Wild and Wandering Thoughts of a frizz-laden loon

Monday, October 30, 2006

Powerful, tiny fists...

Thursday, October 26, 2006

We live in a beautiful world...

...and thanks to Anna for introducing me to the Garden State soundtrack. Hurrah!

Holy hell, I'm bored. Spent most of this morning working, then had lunch and just couldn't face going up to that horrible old computer and carrying on something that I'm giving up as soon as I can, anyway. Damn yeast and damn freshwater plants.

Anywaaaayyy, I know that technically I'm trying to avoid this being my BBM venting area, but...I have heard tell that there is going to be a 2-disc version of Brokeback Mountain coming out in January! Eeeeeeeeeeee! There hasn't been much information so far, but the general concensus is that disc 2 will contain lots of lovely extras that weren't included on the original version (i.e. Deleted scenes). So hurrah. I just hope it's all true.

Moving on, um...muh. I've been very lazy today, although I did have an excellent day yesterday; I met up with Anna and Megan and went to see The Devil Wears Prada, which was excellent. And afterwards we went back to Anna's house, ate pasta and pesto, watched Scrubs ('My Drug Buddy', containing one of my favourite Dr Cox moments EVER, but we'll come to that later), and played...what was it called? Buzz? Some kind of music Playstation 2 Game that I was completely crap at, despite knowing quite a few of the answers.

And me and Anna went through squeeing fits at a poster for The Last Kiss, and Jake Gyllenhaal (in brooding, black hat, saying-goodbye-to-Ennis-but-holding-in-emotions cowboy mode) on a poster for...was it Sky Films? I'm not sure. And we laughed at Megan comparing the cinema to an airport, because it had escalators.

And there was a lot of SSSSHHHing outside, and damn Anna, she made me hysterical in a crowded public place.

And and and and and. I could go on. But the funniest moment by far was this:

[The Scene - Anna fiddles with the hi-fi, trying to get the Garden State CD to work. On top of the hi-fi is a DVD for Nightmare on Elm Street.]
Me: Hey, is that Johnny Depp?
Anna: [immediately looking around] WHERE???

So hum diddly hum diddly. I should go now; I'm not in a very creative mood. It's odd; sometimes I'm like Cassandra Mortmain and the words just come without me having to try, and sometimes I'm...not. Like today.


Saturday, October 21, 2006

Come up to meet ya,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You don't know how
Lovely you arreee...

I'm on a bit of a Coldplay binge at the moment; their...music...is...unbeliveable!

Anyway, deviating from the main point of this post; it's half term! Something I was unaware of until Wednesday of this week, which was an added bonus. Apart from that...meh...nothing much is happening. Anna is still a Johnny Depp obsessive, I am still an obsessive for all the usual things, school is still one giant piece of coursework, Doctor Who are disregarding their teenage and adult fans (i.e. Me and Marie as prime examples)...

Oh! It would be worth mentioning House Music, actually. Junior House Music to be precise, at which I had the pleasure (hmm...) of witnessing due to the fact I was chief operator of the sound (which translates as, I tested the microphones and sat on the balcony turning the volume up and down every so often, because it was that easy).

And I think Gloucester got a raw deal, really; they were excellent in rehearsal, just not as good in the actual performance. And I was never the hugest fan of the Beaufort one anyway. (Well, I say that, but Tom Burnell and I were bopping along to it in the lighting box during Friday assembly). I loved the York one, though; that dance! The funniest thing I've seen in ages. Again, we were all bopping along to that in the lighting box as well. Which begs the question; why were we up there? I have no idea, but it was fun anyway.

So yes. Not much to say. But we have a week off! Hurrah! It's Beth's Halloween party soon! Double hurrah! I have mocks relatively soon and I have to start revising! ...shit.

Still, I'll worry about that a bit later. For now, I'm happy sitting on my bed with my laptop warming my knees, wearing my lovely soft jumper and jeans, listening to the fantastic Coldplay, and typing this minature epic to whoever may be reading.

Nobody said it was easy.
No one ever said it would be this hard...
I'm going back to the start.

That's an excellent song, and the best music video I have EVER seen. How on earth did Chris Martin manage to lip-sync all the lyrics backwards? And, if he's clever enough to do that, how come he never managed to convince Gweneth Paltrow not to call their daughter "Apple"? Poor child. Apple Blythe Paltrow. I mean, what's wrong with the name Blythe? But no, they have to go with Apple. She'll get hell later on.

(I have no idea how I know her full name - one of those things that just sticks, unlike other details I could mention i.e. BIOLOGY.)

Anyway, had better scoot and finish some homework. Apologies for the exceptionally boring content of this post. Farewell!

P.S. So you don't know where you're goin', but you wanna talk...

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

OK, I'm struggling to understand here, so let me give it a shot.

According to Jamie Oliver, health experts and all the Government bigwigs, we're getting fatter. Britain is now the most obese country in Europe (apparently) and we're all more couch potatoes than ever before (apparently). The "war on fast food" still hasn't been won, in fact, they're winning. And we're all stuffing ourselves with unhealthy food. AND, we're being warned by assemblies, experts, the news and countless other media to exercise, stay healthy, eat better food and basically throw off the fatty shackles.

Yet, inexplicably (if MSN Today is anything to go by) it is "National Chocolate Week". See the quotes below:

It’s Chocolate Week!
Chocoholics know that chocolate is so much more than a treat - it's an essential aid to get us through life's stressful, heartbreaking or demanding moments.

Chocolate Week (October 16-22), is the perfect excuse to celebrate chocolate's life-saving and enhancing qualities, with lots of tasty nationwide events taking place.

...am I missing something?

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Bored, disillusioned, bitter, tired, lazy, apathetic; that about somes up what I'm feeling and what I am right now. Harumph.

