Oh my goodness!

It has been such a long time since I last posted a blog! I'd love to fill you in on everything that has happened, but to be perfectly honest, I can't remember everything. I can barely remember what happened yesterday. And that, my dear blog-readers who I have so cruely neglected, is because we are finally into Hell Week.

Yes, Hell Week - the week out of the year when I get very little sleep, wear excessive amounts of make-up and spend my evenings flouncing around on a stage in front of a paying audience. Some people have multiple Hell Weeks throughout the year, and I do usually...but for me, February is the main one. Normally it's in half term, but the theatre was already booked. So now I have to contend with lack of sleep, lack of sensible food, lack of time to commit to schoolwork and my current lack of voice. As always, I am horrendously ill the week of my show. Yay ¬¬

I'm off school today because I can't breathe and to be honest, I just couldn't face a full day of school and then all night at the theatre (dress rehearsal tonight). I intend to spend today sprawled on the sofa, eating toast and watching LOST. I should be redrafting my English coursework, but what are the chances of that happening?

Oh and I have Dailybooth: http://www.dailybooth.com/proud_veggie

I'll do a better update soon :)

Bye

<3

New Moon review

I'm really sorry that I haven't posted a blog for ages.

And I'm really sorry that all you're getting now is a review of the New Moon movie.

But here we go. If you don't want to read it, you don't have to.

Right, I'll start off by saying that New Moon has always been my least favourite Twilight book. I don't know why...it's not the lack of Edward specifically, I think it's because Bella goes all emo for about six months and it makes me want to punch her whiny little face in. But I digress. I thought the film was so much better than the book and so so much better than the first film.

[Okay, my notes are really messy and not in any particular order because I scribbled them down when I got back from the film at like, half 11 at night]

Bad bits

• New contacts - why the frick did they give the good vampires these weird orange eyes with black edges? Where did the gold contacts go? Before the film, there was trailer for the movie called Daybreakers about a world where everyone is vampires and the few humans are harvested for blood or whatever...and they had the gold contacts from Twilight. I don't know why the producers or whoever gave this new film the old contacts and got these crappy tiger ones.
• Makeup - not a fan of the makeup. There are times when the vampires look like they've been dipped in white paint and I swear all the guys are wearing so much lipstick. There was one bit where Jacob rubbed his lips together and you could see where his lipstick had smudged on his top lip.
• Where did Bella's huge opal ring come from? It distracted me every single time I saw it.
• I still have some issues with Kristen Stewart (the line "As long as she like" springs to mind - is that how it was written? Because that was ridiculous)
• The clip of Bella being a vampire - was that an actual clip from Breaking Dawn? If so, I am not seeing that film. It was cheesy, it was weird, her dress was hideous and she looked strange as a vampire. I thought she was meant to look stunning...she just looked a bit pasty and badly-dressed with weird eyes.
• KStew blinks too much. My friend pointed it out to me near the beginning and it was all I focused on through the whole movie.
• What friend would let their friend wander off with some random guys on motorcycles? As my friend Rachel said at the time, "If you even tried that, I would bitchslap you then drag you all the way back to your dad to tell him what a frickin' moron you were".
• Plus, those guys were SO EFFIN' CREEPY. They actually made my skin crawl - "I can be anything you want me to be" - EW!
• I didn't find the big Edward leaving scene as emotional as I expected. When Jacob left, it was more sad. She broke his little furry heart :(
• Some of the big emotional scenes took too long to happen. The dramatic pauses were far too long and it was irritating.
• When Kristen is trying to get her lines out in said emotional scenes, her body like...vibrates. She shakes the whole time she's dramatically pausing.
• The ending. WTF was that? "Marry me" *gasp* credits. Everyone in the cinema was like "What the hell???" when it finished.

