Yippee

I'm off to Stratford at the insanely early time of 6am tomorrow.. so I hope y'all have fun at school etc.. See ya monday!

well, lookie here

what do we have? blatant procrastination... tut tut tut...

guess what i did this evening. obviously not homework... but..
Instead, I went to the DCA and saw Pane e Tulipane (Bread and Tulips). It was classic. Tomorrow is the last day its on...
Its a great Italian film all about love and freedom and .. och, its just great. It was funny- quite blackly humourous in places, and touching too. slightly surreal, as Rosabla kept having these kind of waking dreams featuring people she knew.. oh, but it was so good.

Anyway, since I should be getting on with some drama homework, i should go go go.
Oh but i've booked a retest for my theory, its on wednesday.. at 9.30. I will do lots and lots of revision! I promise!

good night all.

Siouxsie

if you type Siouxsie into google, it gives you about 15 pages before you get to this site, or if you do Siouxsie stick boy and match girl in love it gives yu this.. but my real name gives me nothing.. which is sad...

Don't Speak

grr.
I don't like tests.
I failed my driving theory. By 4 marks!!!! 4 fricking marks! I hate Hazard Perception.
ok thats all you get on that topic. NO ONE mention it. Ok maybe thats a tad extreme... Uh.. yeah. whatever.

Anyhoo.
I drove home through Dundee from the Kingsway Tescos.. Still not too hot on roundabouts, but I'm getting there.. Blimey, is getting lined up with the little boxy thingy at the bridge hard or what? at least the first time. Mum spent 15 minutes or so in a car park making me do reversing stuff. Hated that. (we were waiting to pick dad up from physio).

My mum knows what happen to Keir (when I metioned it, she suggested Circumcision... oh boy, how I laughed.. I just found some amusement in that situation, then I ws like, well, why won't he be back at school, and she said, I imagine sitting down would be quite hard.. *chuckle chuckle*) and she hasn't yet told me.. she will though...

Anyhoo. I can't be bothered doing anything else.. oh cack I have soo much homework to do before this trip.. I'm offy to Stratford on friday! Hurrah!

good even.

Ok i was going to write a nice post, but now i need to do theory. oh lordy, save me.


btw my american exchange partner made a skirt from ties!!!!!!! How cool???

ho hum

well, so much for an after show party! We loitered outside of Tescos, then by the cash machine (right acrross from Tescos) while Tom Esler showed off and bought two cans of Cronenburg or some such crap and no one else could because they were ID-ing. So insterad of going to the pub before getting the bus home, we ended up going for food (David was a-hungered) and then getting the bus home.
My god, were the neds on the bus annoying. It wouldn't have annoyed me half as much had they not been from my Primary school. Well some of them were, and some have quite obviously become little tarts. But its like, Jason Dallas-Ross shouldn't be getting drunk, hes barely out of nappies... Oh well...
Mmmm. I have reeses peanut butter cups...

For any and all who care, the play went fabulously well tonight, no prompting was needed and although it could be hard to keep the place, I think I managed admirably. Oh and Tara and I did a roaring trade in refreshments. (with a lesbian side show, dammit Gordon you missed all the fun... no, not really.And I had to type that twice because the first time, the keyboard spontaneously hit Caps Lock on the word lesbian. weird...)

Anyway. I was at a gig last night. In Fat Sams. It was good. Actually, its the first gig I have ever been to where I have been the only girl in the group. Its an odd experience... It was gonna be a big group of people going, but it ended up just Me, Iain (not the Iain previously mentioned who is going out with Jenni, thats Iain B just to avoid confusion, this is Iain Callan.. From school?? He's left to be a joiner.. anyway...) Paul (his big brother who is a nursey teacher) and Peter. So, it wascool. But its like, almost as if they were protecting me, we were constantly in a circle, or if we were in a line- to see the bands, I would be like in the middle. Until I had to move cos I couldn't see. But the first time, Paul moved too... Its such a different experience from just going with girls. Anyhoo. Yeah, that was fun.

I'm such a dunce, (wow, I got 5 new emails!!!!) I always sign into one email account (the one I have like no contacts on) and then forget I'm on it, go to see who I can chat to.. And theres NO ONE there. Huh, well, just in case you cared, the emails were pretty .. mundane. I'd read two of them already, (gill tends to send emails to ALL my accounts...) one was from My Kinda Place.. uh?? And i had one where Frase was pissed cos no one was around to witness the marvel of him having Broadband, and then there was Vicki telling us she's going to the 17th century. All in all, not very much. Oh and I had some in my junk about viagra and stuff... Fun.

Hey, does anyone keep getting lesbo porn on their G-mail account? Or is that just me??

Don't you ever wonder how they bake the cookies and the chocolate doesn't melt? .. Just me then?

The Gateway

yeah, so it might sound exciting... AND IT IS!!! The Gateway theatre in Edinburgh is where I mightt end up studying for four years... dum dum dummmmmm...

But anyhoo...

Yeah, I really have nothing interesting to say, except, I can Make Paper now!!!!!!!! How cool?? Oh, I forgot, you're not all weird freaks like me. Not saying you're not weird freaks, just not weird freaks like me.

Anyway. Off to read Hamlet. Joy.

Blokes.

Just wondering:

Do most blokes change towards their female friends- long standing or not quite so long standing- when they get a "proper" girlfriend?
I'm only asking because it's happened a few times. The first one was a relatively slow change, but it happened all the same.
The second was a fairly minor change.. and the girl in question changed a bit as well.
The third is the one that got me thinking about this seriously, cos it was quite a drastic and unexpected change. Its weird cos we used to speak quite often on msn or by text or whatever, but now that he has this girl (who is my friend, btw, I just never really knew her that well) he doesn't really speak to me that much. And he never gave me a hug when I saw him and her the other day. Which was a little upsetting. I know it sounds totally pathetic, and insignificant, but it was really a quite big thing. We always hug, but now, because I'm just a friend and he has *commitments* I get nothing more than "bye". Sheesh.

