Blonde Charger's Haven

That would be a resounding YES. For the following reasons:- 

1) I had no idea Heath Ledger could act like that. It hit me sitting in the cinema that WHAM! he might just have been brilliant. There was a glimmer of genius in how he player the Joker, especially considering how DIFFERENT the comic book Joker and the animated series Joker is, I think his depiction was perfect.

2)If you saw that performance, and didn't know it was him, you would never have guessed. It was that good.

However, this needs to be said - he wouldn't win it if he were still alive. I have to admit that his death is a HUGE factor. I still think his performance is Oscar Nominations worthy, but it's the fact that he wont be able to claim it that'll really make the difference. 

RIP Heath.

 

Amazingly enough, I never thought I'd write in here again. Ever. I was just going through my old stuff when it occured to me that I'm actually quite good at keeping journal entries. When and if I can be bothered...

But enough! I shall provail!!

Okay, what shall I mention? I am currently killing  myself over 6th form, which I despise with every bloody fibre of my very soul...

Yes.

I do.

Not to mention I am in raptures about my loverly friends over at YPTG at the Royal Exchange. Yeah. That's fun. Philip is a sexy beast, getting his tall on... and all that jazz. 

Signed up for Les Mis. - FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHAT WAS I THINKING? Oh sweet Jesus, kill me now.

*ahem*

So, as you might be able to grasp, I'm not all together thrilled about that. Several times a day I ask myself, really ask myself, why I didn't sign up for Holy Cross. And I tell myself it is because I don't want to end up like someone I know. Plus everyone from Butterstile will end up there too. Wooh, boy, I would NOT like to go to that reunioun. I'd probably equipt myself with a flame-thrower, a can of beans, and a rather tall man with a fake beard. BEARD!

Oh, I was outside Charlotte's house the other day, and got accosted by two very tall men in beards and long coats and a rather small figure from my distasterous childhood. I tried to run, but propriety held me in place. I tried to scream, but as soon as she asked, 'So where do you live now-a-days?' the number of my house was ripped from my throat. Dear God, what is wrong with me. 

To make matters worse, that fish-mouthed spawn of the devil's arsehole came swooping past in a car, straight up her drive, to which we were loitering around, steaming up the glass with her indignant breath. She must have been peering out into the darkness, KNOWING i would be stuck outside her house. 

She pisses me off.

Anyway, me and Sophie, who was with me by the way, leap away from the pavement faster than I even thought I COULD move. My brain was screaming 'BEARDS! BEARDS! BEARDS!' in some obscene cycle. We looked like we were going to mug her. Oh God. Such is my life.

I wish one of the blokes with the ridiculously long beards had actually asked her for loose change. That would have been fucking magnificent. 

I only pray it either never happens again, or if it does happen, I will be able to free my dead tongue so I will be able scream 'BEARDS etc.' at her. Yes. 

I hate Alex Cohen. 

Random, I know, but never-the-less true. I wish I could call him a fucking dick, but as you should know by now, PROPRIETY has me in it's steely grip. *wimper* For fuck's sake.

Last thing for the moment, Mighty Boosh!!! I love that show. Like a fat kid loves cake. 

GNight all.

x

Oh dear. It seems LiveJournal has gotten away from me again. Prft.

Lemme see, what's been happening. Oh yeah


HARRY POTTER OMG 3 DAYZ...

WORK EXPERIENCE HAS TURNED MY BRAIN TO MUSH!

MY OPTICIANS HATE ME LIEK WOAH... Partly my fault cause I lost my NHS voucher-thingy and had to have a lovely if embarassing phone conversation with the woman about loosing it. In short, she says I'm screwed. I'l have to pay £64 for my new glasses... 

@@
 \O/ ZOMG!!!

Grr... I hate having crappy vision. It would be so much easier if I had 20/20 vision. I mean, none of this 'you're-an-adult-now-and-you-have-to-pay-for-your-own-glasses-crap' and none of the whole 'ew-my-contact-lenses-are-sticking-to-the-inside-of-my-eye-lids' or whatever...

Plus my hair gets stuck in my glasses hinge.

*complains liek woah*

Damn, I'm grumpy today. What brought THAT on?

Anywho, I have also been slaving away for Su in a theatre, ironing NINE waistcoats and hemming them! My right arm now feels like a small tree has fallen on it. Ow. I also had to phone about 15 people I have never met and tell them oh-so-politely to turn up and give me money. Yeah. That was fun...

