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Mon, 07 Jan 2008 19:54:04 GMT

Examz initz.

Shitz.

Am gonna failz dude.

(hours of revision reduces my language skills to chav-induced mush)

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 21:36:33 GMT

It's Christmas Day at last, meaning Voyage of the Damned has been aired. We've all had some turkey and cooed over Ben being stuck in Ruislip and now the family is settling down to wartch Sally Webster beat the shit out of her slut of a daughter on Corrie. Yes. Guess what, I actually enjoyed the christmas special, so as an excuse to use my new laptop I'm going to write a review.

The major question is, what's the deal on Astrid, love or hate? Well, I really, really liked her. Unlike Rose and Martha she was written incredibly well and she actually seemed 3D, or was that the way Kylie played her? Fifteen minutes in and I'm already waiting to see where her and the Doctor are going, what they will be seeing and who they will be meeting. Okay, so the idea that he's going to snog another female character (and it looks the same in the series four preview, Doctor and Donna? Please) is getting incredibly tiresome and from the off I'm not looking forward to it, its officially the worst ratings grabber ever in Doctor Who and Rust tends to over-use it a bit, however I actually thought it was something that was well done and came across as sweet once it came round to it.

Anyway, lets concentrate on the beginning of the story as it's not everyday you can mend an antique TARDIS by fiddling with a few levers and buttons. That was that cliffhanger killed, fab. But really, I actually liked this episode for it's plot from the off. The idea that he'd simply crashed into a cruise that was experiancing other world cultures was great, fantastic even. I loved the characters, especially as they were so cliched. You've got the annoyingly snobby and posh guy, the blithering old man with the dodgy past, the podgy but lovely couple competition winners who get stick from the higher class passengers, the tiny cyborg with the annoying name and the waitress with dreams herself. Annoying much? But great for Doctor Who, especially as the CGI was really spiffing. I'm not kidding, the angels made me laugh for being so stupid but heh, well done to The Mill! They've done worse, much worse, but they really learnt some good stuff this year.

Honestly, the chemistry between the Doctor and Astrid was good, great even. I loved how she asked to go with him, and he said yes with a lovely smile. Woah, how great! I wanted them to go off and have adventures simply for Astrid's own spunky attitude and her happiness at being on Earth (lol at London being desserted, I was there on Christmas Eve and it definatly wasn't) but that would've been way too perfect for the next series, no matter how sweet and fluffy they would've been. Astrid for the new companion, Donna can bugger off, I want a spunky Australian to control my Saturday nights!

But oh no, she died eventually. As did the rest of the Doctor's entourage - "Who the hell are you?" "I'm [blah blah blah useless yet impressive info] and I'm the Doctor, so follow me bitches!" so good old Tennant gets to do a bit of slow motion camera work and pyrotecnics, phwoar. Extremely James Bond, it was hot, very hot, although not too sure on the superman action as he crashes through the bridge (Oh the lad on the bridge, he was so lovely young, I wanted to take him home and feed him Christmas pudding) but he made up for it by calling Buckingham Palace and then steering the Titanic well clear of Earth. Blow job faces all round for that shot (picture spam later).

All in all I loved it. I've missed Tennant at his best and Christmas specials are always great seeing him in action on his lonesome. I loved Kylie too, a lot! It was the best special yet, that's official. I give it a five out of five.

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 11:43:11 GMT

I'm off to London from the 23rd to the 24th and then it's Christmas! I guess I won't be online for a while, as I'm going away to see a wanderful boy in a wanderful city (all of my own nonetheless). I'll be back with pictures of the capital during the feastive season in the new year.

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 11:19:37 GMT

The big, bad, general list of things to do with my life this Christmas:

1) Finish Media evaluation
2) Revise for Psychology Exams [Memory & Attachment]

. Bowlby's Maternal Deprivation Hypthesis/Stages of Attachment
. Innate Programming/Conditioning/Lorenz
. All Key Studies
. Eyewitness Testimony
. Structure of Memory/Forgetting in STM & LTM

3) Read The Tempest and make notes
4) Read 1984 and make chapter notes
5) Look up notes on Rawlins VLE for General Studies
6) Christmas Shopping [23rdDec]
7) Buy London train tickets [£26]
8) Christmas Photography

. Find digital camera
. Buy fridge magnets
. Buy new batteries
. Self portraits
. Set up scrapbook account

9) Tidy bedroom/sort out drawers and wardrobe
10) Put up all posters/scraps of paper from desk
11) Clear out computer files

. Clear all music/place in iTunes file
. Put all old pictures on disk
. Sort out Photobucket accounts
. Put Photoshop on disk
. Buy domain [HoldFirenetwork]

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 15:31:04 GMT

My one remaining Grandad found out today that he has terminal stomach cancer and has six to twelve months to live.

Gee, thankyou God. Times like these I really close up and refuse to talk about it, I did when my other Grandad died. I'm okay, I can deal with it with a little time but my parents... no way. I really need go out tonight when my Mum tells my Dad. Waiting for my Mum to get off the phone so I can call people.

Ugh bugger. I'm really not looking forward to sitting through this. I hate death, I hate everyone being sad and I can't stand funerals.

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 10:38:00 GMT

It lives! Welcome to the new, and official Apache Outlaw video for the song Everybody Do The Bopp. This baby has taken three months of production, planning and editing to finally be finished.

