For never was a story of more woe
Than Juliet and her Romeo.

Damn straight, but why on earth were people *laughing* when Juliet (Claire Danes, at least, in the film version) started sobbing? Why?

Kat has told me to post (again) but I seriously cannot think of anything that would interest people, or myself. The funniest thing lately has been listening to Jenny sing "What a Wonderful World" in *the voice*, but obviously I can't relay it onto here. *sigh*

Star-crossed lovers. *sigh* Romeo and Juliet. *sigh* Ennis and Jack. *double sigh* The Doctor and Rose. *si...except they weren't lovers, were they? Hmm.*

In a romantic mood, people. I consider the phrase "star-crossed lovers", to be the best two (or is it three?) most beautiful words in literature.

And Annie Proulx's work is fairly amazing too.

Later, that dozy embrace solidifed in Jack's memory as the single moment of artless, charmed happiness in their separate and difficult lives. Nothing marred it, not even the knowledge that Ennis would not embrace him face to face because he did not want to feel that it was Jack he held. And maybe, thought Jack, maybe they'd never gotten much farther than that. Let be, let be.

(That's an approximation.)

...OK, according to Katherine, Emily just managed to delete her entire coursework and write the number "13" instead, albeit temporarily. Another Darwin moment.

Rosby out, will probably post later. It's [almost] the weekend! *dances*

P.S. CONSARN IT, I missed David Tennant's family tree bonanza. Damn. Is it being repeated?

You know what? It's my blog; I shouldn't have to worry that people might get bored at the things I repeat. I am never, ever going to forget this film. It's going to stay in my mind forever; I can just tell.

OK, I'm as sympathetic to a crash victim (or a flip victim) as much as the next person, but surely if you're driving at 300 miles an hour, it can't go without consequence, can it? Surely there are laws against driving that fast?

Anyway, Kat has been nagging me to post most of the day, and I tried to earlier, but Mrs Ball was observing me closely with those hawk eyes of hers, so I couldn't during the lesson.

And plus, I really haven't had anything incredibly exciting or interesting to post about. I sit myself in front of the laptop to post here and all that seems to come out of my mouth is Jake Gyllenhaal or Brokeback Mountain. I must try and stop it.

It was an interesting lunchtime, actually. It was chucking it down with rain and Anna wasn't around, so me, Kat and Tash retreated back into the form room with a bunch of other people, including at least two snogging couples. Urgh.

Anyway, I'm not sure how it started, but we were poking each other insessantly for a while, then Kat desisted after I kept yelling "RAPE!" And I'm not sure how it progressed from there, but I ended up making a lot of jokes about how Kat and Tash are, and I quote, "Raving, closeted, kinky lesbians." Which sparked off this:

Mike: You and Kat are lesbians?
Rosby: Oh God, yes. And we rope Tash in as often as we can. Sometimes literally.

Which prompted Tash and Kat to freak out completely and start throwing things at me in order to shut me up. But it was so worth it. Heehee.

Also had a bizarre and difficult time trying to explain to Kat how you can tell sex scenes in films are imminent. For instance, we're watching Romeo + Juliet in English, and we've just got to the part where Romeo climbs through Juliet's window after he has killed Tybalt; he's soaking wet, just committed murder of her cousin, and both of the newly-weds are pretty upset. The room is lit with candles, she is wearing a nightdress, etc. It's difficult to describe exactly what the mood is, but you can just tell that they're about to, as I tried to explain to Kat. Unfortunately she picked up on the fact that I said something to the effect of, "If two people in a film are both upset they usually end up having sex.", and wouldn't let it go all day.

And I didn't mean that literally; it just happens a lot. When there's been an emotional upheaval (in the film world, I mean) the protaganists (the ones who have deep-seated feelings for each other, anyway) will meet, possibly argue, then kiss passionately, then...you know the rest. Me and Kat have a bet going on to see if I'm right about what will happen next in R + J.