Hmm... Not to mention missing pens, hours of staring at ceilings and eventual death by could-be-taxi-rapist-guy. Except I didn't. But still. It could happen.

On a completely different note, OMGHARRYPOTTERSEVENTHEENDISNIGHBRINGITONKPLSTHNX!

I have two days. Two days to read half of OOTP and HBP before DH comes out. At mid-night. *goes to find a container for her glee*

Plus my dear pal Dith wants a reading marathon. So coffee is good. If I liked coffee. Eep.

So that is what I will be doing in the wee hours of Saturday morning like hundreds of thousands of other people. But you know what? Loads of other people wont be doing that. Oh no. They will be attending stuff like this --->

http://www.bordersmedia.com/harrypotter/

There's going to be a BORDER'S Ball. Like, for eeryone who buys their book for Border's, so they'll be flitting about with a champagne flute in one hand and a huge hard back book in the other. Damn. And I have a dress for that and everything. Oh! That's right. I didn't put prom pictures up on here. *shrug* I'll do it later. If I can be bothered.

I may even wear a tiara. No, wait. I won't cause I won't be going to that. I'll be bying my Harry Potter book at Tesco's with my Dad at 1:00am. We did that with the HBP too. *le sigh* But now it will be the last ever time. Omg, no more Harry Potter. 

A sad day for all HP fans, indeed.

Still. I still have loverly Shoebox. Here's the link if you're interested.

http://community.livejournal.com/shoebox_project/

It's almost as good as canon. Yeah. It's THAT good. Although, for all you homophobics out there, there's a big whole chunk of Remus/Sirius thrown in there. Which is yummy. I'm not a slasher at heart, but R/S seems to fit in the Shoebox Project, strangely.

Okay, doke. I think that's it. I'll probably update again at some time. Oh K. Off to watch some Ouran High.

Buh Bye.



*is lemon*

What else can I say? But I wil throw in there, just on a whim, that I am NO LONGER IN SCHOOL AND THEREFORE NO LONGER NEED TO FEAR AND DREAD MONDAYS SO VERY MUCH...

Except, I kinda do. Maybe it's programmed into you? Maybe you never loose this all consuming desperation for Sunday to NEVER LEAVE ME! and cling desperately onto the last scraps of time as the clock ticks ominously forwards. At least, that's what I do. 

o.0

Anywho, so Monday... Monday, Monday, Monday...

Oh! Interesting things about Mondays, I went to get my contact lenses today. >.<

I hate them already, and I don't even HAVE them. Want to know why? Not because I didn't have a valid prescription. Nope, I had that. Not because I didn't have an appointment. Had that too. Because I failed at poking myself in the eye, that's bloody well why.

WHO fails to be able to poke themselves in the eye??? WHO???

Me, apparently.

I blink. I can't help it. I have to blink if and when something touched my eye. Including the squishy contact lens the rather impatient optician kept handing me. Everytime I tried to put the thing in, I'd blink, and it would fall out. 

I hate poking myself in the eye. 

We ran out of time in the end. I COULDN'T put my contacts in, so she decided I had to have another appointment tomorrow, so I could continue to learn. Great. This is going to be horribly atrocious. I'm looking forward to it SO much.

So, the optician told me I had to practice putting my finger on my eye in a mirror at home, before I go in again tomorrow. And that is exactly what I have been doing for an hour. Sticking my finger in my eye. 

Well, I can do it now, without blinking, so I guess that's a plus. But my eye hurts. I may have introduced it to some terrible new infection, which will flare up nastily, so I can't even put contacts in even if I was able and willing. Just in time for my prom. Which is this Friday. 

Oh yes. Expect a BIG entry on Saturday. I'm just warning you. It may have some very unfortunate pictures of me in a big red dress, matching my big red infected eyes. I can just see it. This is gonna be greeeeeeeat.

Oh, oh, Saturday! Awesome episode of Doctor Who, one of which I shall be commentarying on avec ma soeur, Shadow, over at marthafuckinsux , so check that out, if you have time. I'll upload it... sometime. I think. Maybe.

'Nuf now, my surely-soon-to-be-infected eyes are watering and dry, so... you know. Staring at a screen isn't exactly helping things. 

Night all.

