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?

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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.
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