Japan has really cool manhole covers.
I've been up since 6:30 this morning; I got up early so that I could continue with my Film Studies presentation and script. I never managed to finish it, though. I left the house at 8:06 this morning (hope you're reading this Charlotte) and upon entering school, rushed up to the Study Centre so I could print off my script, or rather what I had so far written of it. There was quite a congregation of people from my Film Studies class up there, all for the same reason as I, even though most of them weren't on the roster to present today. Elliott and I were walking to Film when we saw Andrew ahead of us, so I called to him "Andrew, how long is yours?", right across the picnic area, before realising that I should probably change it to 'how long is your presentation?'
Elliott's presentation on chroma key was first; then there was Andrew's, which was on the relationship between Hollywood and foreign films, which I found interesting, mainly because of several new things I learnt (but I've forgotten them now, damni-- oh, no, I've remembered one of them now); then was Adam's, but his overran into second period a little, so he didn't get to show any of his clips even. I'll be first on Monday, which I'm pleased about. I have no issue with doing a presentation, but I was so desperate to not do it today, seeing as my script was still incomplete. Also, going first means that I don't have to rush it like Frances and Adam did (... I'll ignore that).
Because first period overran, I was late for Philosophy and found the classroom empty, so I went up to the Study Centre to find Ru emailing Haslam to ask if she could have the rest of the day off to continue writing her synoptic essay >___<. I sat down at a group of desks where Kat and Rosie were seated and started making notes on my essay. We had break, then we returned (I had another Philosophy lesson, which is always up there anyway), continued working during that period, then Kat and I stayed for our free as well, during which Charlotte joined us and had many many difficulties with some question she was trying to answer in her Maths work. It turned out she'd got the wrong number of 'x's. So yeah, I spent three hours on my bloody synoptic essay, and somehow managed to avoid seeing Haslam about it (although she came over to me at three different points to ask how I was doing and to inform me that I could go see her when I was done with what I was doing). I should probably make sure I'm prepared to see her tomorrow, really.
It was the Matt-Nat-Scott-Rosie-Sophie lunch today, an anniversary of the one where we had a big argument about Patrick Mankins. As per usual we just played cards. Well, apart from Natalie, who was worried about her exam statement of entry.
Last period I had Editorial Writing, and we finished the practice essay we started yesterday. I had plenty of time to work on it today, considering I wrote so much yesterday, but I was still over the word count by about hundred words, 'cos I didn't know what else to cut out.
Then I walked home all on me larry, 'cos Charlotte had to go to the bank where the woman who wanted to seduce her was.
Now I'm bored because nobody's online, I can't be bothered to watch Notes on a Scandal, and Mill and Nietzsche's views on conventional morality are just not what I feel like describing, illustrating or evaluating, right now.
No. 8, My Life, Planet Earth
Showing posts with label english. Show all posts
Showing posts with label english. Show all posts
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
All you youngsters care about these days is that cake-emu
Kat has weird dreams about old grandmas complaining about the cake-emu. Admittedly I too have weird dreams, in which I'm pregnant, and Kat knows it thanks to a bloody MSN conversation we had (I really put my foot in it, but she does have some pretty darn good detectin' skills to be able to work that out several months before I go into labour). Charlotte just has sick dreams where we all die violently.
I just had to change what song iTunes was playing, because my dad came up and I don't think he would appreciate hearing sweary words, mention of sodomy and, well, the title 'Violent Pornography' says it all, really. Now he is gone.
I panicked a little during Philosophy today, but it turned out all was well. No point going into detail, but essentially, I think Haslam is cool about where I'm at with the synoptic essay. In Film, Charlotte Wright and Frenchy gave their presentations, but there wasn't time for any more, as there were technical setbacks at the beginning lesson; potentially, I might not even be fitted in on Thursday, even though I was initially supposed to be first on that day. In English, the class once again succeeded in defiling children's' literature; we analysed a short children's' story from the 1950s, which admittedly was pretty shocking to start with, but only because of the inherent sexism; the fact that the kids were rowing about in the sea in the middle of a storm, at night; the fact the young boy was barefoot for the entire story; the fact that their granddad appeared to grow younger by about twenty years; and that they set fire to the lighthouse. Okay, there are more examples of how insane it was, but those are the most shocking. All we had to do was make the young boy and his sister, Bess, incestuous; decide the grandfather was a drunk and give him a younger sailor drinking partner who became his imposter (that explained why he kept changing and where his bandage disappeared to); and turn the lighthouse into a huge cock. The moral of the story? What happens in the lighthouse stays in the lighthouse. And in case you were wondering, Greaves was - once again - completely complicit in this entire conversation, and eventually accepted Rob's suggestion that the granddad was a drunk.
