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[Jan. 9th, 2005|09:09 pm] |
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| | interpol : leif erikson (zane lowe live session) | ] |
OMG Deany's moved out, and Wendykins from work is moving in.
Everythings changing, but in a good way.
Maybe I will get a new journal and be very angry about not knowing if this one is still being spied on.
I still have hundreds of years of paid account left on this one too.
Mamma Jammer. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2005|12:08 pm] |
I can't update this properly, for fear of Deany reading this.
But everything is really mixed up.
Christmas and New Years sucked.
Stuff is weird.
Some stuff is really weird.
I am annoyed I cannot write more. |
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[Dec. 18th, 2004|02:46 pm] |
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( pictures ) |
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[Dec. 18th, 2004|12:34 pm] |
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I went out drinking at 4pm with Alex last night, and I woke up at 12am passed out on my couch with Amelie music on the DVD playing over and over. Me and Alex were both dribbling and I couldnt find one of my trainers. White wine no no.
INTERPOL IN ABOUT 7 HOURS!"!£"$@$£@£@"$"£@$!"$ |
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[Dec. 17th, 2004|09:30 am] |
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| | interpol in my head | ] |
interpol tomorrow!!!"!£"!$£!~
and my dad is giving us a lift, so no stressy horrid motorway driving!
I've had my hair cut. It's very short.
I wanted it cut like ( this )
but the hairdresser fucked it up, so I cut it again when I got home, and now it looks more like that picture. I'll get some batteries for my camera today and take some pictures when I get a chance. It's fit though, and really short. Apart from the two long bits at the side.
I've been in the Learning Centre this morning since 8.25 am. To beat the 'printer rush'. Seeing as its the last day for everyone in the whole UNI to hand any work in, theres always a queue about a mile long, especially for the colour printer which I needed today. So I got everything printed out, my animation Production Bible is now 40 pages long.
So now, off to Production Design to be blagged into next year.
Here's hoping Deany isn't reading this, after going on a hacking website to get tips on how to hack into my Livejournal. Yayyyyyy! |
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[Dec. 17th, 2004|08:37 am] |
Well, lets look on the bright side.
At least Deany hacked into my account and confronted me about what I wrote!!
Yayyyy!! |
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[Dec. 16th, 2004|04:22 pm] |
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help me.
I'm totally and utterly head over heels in love with Davyd from work.
I think I want to dump Deany.
And move out.
Ugh.
I'm fucking confused.
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[Dec. 13th, 2004|03:27 pm] |
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OMG some guy just fell over his chair really badly after getting his bag tangled in the chair leg. I'm finding it really really fucking hard to not laugh out loud. |
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[Dec. 13th, 2004|02:46 pm] |
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OK, so my research report is boring me. I'm going to type up the final installation of my Paris trip. Even though I went there on November 4th or something. Ha.
The day of my birthday.
( Monday )
And here are the ( Pictures! )
There's only one more to go after this, so I wont be clogging up your friends page for much longer.
It's mostly for my own benefit. |
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[Dec. 13th, 2004|01:57 pm] |
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Alex's housemate has fallen out with her. So Alex has a spare ticket for the NME tour (futureheads, bloc party, killers, kaiser chiefs). I think I might have dibs on it, although its not set in stone. So I'm not holding my breath. But still, that would fucking 'are oh see kay' [r.o.c.k]. I'm waiting for her to come out of her exam, and then we're getting some food. I am starving. I have had a tracker bar today.
I'm doing my 2500 word research report (on production design in 'Seven'). It's too big. I havent hardly got onto the second theme of decay and corrosion and already I'm at 2400 words. And I'm nowhere near the conclusion. I don't even know what my conclusion would be.
I worked 7am-11am this morning. It was tiring. We got a massive delivery of 80+ of these massive red crates, which was shoddy. My back is hurting now. Then me and Sue cleaned, and made a Top 5 list of fanciable people at Virgin. Mine was
5: T shirt girl (I dont know her name)
4: Tom (new stockroom boy with extremely curly big hair and glasses)
3: Natasha (new girl with pink hair)
2: James S (he has a Polish last name that I can't spell. He is enigmatic. I like him.)
1: Davyd (the love of my life haha. I was sad he wasn't working today.)
Then I realised I had left Callum off (the youngish guy thats really stand offish who had a fight with the guy from the Rapture), so I relegated T-shirt girl and moved Callum to No. 2.
I work hard at Virgin, honestly.
I go now.
i ♥ slow motion! |
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[Dec. 10th, 2004|01:36 pm] |
Production Design sucks my fucking cunt. I fucking hate it. Over the last three weeks we've been doing these 'mini projects', a music video project, a sci-fi project, and a personal script project.
Q:Do these count towards our final assessment?
A:No.
Q:So is there any point in spending 7 hours every week making/gluing/sketching for these projects?
A:No.
We now have two parts of the fucking 4 part assessment to be in...next Friday. When we only got told about it today (well, me Bee and Sarah did, seeing as we weren't here last week). So we basically had to drill it into the teachers head (who got way too fucking argumentative and menstrual about it), that we all had our deadlines agreed with the head of year and SPACED OUT so we weren't totally fucking stressing over getting all our work done. It's fucking gay.
One of the parts of the assessment is to complete this sketchbook full of things we've ripped out of magazines that interest us. I did loads in a big folder last year, which I then left in this girls car at the end of the year. She handed it into our tutor, fair enough. I find out that we're going to need the folder, so I go and ask for it today, assuming he hasn't thrown a massive leather portfolio case in the bin. But it appears he has. Totally fucking unhelpful.