Anyway, I guess I just wanted to know. Thats all.

Oh and is it odd to keep in touch with an ex that you meet 5 years after you've gone out with them even though you've never *technically* broken up with them? I'm just curious. Anyhoooo...

Bugger, I've done no homework this entire weekend. thats not good.

Hmm... Well, I'll get on to it at some point. Maybe.

Huzzah!

Good night all.

Three Cheers for my Dad!!

hip hip hooray etc etc.
We've (well, he has, I watched.. not much help really) re-built the computer, finally, and so now I can get out of all the "arty" title posting. It was driving me insane. really. And I thought if I got much more insane I'd loop back to sanity. but Oh well.

Hmmm. Well, I guess I could re-do all my Year Book votes, but it's all on Mr T's site.. so I really can't be bothered.

Actually, I had a big posty thing on his site earlier so now I have nothing much else to say.... That sucks.

Ok...

Hmmm..

Well, I will think of something to talk about at some point in the not too distant future and discuss it here...

well, tis 12.55 am. dad thinks he will need to rebuild the comp. might get a post after that...

da na da na doodit like a ladday. still screwed.

Pushing Tin. ok, so I still can't write in the text box. bugger. anyway, this is one of THE most fab films ever. Truly a cult classic. I love it. true

why is this screwing up? my computer seriously doesn't want me to blog... the big box won't let me type into it... *sniff sob*. ARGH!

Is it cos I'm cool??

My beloved Monster and Me

Well, today was a good day, did the whole peer tutor training thing, it was really good fun.
anyway, I'm off to Glasgow for two days tomorrow morning, viewing university type things. i.e. doing lots of shopping!!!!
I'm so sure I had something to talk about.
It's quite upsetting looking at the stats for Mr.T's site compared to mine, Its like mine is older but he has SOO many more words written.. I'm quite scared. Davey too, he is either just ahead or just behind me..

ooohoo makes me wanna dance ooohoo its a new romance ooohoo I look into your eyes ooohoo best years of our lives.

Watched the original Stepford Wives on saturday... Its pretty scary. Just the thought that something like that could happen.. Its really really good, but slightly scary... Why is it in *horror* movies they all have power cuts, or parts of their houses are really dark at all the scary bits?? There was a thunder storm at the scary bit. Although, actually, the scariest sequence in the entire film is the closing one. (Sorry if you haven't seen it.) But, when they all walk through the supermarket with their trolleys and pretty clothes and greet each other pleasantly, without finding anything out about the other person, that is so creepy. It's like the are all on a big conveyor belt... creepy. Apparently the new one is supposed to be funny, whereas the old one (while being funny) was very blackly humourous.

Actually, thats another thing, she never had breasts (well, none worth speaking of) throughout the whole film, then suddenly at the end she (her robot (Sorry.)) had breasts. Ridiculous, but the husband probably specified it.

Just looking at the Sunday Times and they have a feature (in their supplement magazine) about what we teens do and why we do it, all about our drinking, sex, drugs and rock n' roll lifestyles... I've not read it yet...
But I will..
According to this, almost 40% of Scottish and English 15 yr old girls (note this is all focused on GIRLS, no guys so far...) and almost 20% of 13 yr old girls drink spirits every week- almost 10% more than guys of those ages.
Around 30% of English and Welsh 13 yr olds have been drunk two or more times.
Nearly 14% of English 11 yr old boys drink weekly, however by the age of 13 thats risen to 34%.

Blimey, thats alot of alcohol for such young people. It goes on to discuss how much drugs we take, how much sex we have and how much we all smoke.
Its quite scary. I didn't have a drink till I was at least 15. I think that was only at Christmas too.

I really don't get the whole going out to get drunk and have lots of sex and get stoned out your head so you can't remember anything the next day. Thats so not how I have fun.

But anyway, I should go and write a CV so that I can persuade places tht they really want to employ me.... They really really do....

[]

Guess what I found out today?
Sorry to be depressive (again) and all...
Anyway, Nickys headstone went up on thursday.
There has to be poetic justice or something in that.

oo la la

Today was a little trippy.. Went to the Glenrothes Careers Convention (that reminds me, I need to get a RSAMD prospectus.. excuse me..) Ok. well, the careers convention wasn't much different to the one we had at school some time ago... but, hey, it was a skive...

I got back to school in time for fourth Period- which meant STUDY!!! So, Jen and I wandered around town, posting letters and the like.

Then after lunch (with Frase, he came back again!!) we had creative writing. Which was interesting as we were listening to music that had memories or connections for our teacher. This was all peachy keen, I was enjoying recognising (or not) some of the songs she played. Fine, until we got to the last song. Coldplay, Trouble. She had to go and add that song to her list. She introduced it saying about how Nicky had chosen it to play at her funeral. From the word go, ie her first mention of Nicky, my hands were shaking. By the time we got past the intro, to the first verse, I was crying. Tears running down my cheeks and a runny nose and all. not a pretty sight. I just couldn't help it. It was beyond my control.

She let us go to the toilet or whatever after that, we were due a break, so I just bombed it out of the classroom, then heard Jen running up behind me. Even after nearly 7 months of no Nicky, its very hard to take. Very very hard.

I even sat on the bus with a lump in my throat, my hands shook for at least the first twenty minutes of the last period of CW.

These things just remind you of how vulnerable we all are. The mortality of us.

ok. I should go.
Good day to you all.