So...I've been without my laptop now for ooh, 5 minutes or so. I also have retreated to my room the way I do every evening to get away from awful television (usually CBS Reality *gag*) and repetitive conversation.
Normally at these times I would retreat into iplayer or 4od or itunes or some such, but I do not have access to these. I decided to get windows 7 from software4students. It was only £40, why not? That's when the trouble started. You have to download, transfer to disk then install. I backed up my data first, followed all the instructions, and more instructions besides, but the install broke half-way through (apparently some missing info). This means too much of Vista is gone to use but not enough of 7 is there to use. That's my relaxation and measure for measure research and English coursework (due next Friday) and the practical test I'm meant to be booking as I've miraculously found my theory certificate royally buggered.
Add to this that I cannot partake in the 2 most relaxing experiences in my life. The first one - yes it is the tawdry thing that popped into your mind (not salad related), because of a 40 days and nights thing with a couple of people from college. The second - my own little habit that some people can't know about yet, because 2 of those people are downstairs.
The combination of all these things has genuinely left me with the single tear streaming down my face. I realise this is a FM-TANWWMMC-L (Fuck My - There's actually nothing wrong with my middle class - life) moment but it has left me stressed and upset.
I'm sorry if I've wasted your time.
xxx
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Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Another big gap
Again, I have managed to go a ridiculously long time without blogging. This is shameful, I know. I will attempt to put one up every week from now on, but can't promise anything.
My life has been rather good of late. Ïndeed, I have received a conditional offer from my second choice institution (KENT) and a recall at my first choice (Rose Bruford) in a little over a week. For Kent's offer I need a 'B' in English so am currently spending every moment not already taken by Measure for Measure (excited) rehearsals or research to make sure my coursework is up to scratch. For Rose Bruford's recall I need to have the sheet music for my song. After an extreme trek around the internet to find it, I stumbled upon a website that gives 1 print for a couple of quid. Then my printer decided to go all 'fuck printing' on me and chewed up page 2 (of 5). That meant, as it had already 'printed', we had to buy it again. I was very irritated.
In other news, we now have 4 weeks until we perform or Shakespeare:Retold shows, plus 2 weeks of holiday, then another week of actually doing it. That's 5 or 7 weeks until college ends and we're split up. Sorry, but its true. Don't tell me not to say, we need to get used to it now to avoid certain people crying. However - bare in mind that that means its only a little longer than that until about 5 days straight of P.A. Parties!!
A week after my birthday, my family will be taking me to Jonglers comedy club. Cannot wait! It is such a good venue and I'm really excited about it. It will be all 7 of us in the close family, plus Gemma so should be a pretty damn funny night!
My parents also want to know what 'special' thing I want for my birthday. They mean like an engraved tankard or something. I just want money if I'm honest, pay for bits and bobs and help me in saving for feeding myself at uni.
Its gonna be a good week - I promise.
My life has been rather good of late. Ïndeed, I have received a conditional offer from my second choice institution (KENT) and a recall at my first choice (Rose Bruford) in a little over a week. For Kent's offer I need a 'B' in English so am currently spending every moment not already taken by Measure for Measure (excited) rehearsals or research to make sure my coursework is up to scratch. For Rose Bruford's recall I need to have the sheet music for my song. After an extreme trek around the internet to find it, I stumbled upon a website that gives 1 print for a couple of quid. Then my printer decided to go all 'fuck printing' on me and chewed up page 2 (of 5). That meant, as it had already 'printed', we had to buy it again. I was very irritated.
In other news, we now have 4 weeks until we perform or Shakespeare:Retold shows, plus 2 weeks of holiday, then another week of actually doing it. That's 5 or 7 weeks until college ends and we're split up. Sorry, but its true. Don't tell me not to say, we need to get used to it now to avoid certain people crying. However - bare in mind that that means its only a little longer than that until about 5 days straight of P.A. Parties!!
A week after my birthday, my family will be taking me to Jonglers comedy club. Cannot wait! It is such a good venue and I'm really excited about it. It will be all 7 of us in the close family, plus Gemma so should be a pretty damn funny night!
My parents also want to know what 'special' thing I want for my birthday. They mean like an engraved tankard or something. I just want money if I'm honest, pay for bits and bobs and help me in saving for feeding myself at uni.
Its gonna be a good week - I promise.
Friday, 4 March 2011
It's Been Too Long
Hello there, it's been a while so I'm just going to update you on the last week and a half of my life now that i have returned from Preston.