Good bits

• Billy Burke steals every single scene he is in. He is the most fantastically awkward dad EVER and I love him.
• The lighting was so much better, not all blue like the last one
• Jacob in general - the wig was better, his lines were hilarious and wow the kid has grown up a lot. Like, a lot a lot. He has like, the best back ever. Phwoar.
• I liked the way they handled Bella's depression. As I've said, in the book it made me want to punch something. I think it was really good and much less annoying than on paper.
• Emmett and Jasper were awesome as always.
• I love Carlisle so much.
• Did anyone else think that the burning blood-soaked gauze in the bowl looked a little like the flower from the front of the book?
• The humans were fantastic! I personally think they are the best characters in the films, they are written so perfectly. Mike is so adorable and awkward, and Jessica is exactly right - the whole leprosy/zombies analogy was possibly my favourite bit of the film.
• Who came up with the terrible movie titles? They are a genius.
• The scene at the movies was AWESOME! Definitely my other favourite bit. The little exchange between Mike and Jake about him being too young was so good. And I was laughing so much at the dialogue in Face Punch, that I couldn't breathe throughout the whole emotional scene between Jacob and Bella on the stairs.
• I'm so glad they left Emily in. I thought if they'd cut anything from this film, it would be that. But they didn't and that makes me happy :)
• Rosalie looked so much better in this film.
• Why wasn't Victoria's hair like this from the start?
• The wolves. That's all I'm saying. They are a 'good bit' all themselves.
• The Volturi = LOVE!!!!!!!! Michael Sheen was EXACTLY right and so creepy, it was amazing.
• Dakota Fanning was awesome! When did she start looking like a 21-year-old? I've never been a big fan of hers, but she was so good! And I loved the awkwardness when she was concentrating on Bella and nothing was happening.
• Despite my criticisms of her, I think Kristen was so much better in this film than the last one and I can't wait to see if she improves again for the third.

Overall, I thought this film was so much better than the first. I've always been Team Switzerland (on the fence), but leaning more towards the Edward side of the equation. But for like, an hour in the middle of this film, I hopped the fence into Jacob territory. True, all it took was Rob to come onto the screen and take his shirt off and I was vaulting over that fence like my life depended on it. But it is a credit to the film that it was able to sway my view in that way.

Leave your thoughts on New Moon in the comments. Have you seen it? What do you agree with me on? What do you disagree with?

Proper blog soon.

Bye

<3

People of the Internet!

I think you should all get yourself onto this video and watch and enjoy.

And then go and download the song.

It's for Children in Need, which means it's for charity which means you can enjoy some music and do something good for the world. Which is awesome.

So...yeah...do it!

Bye

<3

Have you guys seen

Bridget Jones' Diary?

I just watched it and I'd forgotten how much I frickin' love that film. And yes, I realise just how much of a girl I sound right now.

But it got me thinking: when you rewatch it, there are a lot of things that seem really dated about the film. Her clothes, for instance. Or Hugh Grant's hair. But of all these, the most dated is the concept of the diary itself. If the film had been made today, Bridget would've had a blog and a Twitter account, and it just wouldn't have been the same.

But some day, our children or our children's children will be looking back on things that heavily feature Facebook or MySpace and be like, "That's seriously how you used to communicate? You didn't have hologram phone watches? How weird!"

Yeah...it just occurred to me how fleeting the latest pop culture or online fad is, but still we get all caught up in having the newest thing when it'll probably be hopelessly passe in the next few months - weeks, even.

Anyway, after being all deep and stuff (because that's deep for me), I realised that I suspect that I will grow up to be like Bridget. Not a smoker, hopefully. But not a great cook, prone to making a fool of myself in social situations, a habit for falling for completely the wrong person...yep, I am just Bridget Jones fifteen years earlier. And that is a pretty depressing thought.

But if I can have Hugh Grant and Colin Firth throwing themselves through restaurant windows for me, who am I to complain?

So...yeah...this was a pointless blog.

Tell me something interesting in the comments. I don't care what it is, but something I probably didn't know before.

Bye

<3

So, it's done.

I've sent off my university application. Well, it has to go through the school first for my reference and I still haven't paid, but I've sent it. It can't be changed.

Having done that, it's made everything else seem so much closer - Christmas (which I haven't even thought about yet), resits in January (yeah right, I didn't revise for the exams the first time round. I probably won't do anything until the Christmas holidays), the show I'm in in February, actual exams in the spring and summer.

