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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Thursday, August 18, 2005
Am bouncing around in glee today as before midnight passes I shall be back in the arms of my Cheesy. Would be bouncing even more if I wasn't suffering from cramps (yes, my womb clearly has a pissy sense of humour as far as timing is concerned), but I'm doped up and ready to snooze my way through 4 1/2 hours of Edinburgh train time.
Plans involve:
- lots of gross smooching and (unfortunately) some rather chaste hand-holding thanks to being scuppered by the womby one. Not that we ever do anything more than hold hands (Hi Momo & Popo!) - ahem.
- going to see the fantastic Brendon Burns at the Pleasance - he's my must see edinburgh fringe comedian
- wanted to see the other parts of the Tragedian, which is now a three parter. Timing doesn't work out unfortunately - so shows this year are going to be picked purely on what interesting leaflets get chucked my way, and what Cheesy can sneak me in for free for at his venue
- writing on top of Arthur's Seat - the play I'm working on at the moment, well... being that high up, it's kinda relevant. We'll see. I'm gonna try anyway - it might piss down the whole time, so who knows.
- and of course as much time as humanly possible with the man - get my Cheesy top up so I can last till he comes home at the end of August. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
And a mega congratulations to the Fluffy One, who got a spankingly fantastic B (no, not a bee Mother Fluff) for her A Level results. *Imagine a smiley here, dancing victoriously*
10:57 am
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Nuns in a protest - Hilarious!. Should I be working on such a project (which of course I'm not - ahem), I couldn't be prouder to be associated with a film that had nuns protesting on site. It would be like a small personal achievement - one of those things to do before you're 30. Get protested at by nuns. Class.
4:48 pm
Saturday, August 13, 2005
I had a dream last night that I went into a little shop and bought a Kit Kat with marshmallow in it, and another Kit Kat with Turkish Delight in it.
Get on with it, Nestle.
9:22 am
Friday, August 12, 2005
For the last three evenings, I thought I was a victim of hallucinations brought about by too much work.
Wednesday evening, when driving home from the studio, my eye was caught by something unusual. One of the trees near the road looked like it had smoke coming off of it - like maybe there was a fire at its base. How odd, thought I. But then the next tree had the same thing. And the next. And the next. Definitely not smoke. But it had the same effect - a grey whisty (is that a word? it is now) smoke like substance - streaming up from the leaves of the trees. Bizarre. I put it down to the fact that I'd been entering invoices for 11 hours and that my eyes were undoubtedly feeling the strain of staring at a computer screen so long.
But then I noticed it Thursday night - again feeling quite disconcerted about it. But again - a long day staring at the computer screen.
Tonight, I spotted it again - fluid grey smoky strands drifting upwards. Unable to cope with the mystery I pulled over. I stared at the tree in question. The strands were definitely there - it wasn't just my eyes playing funny with the light.
Suddenly the mystery of nature seemed to peek at me - was it a new phenomena. Maybe an aura or something outlandishly improbably like that?
I got out of my car and moved closer to the tree. The closer I got the more sure I was it would disappear. But it didn't. So I got closer. And closer. And then finally I was close enough to see what it was.
Midgies.
Bloody midgies.
Thousands of the little bastards, bouncing around the air above the trees in weird little strand like formations.
Mystery of nature? Pah. Bloody midgies.
Did get me thinking though. In the 25 years of my existence, I've never once seen that. Is this a new thing? Have any of you lot seen that before? How can I have gone 25 years and never noticed it. Weird. Guess there's always something new to discover. Even if it is just the behavioural patterns of sodding midgies.
6:56 pm
Thursday, August 11, 2005
New job is going ok so far. Blurred vision from staring at the blasted computer screen all day, but it's all easy enough.
Troll-Girl seems manageable, but is indeed as unpleasant as they come. Goods news is she's more whiney bitchy than vicious bitchy - and whiney bitchy you can ignore. She does that thing of making a bitchy comment as well, that you can't really tell is her being bitchy - you know, put downs in a jokey fashion. Best retaliation to this is to join in on the joke - as long as your laughing by the end of the exchange she doesn't feel like she's made any progress.
The bitchiness I cope with - her laziness may be what causes me to chuck a calculator at her head in the near future. After spending the morning repeatedly whining as to how busy and over worked she was, she preceded to spend most the afternoon gossiping on the phone. That's gonna get irritating real quick.
Ooh, and I get a photo ID card - snazzy!
No messenger yet for those of you I normally whitter on with during the day - alas, I may never really be able to take advantage of chatting. We'll see.
6:16 am
Monday, August 08, 2005
Our oven is evil.
It works with two temperatures. Zero. And 300'C.
It has a particular hatred for fish and for burgers. Dare you put either in there for more than 10 minutes and it will produce what I fondly refer to as fucking-bastard-acid-smoke. The sole purpose of fucking-bastard-acid-smoke is to make you go blind. Nothing stings as bad as that shit. I'm serving a lone piece of fish onto a plate, full on tears streaming down my cheeks. The fucking-bastard-acid-smoke is like chopping onions to the power of 666 (Yes, it's THAT evil).
I'm just going to have to fry everything and get fat.
6:49 pm
So, how've I been keeping busy whilst the Chees'm is jaunting around Edinburgh?
Well, up until the weekend it was mostly junk food and a distinct lack of household cleanliness. However, effort is slowly being made to become self-sufficient and self-entertaining. An older play got a bit of a rewrite, and the prep for next thing is pretty much finished now. The next thing is a bit of a task - it's been working up a while, and there's a lot of material already, which I find slows things down tremendously - however, usually the end result is better. Birthday Greetings was written pretty much over a weekend after having the idea earlier that week - and while the play is enjoyable and fun, its lack of development does show. Problem is, after they've been written it takes a long time before you can come back to them and have the required fiddle. So perhaps, in the long run, that process is even slower. We'll see. It's an important one this next one - and the issues are too serious for me to just shimmy over them. It could either be the best thing I've written, or the worst. Again, we'll see.
Also there was some movie rental mania. (Blockbuster's 3 for 2 offer is gonna be majorly exploited this month). Alexander = snoooooooooooooooooze. My God was that movie dull. And Alexander was more whiney all star high school quarterback than son of Zeus. Terrible performance from Colin Farrell there. The Prince & Me = yes, I know I shoud've known better, but there's a crap sentimental slush part of me that loves cutesy romantic comedies. For God's Sake, I love "Ever After" - even with it's shitty accents. It's got Dougray Scott in it - it'll do. But anyway, Prince & Me is the lowest of the low for crappy romantic comedy, and not ever Julia (10 Things I Hate About You) Stiles could save it. Ah well.
Redeeming rental of the week though goes to Hotel Rwanda. This movie is a must must must see - if not just so you get a damned important history lesson about the crapness that is western society, then just watch it for the brilliant performances and the amazing true story that it concerns. Subtly and beautifully done.
I've also been trying to do DIY Yoga. I.e. have crappy Geri Halliwell tape and try copying it rather than forking out money and time at local gym. Yes, it's slow. Yes, it's annoying listening to Geri butt into the Yoga Lady's instructions, but hell - it's better than not doing it at all. And since Chees'm isn't around to point and laugh as I get stuck in stupid positions, now is the perfect time.
Mind you, my free time is going to be majorly snipped as of Wednesday - new job time. Big studio stuff, with me probably dealing with the Art Department invoices only. And if that sounds easy, you should see how many invoices those buggers troop out on a movie this size. Anyway - it'll be good for me to try out this environment. Plus it's only a short contract. Mind you, inside sources have already told me there's an utter Troll-Girl working, who apparently already hates me. Cause I'm new. And cause of the boss I've been working for. Riiiiiiiight. Bitch alert on high then. Anyway - there's another guy there she also hates - so we can team up and eat lunch together while the others glare at us. Oooh, it'll be like being back at school. Excellent.
6:22 pm
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Ooh, the guy who played the phone sex guy in the latest episode of "Extras" (actor by the name of John Kirk), is the same actor who played Joe in "Keeping Annabelle" when it was done at Soho. And very good he was too.
8:34 pm
In signing off mode now for the July show - so here are some of my favourite pics to summarise:
Keeping Annabelle
  