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 16:52:26 GMT

Terms and Expressions

tuls Basically slut spelt backwards. Used to describe oneself when one has gotten extremely drunk at any social event and done something in any way sluttish.'tuls' can only be used by the person who achieved the sluttish behaviour; "I was a complete tuls, I can't believe it."

foods "Going for foods." or "Foods now." Used frequently on MSN when you have to go for dinner very quickly.

leg-end Brutal slicing of the term 'legend' which means someone is 'cool', 'hip' or just a really, really good mate. 'leg-end' is the opposite of this meaning someone is literally the end of a leg.

lol at you Term developed from the internet culture and slotted into everyday conversation. Used when someone has done something twattish, bordering on pathetic in conversation; "And I was like, lol at you."

I know I can't always win...

Thu, 22 Mar 2007 20:11:48 GMT

*Le sigh*

I'm not into this new who stuff. I really am not. I can't be arsed to catch up with all the new news, mainly because they'll be these fanatic Martha lovers. Just no. No shipping... nooo!

Everytime a Martha/Ten fic is written you kill a little of my inner shipper.

You bastards.

*weeps* Bring back Rose/Ten. Or... oh just... stop screwing with the characters! Depth, depth, depth! As a Media student, and of course with in interest in television and written for television scripts... deeeeeeeeeepth.

=(

Butch Walker - My Way makes me a little happier.

*sniff*

Media assignment? What Media assignment?

Wed, 21 Mar 2007 10:18:35 GMT

Taking the day off today, I nearly died during last lesson yesterday. I felt terrible during lunch and was coming out in a cold sweat during Media. Phil tried to persuade me not to go to work as aparently I was really hot and looked awful, but hey, I really need the money. Hence forth I'm actually taking a full day off today, as weekends just don't happen for me and the only time I want to have a break it'll have to be during the week. Ah well, I'm only missing General Studies and double Psychology. I'll happily get the notes from today's lessons and revise tonight for what I miss.

Anyway, I'm trying to finish my Performing Arts coursework that is so late it isn't funny. Then I've got to contact Loughborough Town Hall and e-mail someone at De Montford for information. God, I really hate Performing Arts. Oh yes, and I have a Media brief to do.

I've booked one of the school camera for the weekend so I'm going to be doing some filming and playing to hopefully get a good grip on using the cameras. Yesterday's filming was a disaster. I hate working with the group I have, they all want to talk back, and then getting people to take part in our film was awful. Thank god for Sam! There's nothing like a year thirteen student with five years experiance of Media to help!

I think I'm going to go downstairs to geta drink and some painkillers as I have another headache from doom coming to attack me. The cat has just been meowing at the door for ten minutes and now she's just come in and sat in my bedroom window to smear up the glass. Lovely.

Will update some more later. Work to do!

You mean, I nearly died because of five lighters, a pen and some eyeliner?

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 19:30:00 GMT

Oh holey moley. Today has been rather odd, I think it helped that Mike and Lucci weren't around being all "we're a new couple *snog, snog* mmm I looove you *fondle*" which helps me not to sit there and be parenoid about my own seven month old relationship (aww yeah, eat that bitches). But this new year ten/eleven (no idea what year, I know she's not post-16) girl keeps trying to chat Phil up and is always hanging around and trying to talk to him. Phil thinks it's hillarious that I hate her, and mine and Lucci's "yes the sex was amazing last night" rather loud conversation in front of her at lunch was extremely funny. I don't think he understands that anything that shows attraction to my boyfriend, I automatically want to murder, it's just girl instinct. That and I have the period from hell right now with killer cramps of doom thrown in. Yey, happy time of the month everyone.

That's one thing I'm glad about using birth control pills for, less period of impending doomness (even though yesterday I cried when I spilt a tiny spot of water on the floor...) and less cramps of doom too. Still a bitch, the Mars milkshake during my Psychology revision made me happier. As well as a rather positive day with Phil. Much more chilling after last week's "aaarrgh stop being you." conversation where he sits there and does that guilty face, and I feel awful. Ah boys and PMT don't mix.

Went town after school today for much needed school supplies, lighters and a liquid eyeliner. Nearly got killed by winds of the antartic. What the hell? I'd love to die by some freak weather accident but not because I just needed some eyeliner and a bloody pen thanks. Also, just because I felt like a nice girlfriend and went and spent 50p on five lighters (one of which I will use to burn stuff tonight because I'm a little arsonist) when I don't even smoke. Bloody weather.

Well revision and coursework time. Wooop...

School work ramble, feel free to ignore.

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 17:01:02 GMT

So, slow news day anyone? Emma Watson may be leaving. Why? Because according to the News of the World she feels she is being typecast. Lolz. I had to laugh, look at Daniel people. Who happens to be playing a psychopath in a west end play currently? Uhm, does Harry Potter involve nudity and dead horses? Nope.

But anyways. This weekend has been kind of quiet apart from the usual family crap. Haven't seen Phil at all this weekend, even though I got a quick phone call when my back pocket decided to ring him. That's another few quid my phone has wasted. Ah well. Mother's Day was crap as usual even though I spent money I couldn't afford on my Mother, again this year. I'm trying to save up for Uni, pay for a Download ticket and London. Ugh. I've also got to pay £13 for my Psychology resit. The bastards.