It would be much worse if I was love-sick as well as that, but as of...well...quite a while ago now, I am definitely no longer being...that. Well, not for the same person, anyway. Roll on the next waste of feelings. Hurrah.

I've done barely nothing today; it's my reward for the damn teachers working us too hard during the week, then trekking five miles into town and back yesterday. We may not be earning and tax-paying a worrying adults yet, but dammit we're still being forced to do boring, remedial tasks that we don't want to do. (i.e. Biology coursework.) They say "embrace your youth", but right now there's not a whole lot to embrace. Just shedloads of work to come.

(I say "to come" because admittedly the homework level is fairly low this weekend. That's probably my fault. Muh.)

Still, The Full Monty, and other films are awesome. And there are moments such as these to enjoy:

...so, it isn't all bad. I can't decide which I like better, picture 2 or 3. Probably 2, but 3 is so beautiful...ahem. Lost myself there.

Anyway, must whizz. Toodles.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

I present to you; a tribute to Dr Cox:

"You'd better go ahead and enjoy this while you can, Bob, because if your evil genie goes ahead and grants your wish and I'm gone forever, then the only one you're going to be able to contend with around here is yourself. And when you really get to know *that* person, oh, dear God, you'll scream so loud that Satan will want to tear up that contract he made with you at birth just so he can get some sleep."

And, how could we forget:

"Newbie, the only way you could be less productive right now is if you were in fact the wall in which you're leaning against, of course, then you would be providing some jackass with a wall on which to lean against and reflect on what a jackass he truly is. I know, here it's a conundrum, but don't you worry about it, I'll tackle that one right upstairs. In the meantime, you could at least pretend to be doing some work, and right about now, even though you don't have your basket, its just a terrific time for you to skip away, Shirley... skip away... skip away... skip away, skip, skip, skip to my loo, woohoo!"

And, of course:

"Well, gosh - I guess I became a doctor because ever since I was a little boy, I just wanted to help people. I don't tell this story often, but I remember when I was seven years old, one time I found a bird that had fallen out of its nest, and so I picked him up and I brought him home, and I made him a house out of an empty shoebox. [starts laughing] I became a doctor for the same four reasons that everybody does - chicks, money, power and chicks."

Sorry to bore you, but John C. McGinley is an utter genius.


Thursday, October 05, 2006

Had a very, very liberating moment today.

We were all in the form room (well, I say all, but in reality it was just me, Tash, Lucy, Martin, Emily and Mike. And was Kat there?) and I'm busy jabbering away at Lucy and Tash about something most probably non-sensical, and I could see Martin in the corner of my eye either imitating me or making fun of me in some kind. And so:

"Martin, whatever you're saying behind my back, you can say to my face."

"He wasn't actually saying anything."

"For God's sake, Mike, I'm not deaf! What was he saying?"

"He was just saying you're bi, is all."

"Well...what exactly was the point in that? I mean, I could whisper 'Ooo, Martin has brown hair!' behind his back, but it wouldn't really work, would it?"

"Well it hardly matters, because you're not bisexual, are you?"

"Yes I am, actually."

[long pause]

"D'you have a problem with that?"

The way I see it, there's not really much point in denying it, is there? What pisses me off is the fact that if you're "bi" (urgh; such a stupid word) everyone thinks you fancy your friends, which I don't. And it scares a lot of people. Why is it such a big deal?

Anyway, so it was nice having one up on Mike earlier, even if he did go on to ask the usual question about which girl in the year I found most attractive. I get the feeling he won't use it as a joke so much anymore. Hurrah!

Still...I wish there weren't so many bigoted people around.

So, to sum up...stand up to Mike Thomas. Because he is a stupid prick who can easily be thwarted. Harhar. And remember this sage piece of dialogue from The Mummy (totally brilliant film):

[drunkenly] "I may not be a treasure hunter, or a...bone seeker, Mr O'Connell, but, I am proud, of what I am!"

"Which is...?"

"I...am a librarian!"

Peace out.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Just viewed The Shining for the first time.

It...is...awesome! It's fantastic! It's easily the scariest film I've ever seen. You get so used to watching slasher flicks for so long that you forget that this is true horror; Jack Torrance hacking through a bathroom door with an axe whilst his family try and escape through the window. Or Danny croaking "Redrum. Redrum. Redrum." over and over again. Classic, and I love it. Definitely going on the favourites list.

Right, anyway, psychotic fathers aside...

I got another A in Tae Kwon Do! Hurrahh!!!! I am now a yellow belt and have moved onto learning my next pattern, which is predictably extremely hard to start off with. But still; 2 As in a row! Happiness...

Apart from that...meh...it's been an uneventful few days. Work, work, work and more work. Although there was one slightly strange incident a couple of nights ago where I think I managed to sleepwalk out of my bedroom and end up sitting in an empty bathtub...

(I say "think", because I'm not entirely sure whether I actually did, or whether it was just a dream. I seriously think I may have done; I remember being almost asleep but a tiny bit awake, and getting into the bath, and then hearing someone come out of my parents' bedroom and realising I had to get back. Hmm. I'm a weirdo.")

Anywayyyy...um...ah sod it, there's nothing to write. I've been immersed in film director dreams lately (making dreams your master...damn Rudyard Kipling for making me feel guily) and ideas for film plots and techniques and devices. Ho hum.

...OK, that post managed to publish itself without me pressing any buttons. Has my laptop decided to revolt?

Ouch, stiff neck. And I'm seriously creeped out now. Maybe I shouldn't watch any more horror films in the pitch dark. Damn Jack Nicholson.


P.S. One little query: "Herrrreee's Johnnyyyyyy!" Can someone possibly explain that?