And then prom. Prom! Apparently, if we want to stay in the hotel afterwards, we have to book soon. I've barely thought about it - I don't know what I'm wearing, who I'm going with, whether or not getting a limo is really tacky, if I want to fork out and get my hair done professionally. And on top of that, who is paying for all of this? I'm sure my parents will contribute, but I don't know how keen they'll be.

Aargh stress!

Bye

<3

I am so bad at this.

I have typed three blog entries and saved them without posting them because I wanted to add photos, and then never added photos and now they are irrelevant.

What's happened since I last blogged?

I did have a detailed description of my trip to London to see John Barrowman in La Cage Aux Folles, but I'll be brief - it was brilliant, John was fantastic as always and he signed my programme.

And then it was Halloween and was Elphaba from Wicked (Google it if you don't know, but I like to think that you all get it). My friend was Galinda:



So yeah...now we're back at school and it's hell. But today was pretty good.

Did any of you watch that Grease: the School Musical on Sky recently? Don't worry, there is a point to this question - it does link in with my good day. Well, it was filmed at a school in my local area and I knew a couple of people in it.

Today, me and some friends went to this singing workshop thing with some of the Year 12s from our school. It's really for Year 12s and at the end they'll get some kind of qualification in leading vocal sessions. They will be going out to primary schools, but the Year 13s are just going to improve our technique and learn new warm-ups. It's meant to span two lessons, but all of the Year 13s involved have lessons straight after, so the woman leading it has decided to do practical while we're there and then do the theory when we've gone.

Anyway...
(I'm sorry, I'm rambling a little...that much detail probably wasn't necessary)

I was just sitting there waiting for the session to start; the four Year 13s on one side of the room and the four year 12s on the other. Then this woman from the main office came down and was like, "There's some more people here for the workshop" and in walked three of the kids off the Grease programme. It was so surreal! Like, obviously they're just schoolkids and they're not famous or anything, but until now two of them have only ever existed inside my TV screen (I already knew one of them from an orchestra I used to be in). It took my brain a few minutes to register their actual existence and stop going, "You were on the TV...you were on the TV..."

I'm such a freak. If they hadn't been on that programme, I probably wouldn't have even noticed when they walked in other than to say hi to Jess.

Anyway, I just thought I'd share that little moment of weirdness.

Bye

<3

Tomorrow

I'm going to London.

Just like last Saturday, I'll be down south in the capital.

And I still won't get to go to Abercrombie and Fitch to see if they have the male models like in New York.

And I won't get to go to Paul which apparently does the best macaroons in the world, was mentioned in Gossip Girl and has three branches in London.

But instead, I get to see La Cage Aux Folles! Which is exciting!

The last time I saw a show in London was...Wicked in June. Far too long ago.

And before that, Spring Awakening in April.

And after tomorrow, the next time won't be until December!

And after that...well, I just don't know. I can't afford to go again for the forseeable future. I can barely afford to go in December.

Aaah well...I'll have to make the most of it while I can.

Bye

<3

Oh, my school is just so classy...

I thought it was bad enough when people got really cheap alcopops for their 18ths.

But no...someone today took it that one step further...

Do you guys know anyone who got a pram and a cot for their 18th? And strictly no alcohol. That's what you get when you're 4 months pregnant.

I suppose I shouldn't really judge, but if it had been me, I wouldn't have wanted to open a bunch of baby clothes and a Moses basket in school at lunch with staff lurking around taking photos because it was school Halloween as well.

But I have to admit, I saw some of the things she had and they were adorable. Not enough to make me want a baby...but enough to make me want a pair of tiny little Converse.

And tomorrow I'm off down to London to see La Cage Aux Folles - John Barrowman in a dress makes my life worth living.

Bye

<3

I'm really bad at coming up with blog titles.

Like, really bad.

But as they say, the blog must go on. Well, they don't but...you get my drift, whatever, it doesn't matter.

Anyway.

I've had my job interview for Waterstone's. I think it went okay...I rambled a bit and my voice just sounded strange the whole time, but it was alright. Still haven't heard yet.

