Welcome to my cosy little attic. I hope you feel at home. Feel free to navigate. I hope my insanity is catching. Comments are more than welcome.
What's Up (so don't ask)
30/10/04 The Dude left us - RIP
15/03/05 I turn 18... start counting my grey hairs
16/05/05 Last Exam. Forever, I hope.
21/05/05 Jack Johnson Concert - KickAss
25/05/05 I graduate... maybe
07/06/05 Kaz turns 18. About time bro.
I feel like I've really accomplished something... without this site, some of the anon/Anon losers in the chatterbox would never have met and had those wonderful conversations. Just because you've withheld your names doesn't make it any cooler, people... and so what if a guy loves hugh?
Well, I'm on my midterm now, which is a relief. If I did my work, next week wouldn't be as bad as it's going to, but I'm a 'cross the bridge when I reach it' type person. I've survived so far...
The pressure in school these days is to choose a university, a course, a career and a life. I find it so hard to understand how they expect us, at age 16-18, to know what we want to do... and to such an extent that we commit on such a heavy level. The only good news I've heard about this issue was last year, from a guy who came to Career Day (or whatever it was). He said "If you want to make money, sell drugs", which I liked not for the drug thing, but coz it demonstrated what most of the people in the school refuse to believe: money isn't everything. This guy (from career day) had been in a big business, making loads of money, but it gave him a couple mental breakdowns (still slightly apparant) so he quit, and since he's worked in some tiny little outfits (as in jobs, not suits) making diddly shit, but now he's head of some environmental thing. well done, chappy.
So, what am I going to do with my life? não faço a mínima. So, what do I enjoy doing? Um... acting and eating. Who knows, if everything goes my way, I could become an actor and then own a restaurant. Anyone who's seen me cook would die laughing at the thought, but restaurant owners don't need to know how to cook... so anyone who laughs is banned. Or I'll spit in their soup... it's going to be a merry little place, isn't it?
I've been spending some quality time with Livvy, her house, my house. She's got a pretty nice house... it's a protected national landmark. No kidding... but more than that is none of your business. It's all going well, though.
Anyway, as I wrote in my previous, tiny post, I've got my Extended Essay... and I'm rather proud of it. It's quite good, I think... though I got to a point where I could've written 12,000 words on Fight Club... and now Scully thinks I'm like a pregnant woman, noticing Fight Club related things in everything we read. He hasn't even read it, though... pah, calls himself an english teacher...
I don't think I've mentioned yet what the ensemble play is going to be this december. It's called Illyria, by Bryony Lavery, and it's all about civil war and the power of storytelling. I can't really say much more, because Scully made us sign confidentiality contracts and to reveal anything is punishable by death. I have a nice role in it, though. Not a whore this time.
For those with quick wits and too much theatre on the brain, you'll notice that Illyria is by the same playwright as More Light, last year's production. That's because Scully goes through phases... he nearly always does two plays in a row by the same person... He did Midsummer Nights Dream, then The Tempest (Willy Shakespeare...), then he did The Crucible then View From The Bridge (Arthur Miller) and now he's into arty farty Bryony Lavery. It's funny.
Anyway, I think I've written enough for this to be considered a reasonable post, and I only said 'anyway' once. A changed man...
I thought I'd give a quote, just for the fun of the anon people if they've run out of things to say.
Not really a movie, but it's on DVD... let's see who knows it.
"And people tell me Jesus wasn't Jewish... of course he was Jewish! Thirty years old, single, living at home with his parents, come on. Working in his father's business, his mother thought he was God's gift, he's Jewish"
