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Wednesday September 9 2009 Studylink rides a pale horse [ ] [ mood | cranky ] [ music | Sing Sing Sing - Benny Goodman ] Studylink, thou hast slay'n me. Today, I received from you two letters; one requesting more information regarding my financial status to ensure that not a penny is overpaid to my allowance this year, and one encouraging me to start my application for next years allowance. Is this what real life is like? Say it ain't so! I find that it's very often the ironic occurrences that move me the most into either action or deep frustration. If something is so absurd as to strike me as both infuriating and hilarious, that's when it stings the most. If it can't make me laugh, it won't make me cry, so to speak. Therefore, I have hereby enclosed for release to you indefinitely -  and to replace the last set which you lost - , the deed to my house, my aunts house, my fathers house and the deed to my Swiss Bungalow (purchased specially on your request). My birth certificate, my high school diploma, a copy of my drivers license, three examples of proof of residence including the CCTV footage recorded from inside my home and all my bank account and credit card details including pin numbers and security codes (all signed, stamped and dated by an approved Justice of the Peace). You will also find enclosed all the payslips from all my previous employers over the last ten years and a detailed criminal background check on each of them and their immediate families, a swab of the inside of my cheek for DNA testing and of course, my soul. I look forward to receiving my $150. 2

Friday September 4 2009 Goings about and such [ ] [ mood | energetic ] [ music | The radio... playing at the moment is Wonderwall by Oasis. Not my fault. ] I'm now a fairly decent seven days into mid-semester break, and what do I have to show for it? Well, I have the memory (which will probably never leave me) of Jennifer and I, knees drawn up under two umbrellas, unable to see more than three meters through the torrent while biggish lakes ran into each other on our picnic blanket. I have about 150 of 2000 potential words saved on my computer, and an email sent to two of my university professors asking if it's acceptable to hand in a typewritten essay. I have sat in the front seat of Hailey's new car, white-knuckling the dashboard as she surged up and down her driveway in alternating first and reverse gear at a surprisingly terrifying 20/kph. I have nearly a full new wardrobe to replace my paint-stricken previous one. I have a promise from Nick to pump up my bicycle tyres which has not yet been fulfilled. Leaving out the details of a reasonably successful tea party and finally having seen Casablanca, none of that really seems like anything at all. I do, however, have a meeting for costume hands working on the musical 'Tommy' this coming Sunday, and immediately after am going to The Manor to meet with a girl who I'm shooting a corset party for on the eleventh. Hopefully after that, the promises of my first free week will come away looking a little more fulfilled.

Wednesday September 2 2009 Sorry, Livejournal [ ] [ mood | excited ] [ music | Radio, not sure of the song that's playing at the moment ] Livejournal, I miss you!! I know I haven't been here as much as I could be, and I know that I've been other places instead, with other blogs. I wont deny this, I'm sorry for it! We both know the main reason I haven't been around... Twitter. It's not that I prefer Twitter over you, it just has something different, that you can't offer. Younger, faster, easier... but it also doesn't give me that mental workout that I get from you. So, I'm sorry Livejournal, and I hope I'll be around more.

Wednesday August 12 2009 Art School Unconventional [ ] [ music | Born in the U.S.A - Bruce Springsteen ] I'm beginning to think I'm much too much of a cynic for art school. Preferably, I would call it being a realist, but cynicism's a factor, no question. I just have a problem taking anyone seriously who lectures in other faculty's theatres asking 'Why does art have to look good? Hmm? Why does it have to look nice? Why can't we earn our living doing even less than what is already expected of us?'. Today I saw the worst exhibition I could ever have imagined, and I'm well into the process of doubting my place in this dystopian institute. The pretension here reeks savagely. I think it's time to act like children and tag the Mondrian building. But they would probably just call it art and give us scholarships.

Tuesday August 11 2009 [ ] [ music | That would be telling... ] This is actually a good one. See if you can guess what the song is! Part of the title still even came through in the translation, so I've starred it out. 1. Randomly pick a song from your music library. 2. Find the lyrics for the first four verses/chorus 3. Go to Google translation and translate the lyrics from English into German. 4. Take the new German lyrics and translate them into French. 5. Take the new French lyrics and translate them into English. 6. Post the NEW English lyrics and have people guess the original song. "Oh, it is still difficult Life with what you do to me aha Oh, my dreams are always strange Let me tell you what I see Oh, I see a man on the back Indeed, his eyes are red as the sun And a girl in the corner nobody ignore Because she believes it is passion Oh, yes, he was like a flash, everything was scary And the music was reassuring, and they all started Parting Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah And the man on his back, "said Each attack, and in a ballroom of flash And the girl in the corner, said Young people, I want to warn you, it is in a ballroom of the flash ******* Ballroom flash, the flash Ballroom"

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