was pretty easy to foresee from the start.

The other team, the blues, were utter pooheads. They took no notice of the fact that the majority of our team had not yet entered puberty and proceeded to take no pity whatsoever. The rule of 'no shooting from closer than 10 feet' was ignored and the rule of 'stop shooting someone when they are already out and screaming "I'M OUT YOU IDIOTS"' was pretty much overlooked too.

At one point the Marshall made the call of cease fire. Our team lowered our weapons. The blue team, however, decided to carry on sending a shower of bullets over the fort wall. A second call of cease fire was made. And ignored again. Then, just after the Marshall shouted 'cease fire!' for the third time, I got absolutely pelted in the face by a convoy of bullets. The bullets move at 100mph. So, I will shamelessly admit, I stood up, seething and choking on a mouthful of paint, and shouted "CEASE FIRE MOTHERF*CKERS". As I said...not the best side of my personality...

Anyway, the day was lots of fun and a good work out too but I would strongly recommend that you try to avoid fat, smelly men who will insist on shooting you at point blank and behaving as if they believe they are truly fighting for Queen and country. Jeez Louise.

xxx

Saturday 17 May 2008

A Streetcar Named...satisfaction

HAH. What a cheesy headline. I should write for a trashy newspaper.

Last night I went to see 'A Streetcar Named Desire' at the Nuffield Theatre with school. I totally enjoyed it and I was impressed with almost every aspect. It was met with some mixed reactions from my class but I think people were a bit harsh on the cast and designers simply 'cos our expectations were too high. Some of us were expecting performances to rival Vivien Leigh and Marlon Brando but those two were so perfect for the roles and such legends that I don't think anyone will ever live up to them.

The set was really good considering it had to incorporate the outside, upstairs, and downstairs of the little flat in New Orleans. But...Blanche was brunette. It took us a good half hour to get our heads round that'un. It seemed to contradict Williams image of her. In his stage directions she is described as a moth, white, pure, fragile, dressed head to toe in white. The director pretty much ignored all of that and dressed her in a tailored outfit on her first entrance which, instead of enhancing her delicacy, made her seem harsh and angular.

Stanley, Blanche and Stella were all fantastic, despite a few lapses in their accents. I absolutely love the play because it's so full of passion and, inevitably, desire. In the audience there was an annoying group of people who decided that watching a woman being destroyed and violated and watching a man struggle with his fury was absolutely hilarious. They actually laughed. Out loud. Idiots.

Exams are rubbish. Someone should call up that lot up in the houses of common and ask them to abolish exams altogether. Only one thing is saving my sanity at the moment - the prospect of being able to retake them all in January! Ha.

Hugs all round

Monday 5 May 2008

Ouch of the Brain variety.

There are far far far too many things happening at the moment.
I shall list them to emphasize my point:

1) AS level exams starting in a week. Oh dear.
2) Driving lessons. Although they've fizzled out slightly due to lack of funds
3) A new job at the Bosham Inn. I need the dosh rather badly.
4) I'm in the lovely Scotsman's play!! That is very exciting.
5) My Spanish oral exam is on Thursday. I should probably learn that.
6) Preparation for the Edinburgh Festival. I am playing Francipante. Cool.
7) Splitting time between la mamma, la papa and the ill grandmammas. If I was very rich I'd put all my relatives in one huge mansion so that I'd be able to see them all lots.

It doesn't sound like that much but put it into context, (I am unorganized and useless and a bit scatty) and I think you'll find that this amount of busyness is a recipe for disaster.

Moving on to my next random thought. I was trying to practice writing essays about Stanislavski for my drama exam. I am aware that, to a great many people, he was revolutionary and pioneering and made theatre what it is today. But he was a bit of a pretentious old sod wasn't he. I mean, I think all of his techniques make a lot of sense - he cleared the way for realism and sincerity of emotion on stage and an empathetic audience. But how on earth he managed to repeat himself and waffle on enough to stretch his principles across 3 books is a complete wonder. This led, almost inevitably, to my essays all being of the same nature: blundering and repetitive. Hmmmm, I think perhaps some more revision is in order.

What else is new? Well, I am currently excited for my Cowboy because he is doing an Open University course on photography. Hopefully it will help him open some new doors and nice things like that. I will be there to give him a little push over the threshold too because I don't want him to miss any opportunity - that photographering malarkey is a competitive business y'know!

And here's something VERY exciting! I am going to Glastomaberryyyyy. I am most excited about this. I have compiled a list of things I must aquire if the weekend is to be perfect such as: A nice straw hat, lots of hippy bangles, some hair clips shaped like daisies, baby wipes (in excess) and a poncho. If anyone knows where such items can be aquired I would be most grateful. Ta.

Over and out. I s'pose.

Saturday 12 April 2008

¡Dios mío! A week in Spain

I am certainly, truly, absolutely, positively, definitely and without doubt the luckiest girl on this spinning orb.



