Sunday, 1 April 2012
America, here I come
Monday, 26 March 2012
Hunger Games!!!
Loved it. Kinda
Yep, I saw the Hunger Games. It was quite good, but not OMG-I-FREAKING-LOVE-IT good. Just, you know, good. (Yep, the postcard is random, but I got it whilst waiting for my friends in front of the cinema. I think it's cool. I just love quotes. Quotes are cool. I so want to build a quote wall, but I need to find a load of pain non-treated card postcards (pretty specific, hun?) so, it you know where I could find some them tell me. And yes, I'm going more into holding things, but I just can't draw lately. And yes, this is becoming once a week, and I should really get into the main part of the blog, becasue this is more end stuff. I'm so sorry if this is boring.)
So I saw the Hunger Games movie. We actually went on the day it came out (then what took you so long to blog. A: GCSE's. Gosh, I have so much homework Y:... A: Moving on). I actually went to the dentist first and got in a bit of a fight with her. Not going over why, but it was a draw.
So I saw the movie at 5: something. It was really good. Not as good as I hoped it would be, but it's true(-ish) to the book, and it shows some things they'd need for the sequel and my favorite bit was with Seneca Crane, towards the end. I know, probably not the best, but it was so good. I'm totally not going to put any spoilers here. It fits in the story, both in the book and movie, and the roses made me go Alice in Wonderland (not related), but kinda. For people who didn't work it out (ie, me) he's the guy with the awesome beard. I just love his beard. It's cool, I could write a blog about the beard, well probably not.
Also the way they treat Rue is just so perfect. I cried a few tears, just gentle, caused by both by the flowers and also what happened after. It was just so beautifully done, and kept to the story, but was still unique.
But, tbh, it wasn't amazing. It seemed a bit slow in places, especially at the start (or was that just me?) and ALL of my favorite lines were missing, and scenes, and they made the ending... THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!!! Well, it was, kinda, but no, it wasn't. I don't know. Your opinions. ?
But that was my second date. Poor guy never finished the book, so he missed all the awesomeness and eugh... They missed the mutations near the end (well, ok they were there, but not the omg-so shocking, just normal muts) and the part that made me cry in the hospital with Peeta (come on, you can't really tell, well, you can. Sorry) and Stay Alive. They missed Stay Alive!!! I loved Stay Alive. Perfect Katniss though. Loved her. Jennifer Lawrence did such an amazing job, and she's still young, but totally felt like Katniss to me.
And... Ok, too much relationship moi blogs. I'll stop.
Dr Who. Sometime soon. I hope. I need to.
Oh, and I love eyes open by Taylor Swift. Disappointed that none of the songs from district 12 or beyond made it in, but whatever. It's like Almost Alice with the Alice and Wonderland movie right?
So I saw the Hunger Games movie. We actually went on the day it came out (then what took you so long to blog. A: GCSE's. Gosh, I have so much homework Y:... A: Moving on). I actually went to the dentist first and got in a bit of a fight with her. Not going over why, but it was a draw.
So I saw the movie at 5: something. It was really good. Not as good as I hoped it would be, but it's true(-ish) to the book, and it shows some things they'd need for the sequel and my favorite bit was with Seneca Crane, towards the end. I know, probably not the best, but it was so good. I'm totally not going to put any spoilers here. It fits in the story, both in the book and movie, and the roses made me go Alice in Wonderland (not related), but kinda. For people who didn't work it out (ie, me) he's the guy with the awesome beard. I just love his beard. It's cool, I could write a blog about the beard, well probably not.
Also the way they treat Rue is just so perfect. I cried a few tears, just gentle, caused by both by the flowers and also what happened after. It was just so beautifully done, and kept to the story, but was still unique.
But, tbh, it wasn't amazing. It seemed a bit slow in places, especially at the start (or was that just me?) and ALL of my favorite lines were missing, and scenes, and they made the ending... THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED!!! Well, it was, kinda, but no, it wasn't. I don't know. Your opinions. ?
But that was my second date. Poor guy never finished the book, so he missed all the awesomeness and eugh... They missed the mutations near the end (well, ok they were there, but not the omg-so shocking, just normal muts) and the part that made me cry in the hospital with Peeta (come on, you can't really tell, well, you can. Sorry) and Stay Alive. They missed Stay Alive!!! I loved Stay Alive. Perfect Katniss though. Loved her. Jennifer Lawrence did such an amazing job, and she's still young, but totally felt like Katniss to me.