Then I had frees, so Matt gave me a lift into town, dropping me off in Waitrose carpark, and I made my way to the library, where I proceeded to read book 10 of Wheel of Time for about twenty-five minutes (I found their copy of it and decided I might as well go back to reading it). I also got my mum to get out two DVDs for me; Notes on a Scandal and Where the Heart Is. Then we went for lunch at Kim's Tea Rooms, or whatever it's called.
I dilly-dallied around on the internet for a few hours, upon returning home, and then I watched Where the Heart Is. My reason for getting it out? My lovely Natalia (of the Portman variety, not Nat). She played a seventeen year old pregnant girl left by her boyfriend at Wal-Mart, where she is forced to live for six weeks, until she gives birth to her baby there, and then the film follows the next five years of her life. I was also pleased to see the always wonderful Stockard Channing, and Joan Cusack, who always seems to have amusing roles. It also starred the guy who played Paul Raines in season four of 24, who was alright, although it's his ex-wife I care more about; when my beloved Michelle died, and Nina -- well, Nina died too, but it was her betrayal that cut me deep; she didn't betray Jack, she betrayed me -- I found comfort in the development of the lovely lovely Audrey (she wears reading glasses!!), who was Paul's ex-wife. I went through the whole of Where the Heart Is wondering where the hell I'd seen the guy before.
It wasn't the most amazing movie, but it was enjoyable enough, and enchantingly feminine in some ways, and hell, I love Natalie Portman, so to see her when she was still just a lovely eighteen year old, driving the entire plot of a movie; I'm cool with that.
At dinner just now, we had our mandatory 'film and TV' chat for probably half an hour. Today we were trying to list our ten favourite films each. Mum and I didn't bother, as we knew we haven't seen enough good films to be able to compile such a list, but Alec had no issue with doing such a thing. Dad simply listened, but then that's dad.
Yay, film talk dominated this entry.
And aren't I amazing for updating? Love me.
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Now playing: System of a Down - Holy Mountains
via FoxyTunes
I just had to change what song iTunes was playing, because my dad came up and I don't think he would appreciate hearing sweary words, mention of sodomy and, well, the title 'Violent Pornography' says it all, really. Now he is gone.
I panicked a little during Philosophy today, but it turned out all was well. No point going into detail, but essentially, I think Haslam is cool about where I'm at with the synoptic essay. In Film, Charlotte Wright and Frenchy gave their presentations, but there wasn't time for any more, as there were technical setbacks at the beginning lesson; potentially, I might not even be fitted in on Thursday, even though I was initially supposed to be first on that day. In English, the class once again succeeded in defiling children's' literature; we analysed a short children's' story from the 1950s, which admittedly was pretty shocking to start with, but only because of the inherent sexism; the fact that the kids were rowing about in the sea in the middle of a storm, at night; the fact the young boy was barefoot for the entire story; the fact that their granddad appeared to grow younger by about twenty years; and that they set fire to the lighthouse. Okay, there are more examples of how insane it was, but those are the most shocking. All we had to do was make the young boy and his sister, Bess, incestuous; decide the grandfather was a drunk and give him a younger sailor drinking partner who became his imposter (that explained why he kept changing and where his bandage disappeared to); and turn the lighthouse into a huge cock. The moral of the story? What happens in the lighthouse stays in the lighthouse. And in case you were wondering, Greaves was - once again - completely complicit in this entire conversation, and eventually accepted Rob's suggestion that the granddad was a drunk.