Mr Finch took me on holiday last week to Spain. We stayed in his mums apartment in Calahonda. It was on the Costa del Sol so, granted, we ran into more tourists than locals but it was still lovely and we managed to search out some real rural Spain.

It was an amazing holiday and I didn't really want to have to come back home.
We went to the beach and got beautiful, bronze tans.. (well, okay, so I went red as a lobster...).
We enjoyed rainy days running from shelter to shelter in the city of Fuengirola. This is where I was allowed to go shopping. Yay.
We used solely public transport - the buses and trains were cheap as chips! - and managed to find our way around all by ourselves.
We tried in vain to find a tapas bar to no avail but settled with a paella which was yum yum.

I think Mijas was my favourite day. It was a small town up in the mountains and it was wonderfully Spanish. The streets were cobbled and enclosed by flat, white houses where little Spanish ladies were hanging washing from their window sills. There was a tiny Church that we ventured into (how cultured) and there was even a bull ring. We went into the bull ring for a tour, excited to be able to explore the location of such a prodigious Spanish tradition. It was sad though, how quickly our smiles faded when we saw the blood stains in the sand and the sight of the little bull looking out at us from over his gate. Bull-fighting is strange.


Torro torro!

Another brilliant day was our beach trip. I love beach trips and this one was especially perfect. We took sandwiches and cans of coke in our little cool box so lunch was sorted. Bat and ball was a fabulous form of entertainment. We managed 13 hits without dropping it! And we even got some Spanish little'uns involved! Cowboy decided to throw himself into the sea, which must have been below freezing. He also found me a shell and taught me to skim stones. AND bought me an ice cream! He is amazing.

All week I was treated like a princess and I was a little spoilt I must admit. I was bought souvenirs, cooked dinner and my every wish was granted! Thank you to my cowboy.

I love holidays.

Friday 21 March 2008

And it's the end of an era.

Just So is over.
I don't really know what I will do with my weekday evenings / Saturday mornings for a little while. With such a short run after such a comparatively huge period of rehearsal, it feels like we hardly reached the summit of our potential. Every evening we pushed that little bit harder, got a bit more applause, a bit more laughter. It was so much fun and no-one in the cast can be faulted. Every one was absolutely amazing and I will miss it hugely! I really really did embrace my inner rhino in the end and I am now very protective over my role! She is my very own rhino.

I suppose all I can do now is immerse myself in my studies to make up the lost time (pfffft.)

Yum. I do love a good cuppa tea. The thought just crossed my mind. Very possibly prompted by the mug that is standing right in front of me.

xxx

Friday 14 March 2008

Skin or fur or feathers..

In a weeks time Just So will be finished forever. A sad prospect in my eyes. I think there will be feelings of relief amongst the people who feel that their lives have been ruled, nay, dictated by this show for the best part of seven months. However we will miss it. I have never in my life endured such an emotional roller coaster as a result of something like this:
First came the excitement for the proposal and the auditions
Then the jealousy at the casting (I'm so nasty sometimes)
Then the acceptance
Then the loss of confidence
Then the period of nonchalance and indifference
Then the excitement and motivation
Then the apprehension
And now, a feeling of terror. I'm also worried that people think I have a much bigger part than I really do. On the contrary; being a mahusive drama queen I have managed to squeeze every last ounce of over-reaction and blown-out-of-proportion-ness out of my role. What can I say! I love the drama.

I'm falling really rather behind with the work at the momento. I feel 'on top of things' if I can narrow it down to 4 overdue assignments. It's getting a bit desperate. And exams in May! Oh dear gosh. On the upside though, I am nearly ready to take my driving test so watch out world! I will terrorize the roads of Hampshire and West Sussex yes indeed.

xxx

Thursday 6 March 2008

Cowboy.

Yee-hah. Sitting at the computer with my most favourite person in the world. With a cup coffee made by that self same person. Yum yum. (That refers to the coffee and the person.)

Yay.

x

Thursday 28 February 2008

Croak..Croak..

I'm trying to talk and do normal things but I totally have the flu. My throat feels like someone slashed out my tonsils in my sleep. Every time I get up I feel like I'm walking through a giant vat of treacle. I'm fluctuating between sub-zero, shivery temperatures and sweaty, boiling fevery things. Illness sucks.

On the upside though, it means that today I was able to indulge in a total of four episodes of Scrubs, two episodes of Fraiser, one of Will and Grace and one of King of Queens. I am ashamed to admit, though, that before this tirade of comedy hit the screen I was forced to sit through a good fifteen minutes of Jeremy Kyle until I resorted to stabbing my eyes out with a spork. The man is an idiot. He shouts very obvious things that any random person would be able to observe but, I assume because of the shouting, he gets applauded for it!
I give you an example:
"YOU HAVE HAD A KID WITH THIS GIRL AND NOW YOU ARE ON DRUGS"
Hoorah, clap clap clap, says the audience.
But surely he is just stating fact. Nothing more. Jeez.