'Can I look for it in the office?'
'*sigh* go on then, but I don't know where it is...when did you leave it here, last year??? *sigh* well, how am I supposed to know where it is?'
Well, its hardly fucking inconspicuous Steve, its a fucking bigger-than-A3 black leather portfolio with a fucking jockoff massive black handle, I think you'd remember if it was in your office.
'Well, what are you wanting it now for?'
Well, our retard teacher has just informed us that we're going to be needing it, but don't worry, I'll start it all over from scratch, thanks for throwing it away/not helping/not wanting to help!!!! Much Love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I fucking hate my course. I wish I'd gone to York to do the Theatre & Film degree. At least there the tutors seemed encouraging and didn't totally knock you down everytime you said you wanted to do something. All the tutors on this course seem to take too much delight in telling you you're rubbish, or your ideas are shit, or you don't have a clue what you're doing, because they never take the time to tell you.
Our Production Design tutor had no clue that we all had different deadlines that were agreed on, she just thought she could make her own deadline up for us (thus giving us two weeks to complete two parts of this assessment). Not all of us in the class have deadlines next Friday, but me and Bee have to hand in our Research Project, our Learning Agreement, and I have to finish making my shitty coffee advert for animation, and complete and hand in the Production Bible (as if that doesn't tell you how much work it should contain).
Fucking nightmare. It doesn't help that I'm on my fucking period and I seriously have whacked out serotonin levels that make my mind think horrible suicidal thoughts every second I'm not doing something. It's fucking exhausting me having to keep busy and trying to leave this fucking nagging depression behind me. What a fucking shit day. |
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[Dec. 8th, 2004|12:10 pm] |
The heating was on in my mums house when I went to sleep, and then Deany opened the window so my throat is now fucked. I can't cough/hack anything up, it's a dry tickly annoying cough.
Today we had a lecture from this guy called Theo from the film school. We watched some short films and talked a bit and then we went. We really don't watch enough films on our course. The animation I wanted to work on is getting commissioned, I think. Wow. And the animation that me and Bee worked on last year is getting sent to some film festivals in London, which is wicked.
I have another Paris entry to do, with more pictures. It will be the last one. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2004|02:09 pm] |
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| | king jammy : dub it in the dancehall dub | ] |
Listening to dub does not, as one would expect, slow down the working process. It makes one relaxed enough to enjoy the music, but also propels one along to finish said work.
Neat-0 |
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[Dec. 6th, 2004|12:10 pm] |
I feel really grotesque today. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2004|11:10 pm] |
So I'm getting depressed at the fact that I totally cannot fucking figure out how to use Flash.
And the fact that I have to make a fucking advert on Flash on Thursday.
And I have no time to do it.
Although I suppose I could use all day Tuesday learning it.
Flash is gay.
Animation is gay.
Friday night was not gay.
I'm going to bed soon, so here it is in bullet points.
* Me, Bee, Deany and Gav went out
* But first Bee and Gav came round to ours and had some beers
* Well, me and Bee had icy peach shots out of frozen blue glasses
* We caught the bus to town, it smelt of rotting food and piss
* We went to the Packhorse
* Deany and Gav went to the shop to buy cigarettes
(I still haven't had one, three weeks yesterday!)
* Me and Bee bought 3 vodka mudshakes each
* We all chatted
* Me and Bee picked 5 songs each on the jukbox for £1!!!
* Amongst the tunes we picked were:
_me: the police, blur, smiths
_bee: the killers, smiths, bob marley
* We got three more bottles each
* We larfed, and chatted more
* We absconded to star
* Me and Bee realised we had drunk too much too fast
* We really needed to vomit
* We got to star
* It was crap because they didn't play Interpol
* Me and Bee got water to drink
* Bee was sick
* I couldn't make myself sick
* We sat on the steps and chatted
* I pretended I'd stolen Deany's phone, not knowing Bee was simultaeneously playing the same trick on Gav
* Deany got scared and spilt beer all over his pants
* We got a taxi to Hyde Park
* We went to Baraka, a Turkish cafe
* Bee got naan bread and hoummous for £1.50
* Deany got a coffee
* We bought a shisha for £4.50 and had apple tobacco in it
* Gav got a big sandwich
* I had a can of coke
* We all smoked the shisha until our eyelids were drooping
* Then we smoked it some more and Deany got a pizza
* There were some people playing tambourines
* And one person playing a large bongo
* We walked home
* We went to bed (seperately of course)
* I had a lovely long chilled out sleep because of the 'winding down'
( photos )
The end
I have a lot to write about in regards to the court case and me narrowly escaping a criminal record for fraud, and a prison sentence. But that's all in next weeks episode. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2004|04:53 pm] |
I had my animation tutorial. It was good, a bit boring. My tutor is so mousy; sometimes I think I'm talking too fast or too loud or maybe both. I'm going to meet Richard now in the train station. I'm going to sit on the hard chairs and read Nylon and not smoke a cigarette! It's been nearly three weeks now! And all cravings have gone completely. And now I am ultra-holier-than-thou by extreme-coughing® every time Richard lights up. Ha!
I have to finish my animatic for my animation class tomorrow. If I finish court in time, I may not go. She's expecting me not to go anyway. I might have some pickled onions when I get in. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2004|02:43 pm] |
Does anyone watch 'What the Butler Saw' on Channel 4?
And did anyone watch the American Wife Swap last night? |
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[Dec. 1st, 2004|01:16 pm] |
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I forgot that I never finished writing about my trip to Paris. So here I go. Last day I talked about was...Saturday, so....
( Sunday )
( Pictures ) |
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