Buuuuut, I just got a phonecall offering me another job interview at my local library! So it's all good in the hood and whatnot, because if I don't get a call back from Waterstone's, I won't necessarily be broke for all of eternity.

In case you can't tell, I'm in a bit of a weird mood. I'm not drunk, I swear. All I've drank all day is water. I might be on a sugar high because we made biscuits and chocolate apples with the Year 7s at lunch.

The Year 9 History class I help with are growing on me - they ask the funniest questions. The highlights today were "Why do we have eyes?" and "Why did they call him Hitler?"

Tomorrow is Halloween in school, which means that the Sixth Form get to dress up. After my cop-out costume of last year (bland, unnamed Hogwarts student), I'm going as a hippy tomorrow. Summer dress and flip flops in October weather? Yes please!

Bye

<3

I'm going to London...

...to see a bunch of acts that I don't know that much about and normally wouldn't pay to see all perform together to celebrate 100 years of Guiding.

But first I have to spend 5 hours on a coach with a lot of screaming over-excited teenage girls. I'm hoping that the coach will be big enough that the four of us who are really too old to scream can lurk at the back and talk about stuff and listen to music and do homework. And eat massive amounts of junk food. Does anyone know if we'll be able to buy fried rice at half 11 in the morning?

I'm also hoping that there will be decent wireless signal at motorway service stations so I can tweet along the journey.

So...yeah...

I'll see you when I get on Sunday, Blogger.

Bye

<3

Well, it's taken long enough...

I am sat at home in my pyjamas, writing essays on Gladstonian Liberalism and Hamlet, and listening to a podcast about Glee (if you're a Glee fan, look up 'Sara and Aimee do Glee'. It's very good). This doesn't sound too bad, until you factor in my pounding head, churning stomach and constant, irritating cough.

However, something good has come of this situation. If I hadn't been at home, there would've been nobody to take the phonecall from Waterstones which I received a few minutes ago. After my frantic and, until today, fruitless sending out of CVs to absolutely anywhere that might take me and didn't require me to serve food (that would never end well) or sell clothes (I can't fold to save my life), I have finally got an interview. All the theatres I contacted sent polite rejection letters and Linghams, an independent bookshop with two branches near me, called when I was in Berlin over the summer and were very complimentary, but unfortunately they weren't recruiting. All the other places I applied to didn't even bother to get back to me. I'd pretty much given up on the possibility of ever getting a job and had resigned myself to a life of living on stale bread and wearing clothes that had been donated to charity. So at 5 o'clock on Monday, I hope you all have your fingers crossed for me. I've never done a job interview before and have no clue what to expect.

What else is happening with me?

I went to see Our Day Out at the Royal Court Theatre in Liverpool last night. It was amazing. The one downside was that it really brought out the Scouse side of my accent which is something I tend to try and avoid. Oh, and they'd sold out of CDs. It was such a good deal - programme, poster and CD soundtrack for £5. But no, they'd run out. Another downside was that we were right up in the gods - top balcony, row J. And the way the Royal Court was built means that the steps and the chairs and everything are terrifyingly steep. If it was being made today, they would have Health and Safety people swarming all over the place. But other than those three things, it was brilliant.

I've become well and truly addicted to Glee. I watched the original Pilot back in March or May or whenever it first came out and I watched the first two episodes when they came out properly. But my Internet is a temperamental bitch and makes watching things online difficult. So I gave up until my friend Luke said something about it and convinced me to get back into it. Now I'm completely up to date and I frickin' love it. I wish I was Lea Michele. She is my officially my new girl crush.

And just because I can, I'm going to do a Hayley (I can do that, right? It's not copyrighted?):

Sexy: Not in a weird way, but teachers. Like, young male enthusiastic attractive teachers. There should be more of these in schools - my school has one (fortunately, he's my English teacher) but really should be at least one in Science or something for the people who don't do English. This point came to mind due to a mixture of Our Day Out and Glee. The guy who played the young teacher in ODO was amazing...it was just a shame that we were so high up so we couldn't see him properly. However, if the photo in the programme is anything to go by, he's just as attractive as that performance implied. And Matthew Morrison as the teacher in Glee - yes. Just yes.


