Monday, 20 July 2009
Bleurgh
I am getting more than a little sick and tired of my complete inability to drink alcohol without feeling horrendously ill and (pardon the crudeness...) chundering like a demon. It may only be one pint of cider, it may only be one glass of pimms but regardless of quantity, it's bound to come back and haunt me. Literally. Sick sick sick of it. Notice how the word 'sick' has apt implications!!! My body is not a temple, it's a major fecking letdown. And that, my friends, is that.
Friday, 26 June 2009
Blame it on the boogie.
Wow, Michael Jackson is dead.
The reaction to his death has been quite literally overwhelming. Facebook was flooded with statuses such as 'MJ is dead', 'OMG, a legend has died' and 'RIP MJ'.
The LA Times probably used Facebook as an official source.
All due respect to the man and his family and friends - death is always a tragedy.
However, I must alleviate the sheer pressure that has been put on my brain by all the annoying, attention-seeking ignoramuses of this world.
Firstly, I love how, all of sudden, people are on nickname terms with 'MJ'. Oh silly me, they must have known him personally - been BFFs, chatted on MSN or something. But part of me is suspicious that these numbnuts just don't know how to spell Michael; is it A before E, or E before A? Hmmmm, Tricky.
Secondly, (and here's where I state the obvious) every sodding day millions of people die in horrific ways, not a sin to their name, undeserving and afraid and most importantly without a penny to leave to their children and families. Not to mention a multi-million dollar empire. But does anyone devote their evenings to mourning the deaths and praising the lives of these people? These strangers? No. No they do not. Because if you don't know someone, it is incredibly easy to distance yourself from their death - it's human nature! We are a selfish species! So why is it that we are all selfish and oblivious until the death is that of someone who has given us some chart-toppers? Then all of a sudden people are reverential and self-righteous.
Don't get me wrong - Mr Jackson did a lot for the entertainment industry and to his fans I'm sure he was an idol, an inspiration - all that jazz. I feel for his family. But to those people who have been damning the jokes and quips that have been circulating the web, you obviously have not suffered enough personal bereavement. I absolutely resent the fact that anyone should be attacked for not 'respecting' his death. It's not disrespect! Perhaps it's just indifference. But I didn't know the feller!
If the general public put as much energy into worrying about poverty, starvation and hatred than they have put into mourning a celebrity that they didn't even know, we'd be making steps towards a better nicer globe, innit.
Oh how I love to jump up onto my high horse. But seriously, people annoy me.
The reaction to his death has been quite literally overwhelming. Facebook was flooded with statuses such as 'MJ is dead', 'OMG, a legend has died' and 'RIP MJ'.
The LA Times probably used Facebook as an official source.
All due respect to the man and his family and friends - death is always a tragedy.
However, I must alleviate the sheer pressure that has been put on my brain by all the annoying, attention-seeking ignoramuses of this world.
Firstly, I love how, all of sudden, people are on nickname terms with 'MJ'. Oh silly me, they must have known him personally - been BFFs, chatted on MSN or something. But part of me is suspicious that these numbnuts just don't know how to spell Michael; is it A before E, or E before A? Hmmmm, Tricky.
Secondly, (and here's where I state the obvious) every sodding day millions of people die in horrific ways, not a sin to their name, undeserving and afraid and most importantly without a penny to leave to their children and families. Not to mention a multi-million dollar empire. But does anyone devote their evenings to mourning the deaths and praising the lives of these people? These strangers? No. No they do not. Because if you don't know someone, it is incredibly easy to distance yourself from their death - it's human nature! We are a selfish species! So why is it that we are all selfish and oblivious until the death is that of someone who has given us some chart-toppers? Then all of a sudden people are reverential and self-righteous.
Don't get me wrong - Mr Jackson did a lot for the entertainment industry and to his fans I'm sure he was an idol, an inspiration - all that jazz. I feel for his family. But to those people who have been damning the jokes and quips that have been circulating the web, you obviously have not suffered enough personal bereavement. I absolutely resent the fact that anyone should be attacked for not 'respecting' his death. It's not disrespect! Perhaps it's just indifference. But I didn't know the feller!
If the general public put as much energy into worrying about poverty, starvation and hatred than they have put into mourning a celebrity that they didn't even know, we'd be making steps towards a better nicer globe, innit.
Oh how I love to jump up onto my high horse. But seriously, people annoy me.