And... Ok, too much relationship moi blogs. I'll stop.
Dr Who. Sometime soon. I hope. I need to.
Oh, and I love eyes open by Taylor Swift. Disappointed that none of the songs from district 12 or beyond made it in, but whatever. It's like Almost Alice with the Alice and Wonderland movie right?
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
The 21st Centaury is when everything changes
That’s the famous quote from BBC’s Torchwood. And you know what, they’re right. But not because of the aliens, or the end of the world. The 21st Century is when a man can become world famous almost over night, with just a few clicks. We’ve all seen the power of the internet. It brings us talking dogs, our favourite songs, instant movies. It lets us talk to someone hundreds of miles away. But recently, people have begun to truly harness the power of the internet. This Christmas just past, a practical unknown got to number 4 on the official Christmas day charts. Alex Day, aka Nerimon, has gathered over the past 6 years has around 500,000 subscribers on YouTube. He made chart history by encouraging them to by his single “Forever Yours” and became the first unsigned artist in the top 40.
In London and other major cities in the UK, riots were organised on Twitter and Facebook, leading to losses of £100 million in London alone. These surely would have not been possible a mere 10 years ago, back when no one had ever even heard of Facebook or YouTube, when Twitter wouldn’t even exist for another four years. Yet now many of us can no longer imagine life without any of these devises.
Of course, like anything, the internet can be used for good and bad, as shown above. The 2011 Arab Spring was defiantly fuelled by the power of social networking sites. People who were too scared to raise their voice before found the freedom to do so by the internet. We can now bring leaders to their knees with the right video, the right status, the right tweet. By the end of this year, we shall truly being to understand the true power of what we’re going through.
The 21st Century is when everything changes
In London and other major cities in the UK, riots were organised on Twitter and Facebook, leading to losses of £100 million in London alone. These surely would have not been possible a mere 10 years ago, back when no one had ever even heard of Facebook or YouTube, when Twitter wouldn’t even exist for another four years. Yet now many of us can no longer imagine life without any of these devises.
Of course, like anything, the internet can be used for good and bad, as shown above. The 2011 Arab Spring was defiantly fuelled by the power of social networking sites. People who were too scared to raise their voice before found the freedom to do so by the internet. We can now bring leaders to their knees with the right video, the right status, the right tweet. By the end of this year, we shall truly being to understand the true power of what we’re going through.
The 21st Century is when everything changes
Saturday, 3 March 2012
no eyeliner, Hunger games, books and a little of my life
... So instead I used nail varnish and pen.
So the infinity symbol I'm just in love with. Because it's clever and meaningful and simple. The butterfly is because I was thinking last night if I ever get a tattoo I might need one with a little colour. And I've just drawn so many butterflies this week because of art and I think they're awesome. Plus, apparently their in fashion.
I realise this is becoming a few random pictures that aren't really related, but my life's becoming interesting. And there's nothing on TV. I finish the Hunger Games though, and I'm so desperate to read the sequel (Catching Fire) but I have to borrow it off my friend who a) lent it to my other friend (I don't care, I can wait) and b) has this weird thing about not bending the spines of books. Now that annoys me. Books are meant to be read and enjoyed, and a side effect of doing that is the fact they get creased spines and a little bit messy (well, in my case, quite a bit messy) but that's a sign it's being read and enjoyed. The last time I burrowed a book from her I got so scared a tiny crease will appear so I never read it. But I did manage to find it in a charist shop (Cat among the Pigeons by Julia Golding, the old covers were so beautiful).
Anyway, I loved the hunger games as a book, and I'm super hyped over the movie. 23rd march cna't come fast enough. I've seen the trailer so many times (there's a lot of italic so's this blog) and I have done that thing where you go and look up any blog related to it. Very hunger games obsessed, because it's such a good book, and yeah! Oh, and don't you just love Safe and Sound? It's not Taylor's normal style, but it's more folk/country so more to her roots, which I lvoe. Plus it's kinda depressing and most of my favorite songs are depressing. I'm nto going to say anything about it in case of spoilers, except, well, I struggled to imagine Effie in the book, she ended up looking a lot like Rita Skita to me, just dressed Lady GaGa-ish/ bitchy fashion show way, and admittedly, Elizabeth Banks is not how I imagined her, just to get a proper vimage of her is so helpful and I really hope she'll do a good job. I've seen her in a few movies, and she seemed ok, (I know, aren't I annoying, not talking at all about Peeta (how do you say his name?) or Katniss or Gale or Rue but anyway, I think they're all going to be brilliantly cast.) I'll tell you one thing, I really love the name Katniss now. What do you think?