This tiny little clip is from the Doctor Who episode 'Blink', and is probably my favourite bit of fluff in series three (not including Rose/Doctor fluff, that is). I must say, Billy Shipton and Sally Sparrow should have  been the Doctor's newest companions, but *tear*, it was not to be.

In memory of the character Billy Shipton, who just rocked.

Enjoy! (not uploaded by me, by the way)

...FIVE MINUTES AFTER DOCTOR WHO!

*dies*

Therefore all of the incredibly witty and intelligent things I WOULD have said are now lost... Damn. Thanks a whole bunch, TalkTalk. 

Just one thing though.

David Tennant + John Barrowman + John Simm = *melty knees and a whole lot of squeeing* 

Oh, and did I mention PHWOAR?

No? 

Didn't think so.

Nother one. Let us just imagine it's just one big post, m'kay? Good.

My joy - *can hardly keep still* 

Doctor Who + Jack in 37 minutes and counting. Must. Come. Offline.

Oh, nother thing. BBC are doing a Jekyll and Hyde horror at 9:00pm tonight. *loves Jekyl and Hyde like woah* 

Omgomgomgomg...

Go check it out!

Love this. Like: My god, the girl who made this is good. She rocks so bad.

*head: s'plodey* 
This is in salute of Captain Jack coming back to Doctor Who. Woot!

Which means many things...

Doctor Who for one thing. As you should be well aware by now, I absolutely adore Doctor Who, and David Tennant... Shame about his new companion, though. As soon as Freema entered the TARDIS, I've been more than ready for the Doctor to kick her out of it again. It's not that she's replacing Billie... Oh wait, yes, yes it is. And it's not as if she's a bad actress... Wait, wait, that too. Or the fact that she has no kind of relationship with the Doctor. Oh, hang on. It's that too. 
 As far as I'm concerned, she's a waste of time, space and good Doctor Who. Damn her.

Sorry about that, just needed a little rant right there. I'm done now. Promise, :)

Right, I have stumbled outn of bed at noon, attempted to drink some caffine-like beverage, and have tried to write something on fanfiction.net. Not that it's worked, but I might be getting there. I might even post something on here finish something first. Hmm... Thinkity.

Maybe later.

Alright then, the last of the G.C.S.E's are OVER! 

NO MORE MATHS, NO MORE SCIENCE, NO MORE FRENCH/ LATIN/ HISTORY AND/OR ... wait, no that's it. That's all I had to take. HAD TO take, ah... It sounds so good to say that. As soon as I got to my front door, I kicked off my shoes and they went straight in the bin... 

*I really hated my shoes... they were awful*

Then I massacred my uniform. I still have bits of it to glue into my leavers book. That and a spoon I got from the cafeteria. Meh, I thought, why not. It's a spoon. I'm going to strap it to my leavers book with cellotape... *g*

Anyway, I have my whole three months of my summer holiday stretching away into the distance. It's a comfy feeling. I have as much time as I want. I was even doing a little silent dance in my last exam in celebration, then went out to town with my friends. Today was a good day...

Meh. 'My Family's' playing in the background ( my sister loves it...) so I'm trying to distract myself from it. Oh! Doctor Who is on tomorrow... Yey. The new series is starting to grow on me.

More soon.

are really growing on me. I like.

My computer's a bitch. Plain and simple.

I was trying to add more interests, and oh no! Heaven's above! I used an interest with more that 7 words! So, anyway, it didn;t save any of the other hundred I tried to save. Arg!

*throws tantrum, but has little affect, since said tantrum in between stars*

I. Hate. This. Computer. 

Yes. I do.

*headdesk*

...Ow.

Well, here I am again, trying to piece my livejournal together, and I thought a whole new journal would do. Not too keen on the flowers, but I think they'll grow on me. At least I hope so.

Hmm, I have the very last day of year 11 tomorrow, and it's a Physics and French G.C.S.E day. I can't contain my joy. If I hit someone bouncing around my house, it will be because IT'S PHYSICS, AND I HAVEN'T LEARNED A GODDAMN THING!

*breathes into a paper bag*

Okay. So I should be revising while I write this, but who cares about Physics anyway? I mean, it's just... grades. So what if I fail. There are more important things in life than... 

Crap. I'm going to fail.

No, no, wait. Change the subject... Or go revise...

Yeah. I want that grade, so I'll be ditching you until tomorrow. M'kay?