That's a point, I really should revise soon. I'm thinking about just making an appearance for my morning lesson of Media to get a good plan on Tuesday's double down. We may be working through lunchtime on this 'trailer' just to get enough peices of filming for people who want to create different styles in their editing. I think we all kind of noted that in the examples of work we watched, all of the trailers were samey and boring. It's like they'd all agreed that they had to use the same bit of film. Boring. Ah well, I haven't really got my trailer down in my mind yet. It's Performing Arts coursework, Psychology revision and then Media. The thing is, I know I can pass Media easily, all the information just comes to me like that, sure I have to think about it, but it's so easily to put down exactly what to say. Mr Roberts was looking through my work last week and thought it was amazing.

Aaah full steam ahead on the coursework boat!

I've actually updated, twice in one week - what the hell is wrong with me?

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 19:10:40 GMT

I'm updating, god I'm even going to comment some of my friends' posts and do some coursework.

Today was an improvement on yesterday, which felt like I'd gone through the emotional washing machine and then been hung out to dry, topped off nicely by a trawl around my friends list to links on discussion of sculpting of a girl's... private areas which cheered me up. It's good to know women can be open about this sort of thing on the internet. As someone who's just become sexually active and now bothers about those things, it interested me greatly.

So, what's this about youtube and no top gear? I missed the last episode of the series and feel really bad that I haven't actually had a chance to watch it, mainly because my mother taped Shaun the Sheep over it and that it aparently was the highest rated show since the return of Hammond. Damn. It's a shame that Shaun really is cute. Well in this case Timmy, which my mother has got me hooked on due my hormones going crazy over cuteness:

Monday again? This week just gets shorter and shorter!

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 16:19:24 GMT

Ahhh feeling a little bit better today. Lots of stuff going on at school which makes me remember what it was like to be a year ten. I feel sorry for my good friend Jack, he really is the best person I've ever met in the park when ever so slightly drunk. Lots of stuff is a bit poop right now, good thing I've got a buzz cut.

I am Hildegarde Honoria Ventureoak, the average youngest daughter of a noble middle-class mixed-blood family. I am average in height and well-proportioned, with dyed-crimson hair buzz-cut to the barest hint of fuzz on my head and deep green eyes, possessing a stingy nature and innate Metamorphmagus powers. I'm a first-year Gryffindor, excelling in flying and barely scraping by in Herbology. In my spare time, I like to sleep, and when I graduate from Hogwarts, I want to create new spells and charms.

Who are you at Hogwarts?

Stolen from dawniky

Hangover Sunday... Uck

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 12:53:49 GMT

Oh parents.

Yes, I'm now officially 17. However, I still feel about... 5.

I had a good week and everything, my birthday meal was great last night. There are loads of stuff I would love to mention but I'm too tired right now, there's too much of it, and I've got other things to rant about. Okay, obviously Phil stayed round last night and yes, we left things. I left my room in a mess because we had to go out and deliver my papers, then I dropped Phil off at the bus stop and went home with the full intention of clearing out my room, putting everything away and just relaxing. I love to clean really, I like making sure things aren't messy in my room.

But oh no.

My Mum and Dad have gone and tidied my room while I'm out. WTF? Why?! I get moaned at 24/7 that I'm not responsible enough and all this complete crap about how I can't tidy up after myself - when my Mum does it for me! I'm terribly angry about the fact they've gone through my stuff again and then lectured me about stuff I don't even want to mention. They've bad-mouthed Phil for just leaving when I told him to go because I didn't want him going through my things etc. It's my privacy I want. I have no personal space here, it's barging in when I'm half dressed and no knocking, going through my things to make my room look 'nice' and all of this bollocks. Not leaving things for me to do myself, as I said to my Dad, my room is my responsibiliy!

Blah blah blah. Why do I get this? Because aparently it's my Mum's house, she pays the mortgage so she can go potter around my room. Fuck her.

*stresses*

Btw, I feel like shit today XO

Monday babble, so not a decent entry.

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 16:56:16 GMT

Plans for this evening:

Eat something, drink a cup of tea and read some of The Calm Before The Storm before getting on as much of my Performing Arts skills development as much as possible. Text Phil the 18 mark psychology question before bedtime and then try and sleep.

Today has been extremely strange. I can't wait until Saturday, quality time with Phil which is going to be great. Good oppertunity to talk to him about things without him being drunk or whatever. He's very hot and cold right now. We're both sure on he loves me, he's got a few problem expressing it and everything and I'm getting pissy about it. I cannot wait to just have quality time to spend alone with him and talk/sleep/be together. Phew.

Today was odd. Yes I smoked again. Lucci and Mike are going out... crazy... crazy stuff. Didn't help by the fact that I took totally the wrong route around the school today and bumped into them snogging. Then went in the wrong direction to find Phil at the end of break and they were together again. This is too freaky. This stuff was just so much easier to ignore when I didn't see Mike at school at all. It just bothers me so much because I act so stupidly when he's around. I go all nervous and act over the top with my 'yes I'm so over you blah blah' vibe. Blimey, I'm there around him with my boyfriend of six months - can't I just act normally?

Another thing I noticed is that I've always tried to subconciously block Mike and whatever girlfriend of the month out of my line of view. It's so hard when it's Lucci because I want to speak to her and am used to her being alone. Holey moley. I need chocolate, a good romcom and some thinking time. *le sigh*

First love's are just so difficult to get rid of!

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 17:27:37 GMT

I hate Sundays so much in this house.