And Kat had to get Binnie involved, as well, damn her:

Kat: Binnie, would you have sex with Ros if you were upset?
Binnie: What???
Kat: Well, Ros has this theory that if two people are upset then they end up sleeping together.
Rosby: For the last time, I didn't *mean* it like that!
Kat: Well, would you?
Binnie: If I was upset? Well...probably not. Maybe if I was suicidal, but...

Whereupon I started hitting him with a history book. Hmph.

Anyway, must toodle off and have something to eat. I have to be self-sufficient for the next couple of days; Mum and Dad are away for the weekend and Joe sure as hell isn't going to cook me anything.

Farewell...

Trust me, if I could think of anything interesting to write about, I would post more often. I really would. But life is one long piece of coursework right now; intersped with Brokeback obsession moments as well. Nothing new.

Still...it still beats me how Diana managed to interpret the film that wrongly. That girl may be a genius on the academic front but I think I've got the lead in film study. There again, I have seen it several more times than she has.

AND JACK TWIST IS *NOT* A SLIMY CHARACTER!!!

(OK, emotional outburst over.)

Must leave now. Will leave you with some words of wisdom:

"That woman is all a-BOUT the J-Dizzle!"

Three things that prove that Jake G is *fanastic* actor, and that I do NOT fancy him simply because of the looks:

"Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together! Fuckin' real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn't want it, Ennis! So what we got now is BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN! Everything's built on that! That's all we got, boy, fuckin' all. So I hope you know that, if you don't never know the rest! You count the damn few times we have been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on - and *then* you ask me about Mexico and tell me you'll kill me for needing somethin' I don't hardly never get. You have *no idea* how bad it gets! I mean, I'm not you... I can't make it on a coupla high-altitude fucks once or twice a year! You are too much for me Ennis, you sonofawhoreson bitch! I wish I knew how to quit you."

The sheer volume of genuine emotion and realism he injects into this speech is incredible. If I studied actors all my life I'd never understand how they manage it. Which is a stupid thing to say, but it is a massive mystery sometimes.

I also LOVE this (a voiceover from Donnie Darko):

"Dear Roberta Sparrow, I have reached the end of your book and...there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I'm afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I'm afraid that you'll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to. "

The last sentence is my favourite; as he says it the time portal comes to an end in a flash of white light, and Donnie's voice sounds content and distant at the same time.

And also this:

[drunkenly] "First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. I mean, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?"

Every time I see that I just start laughing; it's brilliant!

Urgh, going into gushing mode. Still, thought I'd share those with you.

Anyway, got my Careers and Aptitude test back today, and I'm in luck; my ideal job (screenwriter/script writer) is on the list of very ideal jobs they have given me as suggestions. Hurrah!

...still, that's no guarantee it'll happen. Oh God. I don't think I'll end up doing it. I know you're supposed to have faith and all, but it's such a hard business, and I know nothing about it. All I'd like to do is write the perfect screenplay, and be there when it gets made and see how filming is done, and then see the finished product, and...oh dear. Anyway, that'd be my ideal career. I'll juts have to have faith. Hmm. Just remembered a little snippet I love from The Time Traveler's Wife:

"Henry, just tell me; what happens? Where do we meet?"
"One hint: Chicago."
"More."
"Have faith. It's all there, in front of you."

Hmph. Wish it was all in front of me. There again, my future husband hasn't travelled back in time to tell me anything (yet), so I don't know. But that doesn't mean my future isn't pre-decided, does it? Oh God, now we're entering a massive time travel debate, which will have me going off on a Donnie Darko tangent again. Which I know bores you incredibly; I think that's why Marie and Lisa don't comment here anymore, because of the Jake G obsessive posting.

*sniff* Must go.

P.S. Willie Nelson is officially the best musician on the planet. I have been singing "Cowboys are Frequently Secretly fond of each other" for three days, through no fault of my own. And before you say, it is NON-BROKEBACK RELATED. Was written before the film came out. Not sure about the short story...if it was before, maybe Annie Proulx drew inspiration from it. Or not. I'll find out.

Have I mentioned that I am in passionate and soul-bursting LOVE with Anna? Look what she made me!

...oh, well I guess it didn't work. I'll have to link it, then.