Unsexy: Annoyingly shrill Scouse teenage girls. Specifically the ones who go to my school and can't shut up for more than three minutes at a time. In the theatre last night, there were so many people turning round to give the Year 10s dirty looks for being so irritating. Once the show started, they shut up thankfully. But as soon as it finished, they were back and louder than ever. It's no wonder I'm at home with a headache.

Bye

<3

Okay, I'm over the X Factor now.

Something new has come along to upset me: Stephen Gately's dead.

When I saw it on Twitter, I hoped it wasn't true...but it is. It is very very sad and I am actually more upset by that than I was about Heath Ledger and Patrick Swayze. And I forgot that Michael Jackson was even dead...so there you go.

I'm meant to be doing an essay about Hamlet but I'm just not in the mood. Let's talk about something nicer.

At my drama group this morning we got the results of the auditions last week. We're doing the show Honk! which has so many named parts, it's crazy. My three closest friends are playing the three proper leads and loads of other people I love have smaller parts. I play the female lead's best friend, which suits me fine because she is one of my real best friends and I love her to bits. There's been a little bit of questioning of a few casting decisions, but we'll deal. The main question mark is over having a short fourteen-year-old dancer play the villain's love interest - the villain being my very tall, very seventeen, very uncoordinated friend. Good luck to the girl, I say.

It should be pretty good. I just hope they give me something good to do in the second act though, because all my lines are in the first half.

Right, I'm going to go and make the decision between working and sleeping - I'm crazily over-tired, considering that I've slept quite a lot this weekend despite a few late nights

Bye

<3

Just a tad annoyed.

Okay, a lot annoyed.

I normally try to keep my blog to things that are actually happening to me, but I need to get this out of my system. Any British people who watch the X Factor will understand this better than other people:

WTF is Dannii Minogue's problem??????

Okay, so Danyl gave an AMAZING performance and she didn't even comment on his singing at all, just on the stories in the tabloids that he's bisexual. He is a primary school teacher. His class don't need to hear that. And it has nothing to do with his performance...it was just a cheap dig because she felt theatened. She does have a fairly strong group this year and Simon's group are her main competition, but there was really no need. At all.

And now I'm a little calmer. Not a lot, but a bit.

Thank you for reading that, if you did. There'll be a proper blog soon, I hope.

Tell me in the comments what your...I don't know, favourite song is. I'm trying to take my mind off annoying Australian people with very famous sisters.

Bye

<3

Ugh...bad times....

Don't you just hate being stuck in the middle of other people's drama?

I have one friend who isn't speaking to her best friend because of something that happened with her boyfriend of over two years, who has hacked her MSN to delete himself from her contacts.

I have another two friends who used to be best friends, and now they're not because one of them has been blowing off the other one to spend time with her boyfriend.

I have another friend who has also had an argument with Friend Number One's best friend and now they're not speaking.

I have to buy birthday presents, Christmas presents, train tickets to London and pay for Jimmy Carr tickets in the next few months, so that's all my money up until Christmas gone.

And I lost my iPod on Friday. My new iPod Touch that I got last Saturday and hadn't even blogged about yet. I left it in a service station on the M6. So that's another £150 because I need an iPod.

Yeah...so I've not had the best few days.

On the plus side, my Tim Minchin DVD arrived on Friday. It wasn't released until today, but HMV shipped it early because it was a pre-order. It cheered me up.

So...take my mind off all the bad stuff. Tell me what you're being for Halloween in the comments :)

Bye

<3

I'm in a really weird mood.

I don't know if I've had a good day or a bad day. Every time I think it's turning into a good day, something annoying or upsetting happens. Then whenever I start thinking of it as a bad day, something good happens and brings me back up. Strange...

I feel bad for not blogging so long, but there just aren't enough hours in the day for me to go to school, do my homework, sleep, eat and blog. There's even less time for me to make videos, which isn't good as I've been trying to become more involved in the YouTube community. But I suppose this really isn't the time to do that, with school and everything plus a severe lack of funds.