The most important thing to happen since my last blog was....a party. Or should that be A PARTAAAYYYYYY!!!? probably not, actually, my sincerest apologies. It was however a rather excellent party at a certain Ms. Lia Ferris's house where various drinking games saw me with very sore hands and certain revelations spilling forth. Sorry guys. The evening ended for a group of us, but then another group decided that wasn't right and kept us up until 5. Quite fun though, methods included I Spy with a rather imaginative Gary chirping in occasionally with absolute CORKERS. and of course the advent of bloobs, blegs etc. from the ever unusually Liam and Emma. Well done you two.
I also found out I got a recall at my first - the rather lovely ROSE BRUFORD! Yay :) Now however, I need to find the sheet music to a particularly obscure musical...could be tricky.
On top of all of this our funding pitch, which Gemma and I put SO much work into, went rather well. Even if most of the questions were very much blagged! Now just the marks to come...
Now to the last couple of days.When i got the UCLan in Preston i thought - Wow. It was a beautiful building, with the massive downside of it being the fact that the teacher believed that an actor 'doesn't need to feel the emotion, just needs to show the audience what it should be'. Translation: demonstrate. Outcome: hammy, awful acting. They, essentially, teach an acting BA which states that truthful performance is unnecessary. And very arrogantly too. That's why i don't care that I didn't get through, the 4 people that did were all very clear, but also extremely hollow. And none of the people to whom i wold have said 'yes' to got through either. you know, the ones I believed. They claim that they are training the very best of the 'actors of tomorrow'. If thats true I pity the Olivier awards and BAFTA awards of tomorrow.
P.S. I suck at (amongst other things) finding a decent way to sign off. My best (from 'I Don't Like Mondays') was actually supplied to me by the mildly funny Mr Andy Burse. If you have any ides, please comment as I hate an open ended blog.
*insert sign off*
The most important thing to happen since my last blog was....a party. Or should that be A PARTAAAYYYYYY!!!? probably not, actually, my sincerest apologies. It was however a rather excellent party at a certain Ms. Lia Ferris's house where various drinking games saw me with very sore hands and certain revelations spilling forth. Sorry guys. The evening ended for a group of us, but then another group decided that wasn't right and kept us up until 5. Quite fun though, methods included I Spy with a rather imaginative Gary chirping in occasionally with absolute CORKERS. and of course the advent of bloobs, blegs etc. from the ever unusually Liam and Emma. Well done you two.
I also found out I got a recall at my first - the rather lovely ROSE BRUFORD! Yay :) Now however, I need to find the sheet music to a particularly obscure musical...could be tricky.
On top of all of this our funding pitch, which Gemma and I put SO much work into, went rather well. Even if most of the questions were very much blagged! Now just the marks to come...
Now to the last couple of days.When i got the UCLan in Preston i thought - Wow. It was a beautiful building, with the massive downside of it being the fact that the teacher believed that an actor 'doesn't need to feel the emotion, just needs to show the audience what it should be'. Translation: demonstrate. Outcome: hammy, awful acting. They, essentially, teach an acting BA which states that truthful performance is unnecessary. And very arrogantly too. That's why i don't care that I didn't get through, the 4 people that did were all very clear, but also extremely hollow. And none of the people to whom i wold have said 'yes' to got through either. you know, the ones I believed. They claim that they are training the very best of the 'actors of tomorrow'. If thats true I pity the Olivier awards and BAFTA awards of tomorrow.
P.S. I suck at (amongst other things) finding a decent way to sign off. My best (from 'I Don't Like Mondays') was actually supplied to me by the mildly funny Mr Andy Burse. If you have any ides, please comment as I hate an open ended blog.
*insert sign off*
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Terror and Laughter...and more 'work'
So, half term has been upon us now for half of a week, and the amount of work left is scaring me. I am completely sincere.
Life has been fairly good since my last post. Both Performance Workshop performances done, and went rather well, if I do say so myself. As for the other groups: storytelling i missed two of but the Gruffalo was high-larious and obscene, if a little sweary, thank you a certain field mouse (tehe). Overall worried me about the quality of ours. Macbeth, I think, was one of the best times we've done it, and or audience response was very good (thanks guys :D). The other Macbeth was frankly TERRIFYING! If I was to show you roughly how long it would take for your heart to come back down to normal rate, it would be roughly comparable to this: imagine that your mother, accompanied by the Grim Reaper, walked in on you masturbating when you were, say, 13 years old and yelled "HEATHEN, THOU HAST OFFENDED OUR TRUE LORD!' and came at you with Grimmy-Boys scythe. Not a likely situation, granted, but scary none the less. Well done Macbeth, witches group.