I'm trying my hardest to finish this Media piece for tomorrow when I've got my Dad moaning at me and my brother thinking he's fucking God's gift. What the hell? Okay I've got an attitude because my Dad is a bastard, a lazy bastard who is just.... arrgh. He's always putting me down and making me feel like crap. I went to take Phil and Lucci to the bus stop last night because Phil had been sick and puked up blood, then had a panic attack so couldn't walk straight. I of course was worried so I walked him there. I was five minutes late back to where my Dad was going to pick me up and I would've texted him, in fact I was texting him to say I was late when he sent me a sarcastic one again. So I got in the care and I got a lecture about how am I selfish cow.

My brother thinks he can copy me being mardy. I'm a fucking teenager. I'm nearly 17. I'm self harmer and a manic depressive. I'm allowed to be pissed off about being ordered to do things because my parents cant be arsed. I hate that a year ago they were moaning because I didn't have a job, I now have a job and they still moan.

I'm so pissed off about living here. Sunday is always make Mel cry day. I just can't work anywhere! I shut the door to get some peace earlier because my brother kept being a twat and chucking balls at me and got called inconsiderate,

ARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!

Cover your eyes, this entry is emo.

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 12:07:48 GMT

How am I feeling right now? Very depressed.

I can't help feeling like this, it seems to happen every few months where I become incredibly down for about a week and then start looking on the bright side again. There's nothing I can do except just grit my teeth and get on with it. I'm pretty sure it's the birthday blues. I'm 17 next week and what have I done in a year... nothing! I'm not even going out on my birthday, there be the possibility of going out clubbin in Leicester but I don't know. I had a very strange dream about being killed and all this other stuff while at a party. It was very gruesome.

As for my really off blog entry on myspace and changing everything 'in a relationship' to 'single' this morning. I'm decisive. This stuff that I have on my mind is crippling. I went to bed quite early last night and got up quite late this morning, and I'm still not over it. I don't know how I'm going to act tonight. How do you tell someone you've been going out with for six months that you really don't think you love them anymore?

Here I am again. People changing and becoming prats. As if I'm not over the last one. But thank god he's not on the same bastard level as the last - in fact he's probably oblivious, and that's the problem.

As for my 'friendship' with Mike (something I haven't been bothered about to discuss for months). Well, I finally put my finger on what I feel about it last week. I'm wary of him. I don't hate him (well some days) and I don't like him. It's good to remember the good times but I still think he's a complete bastard and don't trust him as far as I can throw him. God, it took me a whole year to figure that out.

Dammit. I miss people. I miss messing around in the forest during the summer.

I hate you Spring.

PC(fucking)Rawlins strikes again!

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 16:57:52 GMT

I just joined skinsfansbecause I'm cool like that.

PC Rawlins banned the E4 Skins website because it contained adult content. Wth? I WAS using the site for Media coursework you bastards!

*goes to right click skins icons*

Also, Recovery made my cry like I baby for thirty minutes of my life.

Top Gear made me giggle.

I LOVE Sunday night TV.

Took enough time!

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 19:45:53 GMT

Yes, yes, yes!

My Media treatment/general plot is finally coming together!

Set-up
Using a very modern look on Britain and its underlying ‘common’ cultures, 16-year-old Liam struggles to understand why he isn’t like the other boys on his estate. His only real friend being his little sister who pities him rather than helps him in his problematic lack of popularity; Liam would much rather spend an evening in surfing the internet, reading science-fiction novels and planning his route to his next comic book convention than spend five minutes in the nightly-chaos of the Ryedale Estate.
Violent acts of anti-social behaviour including corner shop robberies, theft, window breaking, graffiti and even makeshift fire pits litter the streets of the estate where it’s considered a necessity to have an ASBO. A troublesome and feared group of youths self-named the Dales prowl the pavements after sunset, ready and waiting for a whiff of a pensioner to pounce on and mug. Lead by the headstrong and abusive Tyler Scott, the Dales not only strut along the streets of the Ryedale estate, but also the corridors of the failing Deffryn high school too.
Liam’s world is suddenly turned upside down one day when Tyler’s stunning girlfriend Keeley takes an interest in him and all Liam can do is ponder on why, when he isn’t exactly the most handsome boy around. Things come to a head when Tyler, in a fit of jealously, challenges Liam to a fight for Keeley on the estate green. Riddled with nerves and worry, Liam turns to his chain-smoking, alcoholic mother for help.
Thus, following his mother’s wise yet perhaps cryptic advice, with some sort of miracle and his own brains, he wins the fight and becomes the new leader of the Dales. Soon, he finds the Dales members falling at his feet and willing to do anything for him, even his laundry. He then discovers the underground world of how every kid is exactly the same (even if they have a distinct taste for Burberry and feel the urge to add ‘innit’ on the end of every sentence), they all have the same worries, cares and problems, thus all relying on one person to idol and follow, their idol now being Liam!
Getting the girl and changing the way the Ryedale estate works has never been easier, Liam learns that perhaps you don’t have to change to be popular, because when you give people a bit of time and patience, you may find you have a little in common.