I need more lemsip. And fast.

Ta-ra

Wednesday 20 February 2008

SSWWWOOOOSH...

..CRASH.

That is the sound of me, gracefully parrallel-turning my way down an Austrian mountain side, with my oversized shades poised on my head, and then face-planting most decidedly into a snow drift. I have had many a German geezer swearing at me and my lack of control but sadly I cannot speak German so the best they get out of me is a hesitant sorry and then an 'eat my dust suckaaaaa'. I have a burnt face like a lobster despite applying liberal amounts of factor 3 million every five seconds. Bummer.
I love skiing.

Sunday 27 January 2008

What a mad world.

Last night was the 18th birthday of two girls at my sixth form. They had a mahusive party at the Drift Bar in southsea so we all glammed up and went out for a rave. It's strange how in circumstances such as that; a huge mixture of people, a very loud DJ and lots of drunkards, certain people suddenly show their true colours. I was actually quite shocked at the lack of morals and general self-respect people seemed to have! I also noticed that most of the people there were utterly fickle and shallow. There was one guy, about 17, who wasn't exactly ugly but let's just say he was no Romeo. He proceeded to make his way around the dance floor in a particularly slimy fashion. One of my close friends became his first victim. She thought she'd 'pulled' but we quickly realised that it wasn't the dawning of a new romance when he slapped her bum, wiped his mouth and moved on to the next available girl! I mean jeez, what is going on with the world.

The guys were acting like total primates. They saw something with a pulse, registered it as a female, and moved in for the kill. I almost wish I'd been born in the 20's. When my Nana talks about her experiences as a teenager it's all so lovely and proper. She went courting, she held hands and went for long walks in the evening. Nowadays people seem to skip the formalities and dive right in for the whole shabang. I think what this all boils down to is the fact that the world is being taken over by chavs. Every time we step outside we risk another chance of drowning in a sea of Fred Perry and Burberry. Losers.

I read an article the other day about a family in Europe, I think they were Russian, who walk on all four limbs. They had the same posture as a bear when it's running. It was so strange. The can't talk and their hands have got hard callouses like the soles of their feet. I couldn't quite believe how it's possible to grow up in a town full of normal, or should I say 'average', people and still recede to the habits of animals. This story and the gradual domination of chavs is leading me to believe that the human race may be taking a step back in terms of the evolution of intelligence. Shame.

Language is such a cool thing. I have decided that one of my favourite words is flamboyant. Isn't it awesome?! Flamboyant. Flamboyant.

Sunday 20 January 2008

I sing the body electric...

Last night I went round to the lovely house of one of my favourite people; Miss Argent. Miss Argent, Miss Tebb and myself decided that, being the three musketeers and the drama queens, we just had to watch 'Fame'. It is one of my favourite movies and last night reminded me just how much I love it. Doris is jut the biggest and sweetest loser in the history film making and I am now determined to play that part!

The scene in the canteen is possibly the coolest five minutes of a film in the history of the universe. It leads me to wonder whether performing arts school would really be like that. Would everyone have such a huge passion? Would it all be spontaneous and just 'wow'? I don't know. I think it would definitely be very very hard graft though.

We had a lovely girly night. We painted nails, we watched movies, we sing hideously loudly to the soundtrack of wicked and, most importantly of all, we put the world to rights. We decided that we are currently drowning in people who we don't even know despite having seen them every day for the last five years. Everyone is going around with a front and a mask. It's all so false. What sillys. Hopefully once we get to uni the 'sillys' will realise that genuine is the way to be. Yep yep.

We ate brownies. And cakes. And shortbread. And more cakes. And cookie dough ice cream. And bacon hot-pot. And more ice cream. And then more cakes. The diet starts today.

OH MY GOODNESS. You would never believe what happened to me. You know that silly 'Hamlet' essay that drove me to the very brink of my sanity? I was truly teetering of the edge. Well, my teacher handed it back to me and this is how the conversation went:
Mr X: Sian, I can tell you struggled with this.
Me: Yes, yes I did
Mrs X: Hmmm. Yes. So, I've drawn you up a new plan.
Me: What? It was wrong?
Mrs X: Well, I can tell you lost all sense of direction with it. It needs redoing.
Me: ...(silence. Perhaps a hint of an evil look.)
Mrs X: Is something wrong?
Me: Well, it just caused me so much stress the first time that I feel a bit disheartened now.
Mrs X: Right.
Me: Is there nothing in it worth keeping, what about this paragraph? (points)
Mrs X: Um, well, I suppose that bit is salvageable.

So, after all that, the best I get is 'salvageable'. Great. Oh well - I plan to struggle through.