Then came the joy of half term arriving. A joy of many days of procrastination (see Sunday, 13th February: Procrastination - Fuel of the Nation). Saturday was easy - work, Sunday I'll get to later, and Monday I was in London with the exceptional bunch of people I call my NYT friends. That was a day involving singing folk-ified hymns in Camden Market and dancing with Hare Krishners. Fun fun fun. I actually wrote an essay on Tuesday (I know, one whole day, one short essay. fail), and was in college today doing a lot of funding work. But I'm boring you, I'll move on.
Sunday. Now this you may be interested in: RUSSELL HOWARD at the O2. A few smaller details about him, he has been going to the gym, and you can tell, and included a Friends style Barker Lounger into his set seamlessly. The first time it seemed very rehearsed, but after that far more natural. He has managed to incorporate multimedia into his show quite well, but the thing you all want to know.
Russell Howard is a size 18.
He wore a, rather lovely, pink thong throughout the second half. Apparently bought in La Senza. Howard is a man very ready to repeatedly show off his thong to a stadium full of strangers multiple times. I have never known him be funnier or indeed more original. The involved many more Boris jokes - but a much dimmer view of him. Poor Boris. and a fair amount of silliness:
Yes, thats right, and straight from the news - a ninja who hurt his shoulder falling out of a tree, his finger doing acrobatics, and couldn't sneak up on fox. I suggest you all wait obsessively, as i will be, until November for the DVD. you will actually piss yourselves. Maybe.
You are all sad strange little people, and you have my pity, Farewell.
Life has been fairly good since my last post. Both Performance Workshop performances done, and went rather well, if I do say so myself. As for the other groups: storytelling i missed two of but the Gruffalo was high-larious and obscene, if a little sweary, thank you a certain field mouse (tehe). Overall worried me about the quality of ours. Macbeth, I think, was one of the best times we've done it, and or audience response was very good (thanks guys :D). The other Macbeth was frankly TERRIFYING! If I was to show you roughly how long it would take for your heart to come back down to normal rate, it would be roughly comparable to this: imagine that your mother, accompanied by the Grim Reaper, walked in on you masturbating when you were, say, 13 years old and yelled "HEATHEN, THOU HAST OFFENDED OUR TRUE LORD!' and came at you with Grimmy-Boys scythe. Not a likely situation, granted, but scary none the less. Well done Macbeth, witches group.
Then came the joy of half term arriving. A joy of many days of procrastination (see Sunday, 13th February: Procrastination - Fuel of the Nation). Saturday was easy - work, Sunday I'll get to later, and Monday I was in London with the exceptional bunch of people I call my NYT friends. That was a day involving singing folk-ified hymns in Camden Market and dancing with Hare Krishners. Fun fun fun. I actually wrote an essay on Tuesday (I know, one whole day, one short essay. fail), and was in college today doing a lot of funding work. But I'm boring you, I'll move on.
Sunday. Now this you may be interested in: RUSSELL HOWARD at the O2. A few smaller details about him, he has been going to the gym, and you can tell, and included a Friends style Barker Lounger into his set seamlessly. The first time it seemed very rehearsed, but after that far more natural. He has managed to incorporate multimedia into his show quite well, but the thing you all want to know.
Russell Howard is a size 18.
He wore a, rather lovely, pink thong throughout the second half. Apparently bought in La Senza. Howard is a man very ready to repeatedly show off his thong to a stadium full of strangers multiple times. I have never known him be funnier or indeed more original. The involved many more Boris jokes - but a much dimmer view of him. Poor Boris. and a fair amount of silliness:
"THE NORWICH NINJA"
Yes, thats right, and straight from the news - a ninja who hurt his shoulder falling out of a tree, his finger doing acrobatics, and couldn't sneak up on fox. I suggest you all wait obsessively, as i will be, until November for the DVD. you will actually piss yourselves. Maybe.
You are all sad strange little people, and you have my pity, Farewell.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Buzz
So today's been fun. Genuinely, I've had a great day.
Aside from the obscenely early start at 4 this morning (and a total inability to have a bath last night because the hot water wasn't working) it's been nice. All, yes ALL, of my trains have been on time, with seating available. The people touring us around Rose Bruford were lovely and funny (and just a little bit steaming hot :P) and then I had some time to sit back, breath and relax before I started.