Plot Point I
My first plot point takes place in the fifth scene where Keeley suddenly takes an interest in Liam. I wanted to make this scene realistic and also comical, because of this, my script is more drama based yet has some comical values underlying in it. Examples of this can be seen in my plans to have a Maths teacher who has a distinct passion for Drama rather than Maths. I will hopefully be able to use how she speaks to add comical value, such as choosing that her words be finely pronounced, and her action to be very out-spoken and ‘over-dramatic’. This character is loosely based on Mrs Parry from the play Teechers by John Godber.
This will hopefully draw the watcher away from the rather ‘unusual’ event of Keeley’s interest in Liam, or to deem it more acceptable. I have chosen to use this method of writing because I feel that, from experience, it doesn’t seem acceptable for someone rather popular to be interested in the class ‘geek’. However, this is how I have chosen to set up my story. Also, I have chosen to write a drama-based piece with circumstantial comedy included. One of the main points of my piece is the fact that Keeley’s interest, thoughts and feelings do change, and we also get an insight into Keeley’s world too. Because of her interest in Liam, she becomes involved in the plot and also sets the wheels in motion for the final event, or the confrontation, which is the fight between Liam and Tyler.
The confrontation happens when Tyler arranges a time and place for a fight to take place with Liam. This is because Keeley is Tyler’s girlfriend, and he is very possessive of her. He may in fact abuse her and not treat her correctly, but this only makes Liam and Keeley’s new friendship stronger, she has now found someone to confide in with her problems, start changing her views on the world and her actions with example of how Liam lives his own life. Liam’s character gives her the inspiration to change the person she has become, creating another one of the many morals I hope to include in my script.
Because of Liam and Keeley’s blossoming friendship, Tyler becomes extremely jealous of Liam and ends up challenging him to a fight on the estate green, leading to my second plot point.

Development
My two plot points are developed through a number of ‘emotional’ or ‘quiet’ scenes. These scenes are generally used as a step back from the rhythm or theme of my script and are essentially a look into other sides of my characters. An example of this is my planned scenes between Liam and his Mother where she hands over some important advice on his upcoming fight with Tyler. Found slumped over the kitchen table, helping herself to a bottle of Jack Daniels, she shows her more passionate and caring side (perhaps with the help of alcohol) by bonding with her son. Something that is rather rare within her character. At the beginning of my script, I have also added evidence of her change in character, she is already starting to think about how she treats both her son and daughter, building the platform of my planned ‘advice’ scene.
Soon, the whole family is trying to pitch in ideas and are actually giving him support. This is unusual in Liam’s background as he is the sort of character that has been distanced from his family. He is already there to listen to his parents and holds no amount of hatred or bitterness for them but he does feel like an outsider rather than a part of the family. This is one of the key points in my script. It links two extremely important parts of my plot together and gives my characters much more depth. I hope this will give the audience time to relate to my creations.

Plot Point II
My second plot point is the fight between Liam and Tyler. I have chosen this as a plot point because this is where everything changes. Keeley’s newfound interest in Liam in the first plot point is influential in some changes starting to happen. Most notably how more people pay attention to him because of the level of Keeley’s popularity. However, the fight between Tyler and Liam is, in comparison, much more influential because of how everything starts to change afterwards.
It begins with Tyler’s jealousy of Liam now Keeley is interested in him. Tyler feels threatened by Liam; henceforth he results in almost bullying Liam to scare him off. When brought up in a violence-orientated environment, it is where Tyler feels he must turn, to get what he wants. He normally orders one of the Dales, usually Wiggy, to do his ‘dirty work’. But, with the high level of threat that comes with someone getting too friendly with his girlfriend, he feels he must take matters into his own hands, thus resulting in arranging a fight with Liam.
When Liam receives the note “3 o’clock, the green” he panics, especially when everyone seems to be telling him that Tyler is out for his blood. He’s especially afraid because Tyler has already threatened him about being too close to Keeley and he’s ignored him. He must then turn to his Mother for advice, giving the viewer a look into how his family must pull together. I suppose that before, Liam has little respect for his family as his Mother has no job and his Father is a reckless drunk. His sister is really his closest family at this point.
With the threat of Tyler and his group of friends, Liam asks his family for advice. This adds to an important theme I feel essential to show in my piece. I’d like my script to be focused on the morals of family life, the second plot point helps draw Liam’s Father, Mother and sister together. This outlines a family unit, perhaps dysfunctional and not the best example, but none-the-less a family. I hold this idea close to my heart because my script has gradually become a plethora of morals, generally about making the audience sit up and think about themselves, I hope to achieve this with my second plot point and it’s consequences.

So I had a dream...

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 13:28:47 GMT

I had the weirdest dream last night!

Basically, I remember being at school, but it was a mixture of Rawlins and Burleigh. Lucci was really pissed off about something and started a fire on Barrow slabs (for you people which have no clue what that is about, Barrow slabs a field with a concrete path down the middle which links two villages together, Quorn, where Rawlins is, and Barrow Upon Soar) and set alight the whole village. However, the fire also spread to Loughborough and set alight some houses which are very near where I live. I remember being freaked out that my house could catch fire for a lot of the dream.

No one was really bothered that Lucci had started the fire as it was only really myself, Phil and Nick who were around. Then a firefighter came and told us that all of Barrow was on fire, we could see a whole row of houses burning from one of the science room windows, and Phil's house was one of them. His parents had died in the fire and all his possessions were gone.

We suddenly ended up at my house and in the computer room, it was night-time and my Dad was with us. Some firefighter told us that all of the fires were out and it was okay to go to sleep now. Phil just sat in the living room watching cartoons, I remember asking him if he was okay and he said he wasn't bothered that his parents were dead. Yikes!

Then the firefighters started putting up huge pylons and turning them on. They put one right at the bottom of our garden. I have no idea why, I think it was to scare the fires! I'm no kidding when I say these pylons were huge, they were massive! And then... I woke up to Phil asking me what was wrong because I'd aparently been shaking in my sleep. Freaky stuff.