Happy vibes and smiley smiles to all.

Sunday 13 January 2008

Uh oh.

I am in a controversial mood. I hate the government and stuff. Who decided that we would all obey some silly men in suits? Who made them superior? Stupid men. With their stupid ties and cufflinks. And stupid meetings where they all shout at each other and try to be funny. Sadly, politicians just aren't funny. It must be genetic. Stupids.

I was thinking about the Bench and how wonderfully professional all the shows are and it lead me to think about the pitch on Thursday. I would like say that I think the tensions in regards to the next pitch are going to reach a rather high level. The Bench is full of amazingly talented and pioneering individuals, all of whom are eager to exhibit their finest work. Understandably. And I think that there happens to be some particularly daring pitches coming up. Will there be a clash of the Titans? Who knows!

I do hope that all 'pitchers' will re-pitch their pitch (cor, that's a mouthful (that's what she said. Teehee)) ... Where was I? Ah yes. I hope they will re-pitch their pitches if they are unsuccessful. I think so many plays that have huge potential miss their opportunity because they just happen to be up against some very strong competition.

Good luck everyone though!

Here is some fantastic news: I have purchased a new folder for school, with dividers and paper to boot! I think that this sets me up to have a very organised couple of weeks. A tad overdue but better late than never. It is hard to keep up with everything though. The musical seems to be taking up a mahusive amount of time. I am most sure that it will be worth it. It will. Yes, it will. Won't it?

...

Can anybody think of something nice that they can say about a rhino? A rhino? Some trait that doesn't cause ya to have bouts of chronic nausea in a rhino? A rhino?

xxx

Tuesday 8 January 2008

The world is my oyster?

It has dawned on me recently that I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Apparently I am still but young and I have all the time in the world to figure it out. I believe, however, that this is far from true. In only a years time I will be submitting my applications to university. The course I choose will very much shape my future but I when I see myself in ten years time there is no inkling of a career. My family have had me labelled as a lawyer pretty much since I learnt how to argue. The Spanish and the drama seem like things I want to be doing for the rest of my life but I don't think I have the courage to take the plunge and commit myself to joining the millions of other Kate Winslet wannabes. If anyone has any bright ideas please email them to destinedtoscrubtoilets@hoplesscase.com

I have handed in my English coursework. At last. I would very much like to thank two people who have managed to prevent me from possibly committing suicide in the last few days, by bludgering myself to death with my copy of Hamlet. Just when it seemed that hope was very much dwindling, the Natty Chap sent me a message full of inspirational thoughts and the lark. That kept me going for another day if not more. So ta. And then, when I reached the second trough of my Hamlet roller coaster, my beloved cowboy swooped by and sat with me for a good four hours until we had finished the blasted thing, bibliography and all. So hoorah. Bill Shakespeare was a wily one and I'd like to think that, somewhere, he is having a good old chortle at how much angst his epic of a play has caused me.

In other news, my Nana has broken her foot falling down the stairs. I love my Nana to little tiny pieces. You wouldn't believe it but she's 80 this year. Grandparents are such a blessing and I wouldn't be without my Nana. When my Dad-dad died (I couldn't say Grandad as a baby, so Dad-dad seemed the obvious choice!) it could've been easy to give up. But instead she honours him by making sure that not a day goes by that we don't forget how clever and funny and bloomin' talented he was.

A random entry today, my mind is wandering. It's more fun that way though.

"The word triumph starts with 'try' and ends with? That's right! A big ol' 'UMPH'!"
This is my favourite quote. Use it wisely.

xxx

Monday 7 January 2008

Año Nuevo.

Happy New Year and all that. Is New Year overrated? I sort of think so a little bit. In my life I have made about ten new years resolutions and I don't remember sticking to any of them. But then I suppose it's different strokes for different folks - I spose for many peoples new year is an actual chance to turn over a new leaf and start afresh! So good luck to those people.
This year my resolutions are to go to the gym and to organise my schoolwork. And my prediction of how long this one will last is a month. But hey ho, I will surely give it my best shot!
I was getting a bit depressed about the exam and coursework pressure and stuff. All in all this coming year was not looking great. Then my lovely cowboy gave me a lovely list of all the nice things that are happening and now I'm quite excited. I'm 18 this year. Hoorah.
School is awful at the moment. I'm tempted to give up. At the moment we've been set a Hamlet essay as our AS english coursework. I chose the title 'How far is Act 5 Scene 2 a fitting conclusion to Hamlet?'. My answer is this: It's not a fitting conclusion. Of course it isn't. Everyone dies and nothing is resolved. Even if things were resolved there'd be no-one left alive to feel any kind of satisfaction, rendering the resolve useless anyway! How on earth am I meant to turn that into a 1500 word essay? Help.
Stupid Hamlet.
Anyway. That is all.
Ta and love.
x