When I went in I did my hamlet which, admittedly, could have been better but was still good, they seemed fairly standard for an audition-er, but then they asked me to do my contemporary and joy of joys they laughed! At me! Also, Alison, they lady who auditioned me said she really likes the author of my play. Will that count in my favour? ... Well, no. I'm not so naïve as to think that her opinion of the playwright makes any difference whatsoever, or that the laughter means anything other than a boost in my confidence, all I know for sure now is that they have seen it, I liked it, and I've still got a while to wait for a response.
Time to just enjoy the buzz. :D
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Aside from the obscenely early start at 4 this morning (and a total inability to have a bath last night because the hot water wasn't working) it's been nice. All, yes ALL, of my trains have been on time, with seating available. The people touring us around Rose Bruford were lovely and funny (and just a little bit steaming hot :P) and then I had some time to sit back, breath and relax before I started.
When I went in I did my hamlet which, admittedly, could have been better but was still good, they seemed fairly standard for an audition-er, but then they asked me to do my contemporary and joy of joys they laughed! At me! Also, Alison, they lady who auditioned me said she really likes the author of my play. Will that count in my favour? ... Well, no. I'm not so naïve as to think that her opinion of the playwright makes any difference whatsoever, or that the laughter means anything other than a boost in my confidence, all I know for sure now is that they have seen it, I liked it, and I've still got a while to wait for a response.
Time to just enjoy the buzz. :D
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Monday, 14 February 2011
I don't like Mondays
So, it's ten past eight and already today is, frankly, awful. And it isn't because it's valentines amazingly.
This morning I woke up late and had the worlds fastest shower and breakfast before powering it from my house to the station only to realise that someone had killed themselves a couple of stations down the line. That probably was valentines fault (partly, most people can deal with today's melancholy). It meant that my train (and every train for half an hour) had been cancelled.
When I did get a train I was crammed into the luggage rack, being forced back and forth by some guy in a ski coat who stank to high heaven, as a place to sit, with no access to the door to get off and change to my other train.
Then crammed onto a platform with about, oh, 1000 people?! Waiting for a late train that would still have been too late if it was on time.
At this point I managed to get myself in, but listening to the boomtown rats really ups the mood.
Fuck valentines, fuck trains, fuck southern for making me stand around.
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This morning I woke up late and had the worlds fastest shower and breakfast before powering it from my house to the station only to realise that someone had killed themselves a couple of stations down the line. That probably was valentines fault (partly, most people can deal with today's melancholy). It meant that my train (and every train for half an hour) had been cancelled.
When I did get a train I was crammed into the luggage rack, being forced back and forth by some guy in a ski coat who stank to high heaven, as a place to sit, with no access to the door to get off and change to my other train.
Then crammed onto a platform with about, oh, 1000 people?! Waiting for a late train that would still have been too late if it was on time.
At this point I managed to get myself in, but listening to the boomtown rats really ups the mood.
Fuck valentines, fuck trains, fuck southern for making me stand around.
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Sunday, 13 February 2011
Procrastination - fuel of the Nation
So here I am convincing myself I am actually about to start the work I've been building up to all day, but I think we all know it's not going to happen just yet. Oh well, that's just how the cookie crumbles.
I just spent 45 minutes trying to set up 'Mobile Blogger' before I realised that 'Mail2Blogger' existed and took literally 2 seconds to set up - silly old me! But now I am happily writing this in an email on my blackberry which I'm quite enjoying and can be a new thing for my list of tools for procrastination.
Procrastination is what keeps this country going. We all do it, and usually the last minute pressure actually makes our work better. But, like all fuels, there is always a flaw in the reasoning: it makes for an extremely lazy country I think. All fellow procrastinators tell me now - do you usually feel lazy when putting work off?
I thought so. I'm not entirely sure what my opinion is at this point - or where this is going (apart from on and on), so I'll leave it there. I am not More-Than Freeman, but thank you for reading nonetheless.
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I just spent 45 minutes trying to set up 'Mobile Blogger' before I realised that 'Mail2Blogger' existed and took literally 2 seconds to set up - silly old me! But now I am happily writing this in an email on my blackberry which I'm quite enjoying and can be a new thing for my list of tools for procrastination.
Procrastination is what keeps this country going. We all do it, and usually the last minute pressure actually makes our work better. But, like all fuels, there is always a flaw in the reasoning: it makes for an extremely lazy country I think. All fellow procrastinators tell me now - do you usually feel lazy when putting work off?
I thought so. I'm not entirely sure what my opinion is at this point - or where this is going (apart from on and on), so I'll leave it there. I am not More-Than Freeman, but thank you for reading nonetheless.
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