Also I watched Hollyoaks this morning and discovered Becca was dead! Wtf? I thought she was getting out of prison because Justin confessed? And then... Jessica might have HIV? Okay... the C4 forums tell me that Becca was stabbed to death on her release date. Oh, you bastards! I was totally sobbing over that storyline and then you go and kill her before she gets to be with her baby again. You evil writers you.

But, on other news. I've been going out with Phil for six months err... yesterday. I have to say I've chosen the right guy, he totally makes me smile and everything *sigh*.

In case you were wandering, here is the face to the name :)

Fri, 23 Feb 2007 22:02:23 GMT

God I fucking hate Media assignments. This script writing assessment is taking me so fucking long to complete! I'm down to my final edit of my treatment which includes cutting a lot of my essay (because I've realised how essential it is to limit your words) down and changing a few setances. My problem is I really have elaborate ideas about my script idea and just want to include everything. Like how it has moral values and how it's all about making people sit up and think about their lives.

*le sigh* I am so awful at this.

I've taken out my whole crap about target audience and camera techniques and putting them under 'extended research'. This is supposed to be an assessment that is heavily researched. I didn't include enough in my powerpoint presentation so I totally failed on that part (it was done in about an hour). But hey, my whole treatment is looking better and feeling better. I don't feel so paranoid about having about five pages ahead of everyone else! I can't fucking wait for my shower in about 30 mins. I still smell of food from work and I just to fall into bed. No work tomorrow! Just paper delivery and then some coursework before I go shopping. Oh yes.

But, for the next assignment we have to work in groups and chose one to film. Ugh. I hate this, I really, really hate this. You know why? Because everyone else takes over and doesn't give me a chance. *Le sigh*

I'm off.

Dizee Rascal anyone?

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 21:16:19 GMT

Just found out there's no school tomorrow. Bonus for me!

God, I really should start reading those Raw Releases when they come out. I swear this all because my form tutor fucks off every five minutes because of her dodgy voice and we never have a real tutor to take our registration.

Well, I have two choices on what I want to do tomorrow. Homework or shopping? Hmmn. I really, really should be doing the homework as I am very, very behind on Media right now and am in a mad rush to get this script finished (ugh, I have a double on Tuesday) and then concentrate on not only my Psychology but then do my General Studies essay. Okay, I wish I hadn't spent this half-term working and sleeping now.

I really should finish reading The Seventh Horcrux and get on with some work right? I swear it's like reading book seven in disguise, this is totally getting a rec.

In other news, I watched Primeval yesterday and decided it was bearable for Saturday night viewing. Okay, I really really miss My Doctor/Rose fix on a Saturday evening but you can't deny an S-Club 7 Hannah getting naked. Therefore I have a new icon. I tried to make some icons yesterday but the amount of interest in the show on LJ is a bit crap really. But hey, I licked the picture a lot and wanted it for an icon.

Another short entry again, these things are getting terrible. I'll probably be back at the end of the week to actually write a bloody good entry for once!

EDIT I'm just going to take this moment to moan about how much I fucking hate writing scripts! This is the worst, and I mean THE worst assessment I have ever had to do. I have the vision of how I want everything to look in my head, but when I get it down in script format it just looks totally bollocks. Ugh!. I've never hated a piece of work I've created as much as I do this one!

SCENE 1. INT. Liam’s Room – early evening

LIAM is an average ‘geeky’ boy, he is in his mid-teens, currently sitting at his desk ordering his comic collection alphabetically. a flickering lamp brings little light to the cluttered room showing discarded books, an unmade bed, papers and dissembled playstation controllers.

He quickly flicks through a random comic and a piece of paper falls onto his lap. It reads, with terrible spelling mistakes: “3 o’clock at the green.”.

Liam:

(frowns at the piece of paper) I wander what category this would go under, organised crime, near-death experiences or god-awful grammar?

Lorrainne (Liam’s mum): (O.O.V)

(Shouting) Liam! Liam! Get down here! Your Dad’s gone for a piddle in the washing basket again!

raising an eyebrow at his closed bedroom door, liam tacks the paper to his wall.

Liam:

Perhaps miscellaneous.

He reaches forward, glances over the catagorised comics and turns off his lamp, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Evil, foul, loathesome thing! I can't stand it at all, it just gets worse and worse as I continue writing, and it needs extremely heavy editing as I've had to change formats atleast twice. Damn you BBC, damn you and your influence on Media BTEC students! You realise people work for years in script writing formats, studying succesful television to achieve the sort of talent you require?

*shakes fist*

This was so long it wasn't funny.

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 13:21:56 GMT

1. Where was your last makeout session?
Phil's room.

2. Who knows a secret or two about you?
Hmmmn, to be honest I only trust Phil and Jemma with all my secrets. Oh, and Kurt!

3. Three words to explain why you last threw up?
Vertigo, get it every few months and it makes me feel like crap.

4. Did you ever burn yourself?
I have a scar from where I was burnt with a frying pan by my grandad when I was about six. It was an accident, honest.

5. What's crazy to you?
Scenesters and little fake kids. Wtf? What's cool about your Primark beads and groovy New Look top?

6. Favorite cuss word:
Bollocks, most definatly. Someone used it during my drama exam and I haven't stopped using it since.

7. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
Everyone at my old school, people at work. As I said to Dave the other day, I don't give a shit. I know a lot of it is bollocks so it doesnt affect me really. *has strong views on this stuff*

8. Who is your hero?
Hmmmn, Cassie from Skins. I'm totally falling in love with her character! She's crazy and misunderstood, I really do get those "You're mad" looks sometimes.

9. Would you ever want to be a model?
Hahahahaha. Firstly, I'm way too fat and secondly, I don't care for crappy fashion, do you guys watch Ten Years Younger? The stuff she dresses women in is pure crap.

10. Who is the most experimental person you know?
I'd say Zoe. Even though I win the prize for having the cooler clothes right now :D

11. Do you tell white lies?
Yup, especially for Media. There's a reason I got out of my last double.

12. When is your next party?
God knows. Probably my birthday, I doubt anyone will come anyway.

13. Who do you want to be with right now?
Some old friends, hanging out tonight like we used to.

14. Is it better to give or get?
Give and get. I don't like getting things and then not giving things in return.

15. How do you handle a break up?
It depends how much I care for the person. If I ended up single now my whole world would practically fall apart.

16. Your motivation for tomorrow?
Haircut and possibly Phil staying the night.

17. Last person to really hurt you?
Lucci bit me really hard, that bruise stayed for weeks!

18. Last person to make you laugh?
Jemma on Tuesday when those chavs were yapping on about me disrespecting the army because I had a camo jacket on. She looked so scared crapless and hung on to her Morrisons doughnuts for dear life. Gotta love her.

19. Last thing you ate?
My lunch, which I'm eating right now. Quite slowly.

20. Do you ever go a few days without changing your underwear?
Never. I have seriously never worn my underwear for more than one day.

21. Have you ever accidentally eaten an insect?
No... but Matt chucked rice into my drink last night, does that count?

22. Do daddy long legs freak you out?
Yes! The bane of existance. I usually make Piper eat them.

23. Have you ever cleaned up someone else's vomit?
Nope, it makes me feel awful. I have to leave it to other people.

24. Have you ever dropped food on the floor and eaten it?
Years ago.

25. Do you kiss your pets on the mouth?
Of course!

26. Would you ever have sex in a public bathroom?
No comment...

27. What serial killer do you find most disturbing?
Hmmmn, the guy who killed Holly and Jessica. I don't understand it... oh and the people who killed Adam Morrell which was practically on my doorstep. Now that was a very scary year as I went to school with the killers.

28. Do you ever talk to the TV?
I told Scuzz to fuck off this morning because they were playing Good Charlottle again.

29. Would you ever work in a retirement home?
Noooo! I'll leave that to my Mum thanks.

30. Do you believe plants have feelings?
Uhmmm... no. I abuse plants too much to believe they have feelings.

31. Do you laugh at people with "bowl" haircuts?
Yes, I laugh at people with stupidly short fringes.

32. Do you have nervous twitches?
I stutter when I'm explaining something I'm passionate about and stumble over my words when I'm talking to big crowds.

33. Have you ever purposely been irritating?
Hell yes.

34. If you could fly, where would you go first?
America, I want to go play in the snow there right now.

35. Do you have weak knees?
Only before big exams, I fell down a flight of stairs once.

36. Do you think Americans can do good British accents?
Sometimes, it's quite amusing.

37. You have a strong accent?
Aparently, aparently I also talk posh but I don't believe that one.

38. How old are your pets?
Young, we're surrounded by loads of little cats.

39. Do you find rodents scary or cute?
Scary.

40. Do you like Ozzy Osborne?
He annoys me. I like Kelly and Jack though. Also hate Sharon.

41. When was the last time you got lost?
Birmingham?

42. Do you like your current job right now?
It's okay, lots of work and good money. I hate the bitching at work though, it's pathetic.

43. Does anyone know your password to your myspace?
Probably.

44. What was the last thing you ordered at McDonald's?
A Fanta on the way home on Wednesday.

45. Are you an emotional person?
Very, especially when drunk.

46. Do you like your name?
Sometimes. I hate how people think I'm called Meleanie.

47. When was the last time you shaved?
Wednesday, Oh yeeeah.

50. Do you dance naked in your room at night?
Never, I can't find any decent music to dance to, damn you Scuzz! *shakes fist*

51. When did your last relationship end?
*thinks*... About eight months ago? I've been with Phil for about six months now, so I haven't been a singleton for a while, don't worry.

52. What are you listening to right now?
Listen - Beyonce, I just like power ballads okay.

53. Biggest fear?
Dark pathways.

54. Single?
Nope.

55. How long have you been a myspacer?
Yonks. I don't use it much anymore though.

56. Favorite place to be?
In my bed, asleep.

57. What are you wearing right now (name everything)?
Socks, skinnies, skull belt, nightmare top, hoodie, bra and random necklace.

58. Do you hate anybody?
Russel Brand.

59. Does anyone hate you?
Loads of people.

60. How many people do you trust fully?
Two or three.

61. Last concert you went to?
Charity gig at Rawlins, was crap.

62. Favorite store?
Insanity atm.

63. Do you miss anybody right now?
Phil a bit.

64. Do you have any tattoos?
Nope, might get one when I'm 18.

65. Can you lace a shoe?
I hope so....

66. What's your favorite feature about yourself?
Eyes, I hate everything else.

67. Favorite shoes?
I've re-discovered my love for my black converse.

68. Have you ever cried in public?
Loads of times.

69.Why?
Loads and loads. I'm teh emo obviously.