Look!!!

The pain is referring to my newly instated full braces, which BLOODY WELL HURT! Gaggghhhh! But still; I have Jake G staring at me with the blue ones in a wet shirt. Totally worth it!

Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, BOLLOCKS. Stupid blogger.

The gist of the deleted post:

• I think Mr Fenton wasn't that bad despite some mistakes, and will get better over time.
• School is fine so far, but am bracing myself for pressure.
• Mandarin is great.

Grr. *storms off*

And so it ends...and subsequently begins. I remember this time last year I was singing Beatles songs all day. Hmm.

It's the last day of the holidays. Spent it re-reading Bridget Jones (am slacking off the reading front while I can), getting a new bag and getting braces for the first time, which aren't that bad...yet. Next week she puts on the wire, which is when they're going to start to pull. Lovely. And what's the point in getting braces the day before I go back to school? Surely it would've been more sensible to do it at the beginning of the holidays?

Anyway, had a SUPERB day yesterday with Anna, Beth, Megan and Hattie in town. Significant events of the day:

• Anna scaring me half to death with an inflatable dinosaur.
• All of us obtaining rather spectacular balloons.
• Anna failing to look old enough to buy Garden State. I know the feeling, and I AM old enough.
• Observing Anna (whose braces are made so that she can hardly open her mouth) try and eat grapes.
• Me, Beth and Anna making ample use of a photo booth.
• Me letting go of my balloon on the way to the bus stop, watching it bounce along the wind, evading the hands of whoever tried to catch it, observing Hattie rushing across the road to retrieve it and fall over whilst doing so. (N.B. I was in embarassingly loud hysterics throughout this whole scene.)
• Piling ourselves onto the bus and annoying everyone on it by talking loudly and raucously, mainly repeating the more rude sections of Donnie Darko. Loudly.
• Going back to Anna's and making ample use of her trampoline and recliner chairs.
• Playing interactive Catchphrase, all of us steadily growing more and more hyper and desperate to win, which culminated in Anna pressing the button BEFORE the catchphrase was revealed and thus winning me and Beth 100 points for not doing anything. Also, Anna was slightly pissed off that I cheated. Twice.
• Eating pizza and waxing lyrical about crap teachers.

Very very VERY good day, all in all.

Anyway, so tomorrow it begins. The big 1-1. There again, nothing much is going to change it terms of the subjects (except for the absense of French - YESSSS!), but the pressure is going to be huge. Huge, massive, humungous. (Sp?)

Well, mustn't feel down about it. Only one more year then Biology, Physics, Chemistry and Maths are OUT of the window and I can quit wasting my time on the damn things and concentrate on what's I'm GOOD at. That's if I get into the Sixth Form, that is. Which is probably will. After all, I'm part of the way there already.

And so I leave you with the words I left you with this time last year; words to a song I have always liked a lot:

"Schooooool's out! For! Summa!"

Out. Will report on first day tomorrow.

Obligatory fangirl post...

God bless The Sunday Times! Not only have they provided me with a free copy of the Director's Cut of Donnie Darko (which is far better and more understandable than the original), but on the aforementioned disc are trailers for Brokeback Mountain, Jarhead and Proof! It's a Jake-fest!

(Not that I need a trailer for Brokeback Mountain, but the more Jake the better, of course.)

And as a consequence I REALLY REALLY want to see Jarhead now. Unfortunately I can't buy it because it's an 18 (dammitdammitdammit), and if I can't pass for fifteen, even though I am, there's no way I can pass for eighteen.

But never fear; Lucy said she would lend it to me! Hurrah!!!

I also want to see Proof; but I haven't seen it in ANY shops, which is incredibly annoying. Is the UK just not that Jake-orientated, then?

Sorry; I'm being REALLY fangirly today. I can't help it! Donnie Darko! Jack Twist! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

...and it's out of my system. Right, must go and finish tidying my room. Farewell...

P.S. Quick point; after seeing the Director's Cut, I understand the whole time travel thing, but I don't get the rabbit, Frank. Who is he? What is he? How did he....what...?