I don't even know what I'm writing here...I just felt that I should write something. I've just had a...well, I don't want to call it an argument as such...let's say a 'minor disagreement' with my mum over money. Instead of getting each other Christmas presents, me and my two best friends decided to go to London to see Legally Blonde the Musical after we break up from school. Tonight, Rachael is booking the tickets. We were originally going on a Saturday, but it's cheaper if we go on a Monday, so we're thinking December 21st. The tickets will be £40, then add to that train travel and a hotel (which will be cheaper because Sarah's brother works in a hotel, but still...) and you end up with my mum telling me not to make plans for money I don't have and me telling her that I will have the money because I get £70 a month for allowance off my parents. Three months worth of allowance will be plenty, right?

Gosh, I'm sorry...in a weird mood tonight. Time to write an essay on Jekyll and Hyde...fun fun fun =/

Bye

<3

Blogger, I am sorry.

I have been neglecting you nearly as badly as I've neglected YouTube. Well, not quite that badly...I have been keeping up with the blogs I follow, whereas I haven't watched any of my subscriptions. My Internet is ridiculous and nothing will load past thirty seconds, so there's no point even trying.

So what have I been up to? I'm back at school now so it's been homework, uni applications, volunteering in the Music department and epic piles of books on my desk next to my laptop. It's a strange collection:

• The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
• Love and Longing by various authors
• A View from the Bridge by Arthur Miller
• The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and My Hyde by R.L. Stevenson
• Whigs, Radicals and Liberals 1815-1914 by some historian called Watts
• Hamlet by Shakespeare (but if you didn't know that, what is wrong with you?)
• The Aeneid by Virgil
• Oh What A Lovely War which apparently doesn't have an author...interesting...

Add to that my digital camera, the notebook in which I write down all the books I read, my school pencil case, the Gossip Girl season 1 boxset, a congratulations card from my family after my AS results, a Harry Potter mug full of pens and pencils, a pack of Post-It notes, a packet of tissues with sheep on them and many other miscellaneous items and you get an idea of how hectic my life is getting.

I have managed to get rid of some of the commitments I had last year, such as Junior Orchestra where I played percussion and my dancing lessons. It was really sad leaving my dance school after 12 years and I sent a tear-stained thank you card to my dancing teachers, but it's for the best. I already have too much on my plate. By which I mean I shouldn't be writing this - I should be doing my personal statement and research for my Drama homework.

Also, this is my 50th blogpost. I think I've just reached a milestone...go me!

Bye

<3

I promise there'll be more Edinburgh tomorrow...

But for tonight, it's all about Dorian Gray.

Oh. My. Gosh. It's such a good film. But absolutely terrifying! I don't normally 'do' horror and I had no clue it would be so scary when I suggested it to my friends.

But oh my goodness.

Words cannot express how I feel right now. I'm not sure how I feel. It was awesome. Literally. I am in awe. I want the DVD now, but the film only opened today so it will be a long, long time before the DVD's available.

Aaaarrrrgggghhh I need to go to bed before my brain explodes. I am so tired.

Also, I got my dress for my friend's 18th today. It makes me happy.

Bye

<3

Och aye, I've been oot and aboot...

If ever a time was fitting for a gratuitous Doctor Who quote, this is that time.

As you should know, I was in Edinburgh Sunday and Monday for the university open day. And my God, it was fantastic! The uni, the city...I loved everything about it.

Me and my friend Rachel got the train from Liverpool at half one on Sunday afternoon. We battled our way to a table, knocking small children and old ladies out of the way to secure decent seats (okay, that was a slight exaggeration...but we would've done, had it been necessary). On the first train, which was headed for Blackpool *shudders* and stopped at Preston which was where we changed, we tried and failed to get any work done and really just ate a copious amount of Pringles and laughed a lot. We changed at Preston and were not as successful at the table-getting this time. We had to sit on the floor for part of the journey, and dived into some spare seats when people left. We spent the rest of the journey in silence, as we were sitting opposite each other and trapping two complete strangers into their seats. It was very awkward, especially since the guy sitting next to Rachel kept looking around the carriage and whenever I looked up he'd accidentally catch my eye and then we both looked away, embarrassed. But then we got to Edinburgh Waverley and were overwhelmed by the whole thing.