70. Have you ever been in love?
A few times.

71. Worst feeling ever?
Paranoia.

72. Best feeling ever?
Love.

73. Funniest friend?
Jemma, and then Jack.

74. Friend who you'd call for anything?
Jemma.

75. Friend you'd kill/die for?
Loads.

76. Friend you've known longest?
Katie-anne.

77. Friend you miss the most?
Zoe and everyone. Just don't see them at all.

78. Friend you saw most recently?
Zoe, at work.

79. Friend you wish you saw more of?
See above.

80. Friend you talk to the most?
Jemma.

81. Friend you see almost everyday?
Phil/Nick/Max/Jack/Lucci

82. What are you listening to NOW?
Beyonce still, must change it.

83. How are you feeling?
Bored, sick of this quiz now.

84. Are you in school?
Not currently, thank god.

85. Have you ever been outside the USA?
I'm not in it yet... Ugh.

86. Righty or lefty?
Righty. I'm ghey.

87. Favorite thing(s) to do?
Draw, read, write, play with photoshop, go to Phil's, go for walk. Loaaads of things.

88. If you could have anything what would it be?
A nicer bed room so I can just hang out in it all day.

89. Are you scared of the dark?
Not really.

90. Now or later?
Later.

91. When I say shotgun, you say?
Tosser.

92. Do you let the girl pay?
Yes, but she paid me with euro's.

93. Who do you want to see right now?
Katie-anne.

94. Morning or night person?
Night, mornings hate me.

95. Favourite colour?
Green.

96. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
Four?

97. love or lust?
Both.

98. Do you like the holidays?
Sometimes boring, but the alone time is good.

99. Via hiptop?
... Yeah... yeah...

100. What time is it?
13.20.

You mean it's half-term? What's that?

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:16:28 GMT

It's okay, I am still alive.

The last few weeks have been a bit hectic, it's even half-term and I haven't even stopped. It seems to be a case of I go to school/social meeting/whatever and then to work and then cycle (yes, cycle) home and collapse. I'm totally knackered! Even on a Sunday I can't just relax because I've got my parents barking orders at me and moaning that I do nothing around the house. It's driving me fucking insane. Yeah, I agree with doing some things to help but it's getting a bit pathetic when you're shouted at for really small things.

Like just now, my Mum has just told me sarcastically that my jacket has been next to the computer for nearly a week. She couldn't have just asked me nicely to take it to my room, oh no, she's got to be narky at me. Seriously, when my Dad gets home tonight I'll be told off for coming downstairs and coming on the internet to get on with some work (and write some journal entries) and not helping my Mum clean. For christ's sake, I've been trying to relax and sleep all morning as I'm quite a stresshead right now, and of course, this is supposed to be a holiday for me to calm down after the past term.

Ugh. This stuff drives me mad. I missed the first ten minutes of Life on Mars on Tuesday because my Dad was shouting at me for coming home and sitting on the sofa (forget that I'd cycled home and done a night's shift on a job that takes twice the work) and then, god forbid, having dinner. Hence forth I got really worked up and upset about it because he did his pathetic lecturing about complete shit that I haven't done around the house.

*headonkeyboard* I'm just constantly stressed all the time because of this. I don't have any space at home anymore. This just adds the whole health worry I've got right now. You know, the one I was going to tell my Mum about this morning but she got all arsey at me instead so I gave up. *Sigh* I just need the confidence to go to the doctor's on my own. Actually I could do with not being so paranoid!

Okay, I'm off to go update a bit of

afterfanfic, clean my shoes and get ready for work tonight. Oh joy of joy. And I wish Rich Text wasn't being so gay right now...

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:23:16 GMT

Okay so being as it's Friday and I'm not out acting like a typical teenager, snogging boys and chucking up in dustbins, I have a wrap-up of the past week:

Overall rating of the week
5/10 I have had better

Best part of the week
Daniel Radcliffe's naked torso, Chesus's reaction in Media to said pictures and my headteacher falling asleep during my presentation.

Worst part of the week
Work/school/stress/blah/Zoe's party/Female Transport rehearsals

Most romantic part of the week
Phil's rose on Thursday. It was plastic and I'd been upset that everyone had one beforehand, but he wins marks for cuteness in giving it to me

Conversation of the week
The innudendo about Harry Potter and sex this afternoon: "Oh he'll be asking you to fill up his goblet of fire with your sweet magic soon..."

Announcement of the week
Deathly Hallows release date wins hands down!

Picture of the week

Like obviously! Thankyou Mugglenet.

Quote(s) of the week
"Phil, it's not a bloody SLOT MACHINE!" (Long story involving my cleavage and spare change)

"Do it like a Lady!"    "Err... Err" (Kim and I in the back at work singing)

"Well... do something so it doesn't look like a bloody wine holder from Asda..."      "Somerfield!" (Ollie and P.Arts teacher in another fight about props)

Song of the week
Kiss the Girl - Ashley Tisdale (must stop listening to disney pop, have repuation to uphold)

Site of the week
time_and_chips  has kept me SANE this week.

Black Books quote of the week
Bernard: I went to the chemist to get some Fizzy-Good.
Fran: Some what?
Bernard: You know, some Fizzy-Good, Fizzy-Good-Make-Feel-Nice.
Fran: Oh, Alka-Seltzer.

God... I need my bed. You guys have fun with this!