Sunday, 17 May 2009
I wish I was a trekkie
I am proud (yes proud) to report that I have seen the Star Trek movie TWICE already. I feel like a true geek. But there's just a whole level of geekdom that I will never be able to achieve - the whole speaking Klingon, wearing pointy Vulcan ears and that. That makes me quite sad. The movie was so GOOD. "Good God man, I'm a doctor not a physicist!" Go see it now. RUN...go...now...
What else? Ummm...Only an official week left of actual proper school and then (dun dun dunnnn) exams. I am far too too lazy and laid back about said exams but hey ho, it normally turns out okay despite the distinct lacks of revision. So fingers crossed that my four leaf clover will serve me well one last time! It will be so weird to say that I hold no actual affiliations with PHS any more. I love my school. It's a love-hate relationship. Often it hates me, and I love it, and I hate that I love it.
Cowboy has jetted off to L'america for THREE whole weeks. That's pretty much like forever. But I have assurances of presents and spoiling on his return. I am a lucky lucky thing is what I am.
General goings-on are normal really. Oh! I have a car! That's new! Thank you to Penny for leaving it to me. You are just lovely and I can't even express my gratitude in words so i have been blowing kisses instead. Anything else? ... Nope. Life trundles on like a penny farthing being ridden down a cobbled street. How poetic.
Bed time now.
If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Spoken like a true genius, Spock.
Traaaa-laaa-laaa. Over and out.
What else? Ummm...Only an official week left of actual proper school and then (dun dun dunnnn) exams. I am far too too lazy and laid back about said exams but hey ho, it normally turns out okay despite the distinct lacks of revision. So fingers crossed that my four leaf clover will serve me well one last time! It will be so weird to say that I hold no actual affiliations with PHS any more. I love my school. It's a love-hate relationship. Often it hates me, and I love it, and I hate that I love it.
Cowboy has jetted off to L'america for THREE whole weeks. That's pretty much like forever. But I have assurances of presents and spoiling on his return. I am a lucky lucky thing is what I am.
General goings-on are normal really. Oh! I have a car! That's new! Thank you to Penny for leaving it to me. You are just lovely and I can't even express my gratitude in words so i have been blowing kisses instead. Anything else? ... Nope. Life trundles on like a penny farthing being ridden down a cobbled street. How poetic.
Bed time now.
If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Spoken like a true genius, Spock.
Traaaa-laaa-laaa. Over and out.
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Una lentejuela.
Hooray, hooray, Durham let me in. This is good thing number 1 of recent weeks. I thought they would say 'no, you are too unclever' but they said 'yes, we like you please' which is most exciting. Good thing number 2 was the Penelopiad. It was splendiforous and I miss it like crazy. I can't get the lines out of my head! All of the performances went pretty much perfectly and we couldn't wished for a better success so a big sigh of relief from all of us.
My room is super duper tidy at the moment, which, for some reason, makes me feel like a much better person. I think It's because I don't feel like a dirty tramp living in squalor any more. Strange how the state on one's room can have such an effect on their psyche.
School is slightly getting us all down. It's just getting to that point where elitism is becoming an intolerable ingredient of daily life. It is a source of joyous hilarity to us all that our promotional billboards read 'we treat everyone the same; as individuals.' It sums up two things - the pretentious trying-to-be-clever-and-profound-itis with the use of a crappy pun AND the lies that spew forth from the mouth of the top dogs every day. But hey, I suppose I have enjoyed some of the best years of my life so far within it's walls and I have a lot to thank it for. So I will try to keep schtum and keep the complaining to a minimum.
Cowboy is a wondrous thing. He makes my sun shine.
Why I am always yawning?
I love Bill.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments...
My room is super duper tidy at the moment, which, for some reason, makes me feel like a much better person. I think It's because I don't feel like a dirty tramp living in squalor any more. Strange how the state on one's room can have such an effect on their psyche.
School is slightly getting us all down. It's just getting to that point where elitism is becoming an intolerable ingredient of daily life. It is a source of joyous hilarity to us all that our promotional billboards read 'we treat everyone the same; as individuals.' It sums up two things - the pretentious trying-to-be-clever-and-profound-itis with the use of a crappy pun AND the lies that spew forth from the mouth of the top dogs every day. But hey, I suppose I have enjoyed some of the best years of my life so far within it's walls and I have a lot to thank it for. So I will try to keep schtum and keep the complaining to a minimum.
Cowboy is a wondrous thing. He makes my sun shine.
Why I am always yawning?
I love Bill.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments...
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
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
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
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
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