Waking
  
Birthday Greetings, Bottle of Wine
  
Also, that job that I didn't get a month or so ago, I now actually have gotten back today, which is good cause the current job only has a couple of weeks left in it. It's only on a month by month basis, but as this job proved these things do tend to drag out. It's gonna be all monotonous and soul destroying work - but it's a big studio movie, which always looks good on the CV - people are more willing to hire you if they know you're willing to sell your soul to work. Meheh. Start there next Wednesday.
Still missing the Chees'm. Dammit, it's annoying being co-dependant sometimes.
9:42 am
Monday, August 01, 2005
It's been a weird weekend. Entire range of emotions bundled together. Saturday morning mostly featured worry due to the very last minute drop out of a cast member due to illness. As parts to drop went, Scarlett was the easiest to replace, and Rachael Hilton stepped up to the job. If anyone was going to be able to learn a part in a day it's her = but it certainly did not help the nerves. After many hours of performance anxiety I was relieved to finally get to the theatre. The show was really great - but unfortunately I never quite relaxed. Not sure why - could well be because there were three different plays, the nerves built back up for each one. I totally forgot myself last year for Technically Speaking, which was really nice - but it didn't happen straight away, it took a few scenes. Also the atmosphere was notably different - I may be wrong, but I reckoned the audience was twice as much for Technically Speaking, and I was conscious of this throughout. I feel bad for the cast when the audience isn't what it should be - and the only reason it was like that was cause of one silly bint at the theatre who couldn't be arsed doing the press for the show. So that was a shame. But those we did have seemed to enjoy themselves - and that's the important thing. Keeping Annabelle went down well and warmed everyone up nicely. Waking was beautifully done, though Tom's lack of finesse with his lines was evident. But it was nice to see some real chemistry between the actors. Rachael of course rocked the house. Birthday Greetings was a pleasure to watch - the guys seemed like they were having so much fun, and I think that's what I always aim for. And Rachael (after ONE day of rehearsal) was brilliant. I have noticed a weakness in a way I write though - a lot of my stuff is dialogue orientated, and has a certain... rythym to it. If a line gets dropped (and in amdram this is inevitable), the scene falters and takes a while to pick up again. I'm not sure it's a problem I can fix though. Ah well.
Anyway, rest of the evening was quite lovely - chatted to lots of people I haven't seen in a while. Unfortunate thing about events like that is you never quite get to chat to people properly. Had some lovely sentiments from the cast (and a pretty prezzie - heh), and had lots of lovely drinks. Bonus.
And then there was Sunday - putting the Chees'm on a train to Edinburgh and driving a lonely journey home. Back here now in London I feel rather deflated. I face the most boring month ever - even Bron is pissing off for the whole month to America. (Tut).
Mind you, I'm sure I'll keep myself busy, but it's a bit of a come down after all the activity of the last few months. I suppose things have to stop at some point.
Anyway - thanks to those of you that came on Saturday, and sorry if I didn;t chat to you all as thoroughly as I would've liked to. I'm off to find some maudlin music to listen to and feel sorry for myself.
6:54 am
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