Then I had frees, so Matt gave me a lift into town, dropping me off in Waitrose carpark, and I made my way to the library, where I proceeded to read book 10 of Wheel of Time for about twenty-five minutes (I found their copy of it and decided I might as well go back to reading it). I also got my mum to get out two DVDs for me; Notes on a Scandal and Where the Heart Is. Then we went for lunch at Kim's Tea Rooms, or whatever it's called.
I dilly-dallied around on the internet for a few hours, upon returning home, and then I watched Where the Heart Is. My reason for getting it out? My lovely Natalia (of the Portman variety, not Nat). She played a seventeen year old pregnant girl left by her boyfriend at Wal-Mart, where she is forced to live for six weeks, until she gives birth to her baby there, and then the film follows the next five years of her life. I was also pleased to see the always wonderful Stockard Channing, and Joan Cusack, who always seems to have amusing roles. It also starred the guy who played Paul Raines in season four of 24, who was alright, although it's his ex-wife I care more about; when my beloved Michelle died, and Nina -- well, Nina died too, but it was her betrayal that cut me deep; she didn't betray Jack, she betrayed me -- I found comfort in the development of the lovely lovely Audrey (she wears reading glasses!!), who was Paul's ex-wife. I went through the whole of Where the Heart Is wondering where the hell I'd seen the guy before.
It wasn't the most amazing movie, but it was enjoyable enough, and enchantingly feminine in some ways, and hell, I love Natalie Portman, so to see her when she was still just a lovely eighteen year old, driving the entire plot of a movie; I'm cool with that.
At dinner just now, we had our mandatory 'film and TV' chat for probably half an hour. Today we were trying to list our ten favourite films each. Mum and I didn't bother, as we knew we haven't seen enough good films to be able to compile such a list, but Alec had no issue with doing such a thing. Dad simply listened, but then that's dad.
Yay, film talk dominated this entry.
And aren't I amazing for updating? Love me.
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Now playing: System of a Down - Holy Mountains
via FoxyTunes
Friday, 5 October 2007
"You'll be so high, you'll be flying"
End of the world?
Tsunamis. Tornadoes. Earthquakes. We've got a whole lot of disasters heading towards us. Half of them have already hit us before. Us Brits might be safe for now. Soon, though, more immigrants will be rushing in. They'll continue to take over our country as theirs are raped and robbed by freak weather.
People always moan and groan about global warming killing animals and destroying homes. But we shouldn't be caring about that. We should be bothered by the effect it has on us and our nation.
Millions of foreigners will want our land when theirs is gone. We've already got too many people in this country who don't belong here. And if there are more floods and tornadoes around the world, there will be more immigrants coming to take over.
Before you go bashing me in on the head, I'll let you know now that this was an exercise I had to do in Editorial Writing today. I had to pick an issue (such as global warming) and write about it as though I were writing a focus article in a tabloid newspaper such as The Sun. I went for the whole 'sensationalising' shebang, considering what aspects of global warming might worry Sun readers most. It's only natural that they'd be able to link it to immigration somehow. So, yeh, I'm not racist. Or stupid.
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Now playing: Electric Light Orchestra - Don't Bring Me Down
via FoxyTunes
Tsunamis. Tornadoes. Earthquakes. We've got a whole lot of disasters heading towards us. Half of them have already hit us before. Us Brits might be safe for now. Soon, though, more immigrants will be rushing in. They'll continue to take over our country as theirs are raped and robbed by freak weather.
People always moan and groan about global warming killing animals and destroying homes. But we shouldn't be caring about that. We should be bothered by the effect it has on us and our nation.
Millions of foreigners will want our land when theirs is gone. We've already got too many people in this country who don't belong here. And if there are more floods and tornadoes around the world, there will be more immigrants coming to take over.
Before you go bashing me in on the head, I'll let you know now that this was an exercise I had to do in Editorial Writing today. I had to pick an issue (such as global warming) and write about it as though I were writing a focus article in a tabloid newspaper such as The Sun. I went for the whole 'sensationalising' shebang, considering what aspects of global warming might worry Sun readers most. It's only natural that they'd be able to link it to immigration somehow. So, yeh, I'm not racist. Or stupid.
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Now playing: Electric Light Orchestra - Don't Bring Me Down
via FoxyTunes
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