Being the naughty towel that I occasionally am, I haven't updated here in a while. So, I'm thinking: ooh, perhaps I should, yeah? Thus, we have General Shnophie reporting for duty.
Yesterday, Kat came over for a few hours, with some of her Gamecube games, and we did a fair bit of multi-player, with Alec joining in for the last hour or so. Then in the evening, he, mum and I went to Saffron Screen to see Juno, which I've been wanting to see for about six months, so that was all very satisfying.
I'm also happy because of the insane number of TV shows that are running at the moment. LOST, Scrubs, Ugly Betty and BONES have returned from after the Writers' Strike; season 2 of Code Geass is now showing, as is season 4 of Doctor Who; and there's another show which I started watching the other day, which I'm not going to name, as it hasn't received exactly the best of reviews, but I like to indulge myself every now and again.
As for what else I've been up to; I have come up with a new story idea, as inspired by an unusual dream I had, which I believe most of my friends are now familiar with; I've been playing a lot of Fire Emblem on the Gamecube, since I managed to find the game at a lovely reduced price in Gamestation, last weekend; and lastly, school things have been kind of busy, I guess. In Philosophy, our class had a bit of a confrontation with Haslam, and all involved got a bit upset, and we all felt guilty, so we got her a card and box of chocolates to apologise, and now we've been having some very good, useful lessons. I'm also pleased with myself, because in the mock paper that we did do, before this spat, I got 37/50 marks, and got a special mention when the papers were handed back, even though I'm the worst in the class. So yes, that made me feel good, just before lunch on Friday. That is no doubt a very high B grade, which is the best I've ever done in Philosophy, which fills me with confidence. As for Film Studies, we have a Shocking Cinema essay due back soon. I find Film essays stupidly easy, and they've been going very well so far, so I'm confident this one was fine, also. We discovered our coursework grades earlier in the year, and Frances and I somehow got exactly the same marks in all the parts of our coursework, even though the only thing we worked together on was our film. So yeah, we managed to just get an A grade, which is quite different to the C we both got in the coursework last year - I'm thinking that says something about Gordon. Anyway, Andrew is currently top of the class for this year's grades, which he thinks must be wrong. English is going stupidly well; I've been getting some really good essays back. The only issue I've had was the mock Editorial Writing paper we did during the last three days of this past week. It wasn't bad, but it was more difficult than I was expecting. I apparently wrote a model answer for my last Language Change essay, and received a top A grade for that, which was very pleasing. As for the subject as a whole; as long as I revise for my AS resits, and do well in those, even if I don't do amazingly in Editorial Writing, I'll still be well on my way for an A grade overall, in the subject, which is good. Still, I find myself somewhat envious, upon discovering that A-level English Lit and Lang students next year will have Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone on their curriculum. I would own at studying that!
Lastly, I'm now freaking out about the Sixth Form May Ball, which takes place on Friday evening. I have my dress, shoes and invitation all ready, so that's sorted. I just need to sort out make-up, hair, and probably a handbag, too. Fortunately, I already own matching jewellery. Even Ru is going, as her mum thought it would be a good idea, so she's slightly nervous about it, but I joked that I would be her date, and hold her hand the entire evening, if she wanted. Also sweet, is that Matt is planning on asking Frances to be his ball-date. Hmm, so yes, I have much to prepare for Friday, as the event looms ever nearer! At least I don't think I have any homework due for the moment.
No. 8, My Life, Planet Earth
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Sunday, 27 April 2008
Saturday, 8 March 2008
You know that we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl
Over the last few days of school, I found myself becoming inundated with praise from various teachers. Well, Smith, Greaves and Haslam. That made me feel good. But slightly awkward too.
According to my calendar, today is International Women's Day, which is always something to feel good about, I'm sure. I spent most of it watching series 2 of Life on Mars, though. I didn't get up until about half past twelve, I think (damnit! I better be up early tomorrow), but at least it has felt like a Sunday today (which means I have an extra day of weekend that my mind is expecting). I think the main reason for that is because mum is here (often she works Saturdays, so I'm not used to seeing her), although Dad's still in Sicily, so I'm not sure what that's all about.
Now I am on MSN, chatting away with Richard. We were initially talking about the programme, but then he suddenly brought up the fact that Erik lost his virginity in January, and obviously that's much more interesting, so we started chatting about that. Then the topic shifted to contraception, and now we're having a lengthy discussion about periods, about which Richard is learning a lot, it seems.