After a struggle to get out of the station, and then to get ourselves onto the right road for the Travelodge we were staying in, we finally got to where my Google Maps printout said it should be. Following the instructions exactly, we found our way down a back alley to some industrial-sized bins and amused-looking binmen, who laughed openly at us as we aimlessly wandered into their courtyard, saw them and scuttled back down the alley. It took a frantic phone call to my parents and a lot of wandering for us to realise that Google Maps had sent us the quickest way to the postcode we'd provided it with, not the right way. We soon found the front of the Travelodge and got all checked in, and then went out again to look for the uni.

We found the campus pretty easily, after passing a gorgeous copy of Hamlet in a charity shop which I subsequently bought the following day and a woman playing a harp in a cafe. A harp. A freakin' harp. That is why I love Edinburgh. If someone tried that round where I live, they'd be beaten to death with their own harp. We wandered around the campus, marvelling at the lack of graffiti and the general university-ness of the place. It was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.

Then we went back to the Travelodge, got a pizza from the bar-cafe thing and took it back to our room. We ate that and ate more Pringles, and some Oreos and I ate seven lollipops in the space of forty-five minutes. We then watched the second half of the Mask which neither of us had seen, and found it unreasonably funny. This was probably the result of the amount of sugar we had consumed. It really wasn't that funny. Then we watched United 93. That was the most horrible film I've seen in a long time, because I wasn't even aware that it happened. I am not going on a plane any time soon, I can tell you that.

In case you can't tell, I'm flagging a little now. I'll tell you about Monday tomorrow.

Bye

<3

Two words for you:

Tim. Minchin.

Look him up. YouTube, Google, whatever. Just promise me you'll do it?

He is an Australian singing comedian and an actual genius and I love him long time.

His comedy might not be to everyone's tastes, and if you are easily offended by strong language or blasphemy, maybe you should steer clear. But everyone else, check him out.

He makes my life happy.

And when you've had a look, let me know what you think.

I am so annoyed, because I discovered him about three days ago...the same day he was performing in Manchester. Just a few weeks earlier, and I could've been there! Oh well...fingers crossed for a 2010 UK tour.

Right, I'm going to bed now because I'm going to Edinburgh tomorrow but before that, I have to go to the first meeting of the youth am-dram musical theatre group I'm part of. So early morning is necessary for packing and showering and whatnot.

I'll fill you in on my Scottish adventure when I return, as I won't have my laptop while I'm there and therefore, won't be able to tell you stuff as I go along.

Bye

<3

Envy has turned my brain apparently.

I had two dreams last night.

One of them was about when my school orchestra went to Paris and ended up with us all being led off to this cult thing by these really hot guys. That dream is not the dream this blog will discuss. If anyone wants to know more about that dream, you can ask but I think that all it really reveals is that my brain is demented and has taken to playing little horror movies in my head while I'm asleep. I don't know what that says about me.

Anyway, on with the other, much nicer, dream:

I am so cool. This dream has shown me just how cool I am. I now dream about the Internet. Oh, that's right. I wish that weren't true, but it is. Well...not really the Internet as such, but more about people on the Internet. Does that make it better?

Alrighty, so basically, I dreamt that I was wandering around Liverpool with some friends as I often do and then we turned a corner and suddenly I was by the London Eye. My friends had disappeared and I was just standing there on that bit of grass by the London Eye looking like a loner and a fool. I turned round and saw a HUGE group of people and that's when it hit me. I had somehow been transported from Liverpool to the Summer in the City gathering. Apparently, my disappointment and jealousy of everyone who was going gave me the power to Apparate.

And then I was just there and had lots of fun and met loads of amazing people...and then I woke up.

I am definitely going to SitC 2010. For sure.

I'd better do a proper blog soon, considering in my latest video I shouted repeatedly at my subscribers to all come and read my blog.

Bye

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