Last night, Mum, Alec and I went to Saffron Screen to see I is a Legend, starring Will Smith (and Alice Braga!). Before the film started, Alec and I were talking about LOST and BONES, and I was saying that Hodgins from BONES is a cool character, but the whole beard thing annoys me, because of my hatred of facial hair. Upon hearing this, my mum instantly asked "what about him?" and pointed down at Joe, who was working at the refreshment stand, and who happened to have a bit of stubble (she knows I know him from school; it wasn't just random). I was just like "oh, I don't mind, because he usually shaves it soon after", as dismissively as I could. What am I supposed to say to my mum and brother? "Actually, I have no problem with him having a day's worth of stubble, because he's horribly attractive, and - actually - one of the few men I don't mind having facial hair"? Hmm, no, I don't think so.
Watching the film with mum was a pain in the arse. Alec had already seen it with his mates when it came out a few months ago, so he knew what would happen and when, but mum lets herself gets too involved in these things, and she was constantly jumping at everything and exhaling loudly and sighing and gasping and bloody sucking through her teeth at the slightest movement. I'll admit, I was bloody scared in that cinema too (and I always feel so exposed sitting on those seats), but I used my head and figured out which scenes were meant to be jumpy and thus stared intently at one of the bottom rows of seats until the jumpy business was over. As a result, I only jumped about three times during the film, and one of those times, it was a result of mum's jumping scaring the life out of me more than whatever was happening on screen. Then she got all upset when Sam, the gorgeous alsation doggy, died. Even though it was so horrifically inevitable (presumably she hadn't been expecting it, though I don't know what that says about her).
We came out of the cinema, and she complained that she'd felt 'on edge' the entire time. Alec simply took the piss, and at first I criticised her for not having the sense to expect the worst, but then we got home, and I was kind enough to talk about the film nicely. So there, I do have some humanity in me.
I can't think of much else to mention right now. However, I shall leave you all with a cheerful reminder of how Charlotte's mouth moves faster than her brain:
Pooh got stuck in Rabbit's hole.
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Now playing: Madonna - Material Girl
via FoxyTunes
According to my calendar, today is International Women's Day, which is always something to feel good about, I'm sure. I spent most of it watching series 2 of Life on Mars, though. I didn't get up until about half past twelve, I think (damnit! I better be up early tomorrow), but at least it has felt like a Sunday today (which means I have an extra day of weekend that my mind is expecting). I think the main reason for that is because mum is here (often she works Saturdays, so I'm not used to seeing her), although Dad's still in Sicily, so I'm not sure what that's all about.
Now I am on MSN, chatting away with Richard. We were initially talking about the programme, but then he suddenly brought up the fact that Erik lost his virginity in January, and obviously that's much more interesting, so we started chatting about that. Then the topic shifted to contraception, and now we're having a lengthy discussion about periods, about which Richard is learning a lot, it seems.
Last night, Mum, Alec and I went to Saffron Screen to see I is a Legend, starring Will Smith (and Alice Braga!). Before the film started, Alec and I were talking about LOST and BONES, and I was saying that Hodgins from BONES is a cool character, but the whole beard thing annoys me, because of my hatred of facial hair. Upon hearing this, my mum instantly asked "what about him?" and pointed down at Joe, who was working at the refreshment stand, and who happened to have a bit of stubble (she knows I know him from school; it wasn't just random). I was just like "oh, I don't mind, because he usually shaves it soon after", as dismissively as I could. What am I supposed to say to my mum and brother? "Actually, I have no problem with him having a day's worth of stubble, because he's horribly attractive, and - actually - one of the few men I don't mind having facial hair"? Hmm, no, I don't think so.
Watching the film with mum was a pain in the arse. Alec had already seen it with his mates when it came out a few months ago, so he knew what would happen and when, but mum lets herself gets too involved in these things, and she was constantly jumping at everything and exhaling loudly and sighing and gasping and bloody sucking through her teeth at the slightest movement. I'll admit, I was bloody scared in that cinema too (and I always feel so exposed sitting on those seats), but I used my head and figured out which scenes were meant to be jumpy and thus stared intently at one of the bottom rows of seats until the jumpy business was over. As a result, I only jumped about three times during the film, and one of those times, it was a result of mum's jumping scaring the life out of me more than whatever was happening on screen. Then she got all upset when Sam, the gorgeous alsation doggy, died. Even though it was so horrifically inevitable (presumably she hadn't been expecting it, though I don't know what that says about her).
We came out of the cinema, and she complained that she'd felt 'on edge' the entire time. Alec simply took the piss, and at first I criticised her for not having the sense to expect the worst, but then we got home, and I was kind enough to talk about the film nicely. So there, I do have some humanity in me.
I can't think of much else to mention right now. However, I shall leave you all with a cheerful reminder of how Charlotte's mouth moves faster than her brain:
Pooh got stuck in Rabbit's hole.
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Now playing: Madonna - Material Girl
via FoxyTunes
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