Oh, and I've been watching way too much what the buck (seen him? No? Go look him up on YouTube now) and, oh, you know I wrote a blog about that guy last week. We're a coulpe now).
So the infinity symbol I'm just in love with. Because it's clever and meaningful and simple. The butterfly is because I was thinking last night if I ever get a tattoo I might need one with a little colour. And I've just drawn so many butterflies this week because of art and I think they're awesome. Plus, apparently their in fashion.
I realise this is becoming a few random pictures that aren't really related, but my life's becoming interesting. And there's nothing on TV. I finish the Hunger Games though, and I'm so desperate to read the sequel (Catching Fire) but I have to borrow it off my friend who a) lent it to my other friend (I don't care, I can wait) and b) has this weird thing about not bending the spines of books. Now that annoys me. Books are meant to be read and enjoyed, and a side effect of doing that is the fact they get creased spines and a little bit messy (well, in my case, quite a bit messy) but that's a sign it's being read and enjoyed. The last time I burrowed a book from her I got so scared a tiny crease will appear so I never read it. But I did manage to find it in a charist shop (Cat among the Pigeons by Julia Golding, the old covers were so beautiful).
Anyway, I loved the hunger games as a book, and I'm super hyped over the movie. 23rd march cna't come fast enough. I've seen the trailer so many times (there's a lot of italic so's this blog) and I have done that thing where you go and look up any blog related to it. Very hunger games obsessed, because it's such a good book, and yeah! Oh, and don't you just love Safe and Sound? It's not Taylor's normal style, but it's more folk/country so more to her roots, which I lvoe. Plus it's kinda depressing and most of my favorite songs are depressing. I'm nto going to say anything about it in case of spoilers, except, well, I struggled to imagine Effie in the book, she ended up looking a lot like Rita Skita to me, just dressed Lady GaGa-ish/ bitchy fashion show way, and admittedly, Elizabeth Banks is not how I imagined her, just to get a proper vimage of her is so helpful and I really hope she'll do a good job. I've seen her in a few movies, and she seemed ok, (I know, aren't I annoying, not talking at all about Peeta (how do you say his name?) or Katniss or Gale or Rue but anyway, I think they're all going to be brilliantly cast.) I'll tell you one thing, I really love the name Katniss now. What do you think?
Oh, and I've been watching way too much what the buck (seen him? No? Go look him up on YouTube now) and, oh, you know I wrote a blog about that guy last week. We're a coulpe now).
Sunday, 26 February 2012
The only exception
Ok, so I know I normally have images I've drawn on my hand, but this bracelet tells a very important story, and to be fair, it does live on my right hand. But, in case you're not satisfied with this, here's something I did earlier this week.
DFTBA is a nerd fighter thing. It means don't forget to be awesome. I don't think anyone should forget that they are awesome, and so should continue to be awesome. It's like live long and prosper.
So, back to the bracelet. It was a Christmas present (not much, but he and his sister also gave me some beyond beautiful earrings I plan to wear to the proms) from an ex, who's also a really good friend. Who, ok, I still have feelings for. I went somewhere today (a friends (not his) house and no, he wasn't there), and I just felt naked without it. I'm so used to it. To me it represents hope and love and kindness and fun and him. And he's just so nice and he makes me smile, and, to be honest, I completely screwed it up. I broke it off the first time, because I hardly knew him and it was just awkward. But now I really know him, and he can always make me smile, and he's funny and nice and we can talk, and I've started to think of him as kind-of sexy.
And one of my friends managed to worm this out of me, and then she told him. The first time he asked me out, through one of his friends, and I said he had to talk to me in person. So now it looks like I'm being a hypocrite, which I totally get, because I should, will (I hope) talk to him myself. I... just screwed it up.
It's not love (I'm 15 for Chips sake), but anyway, love doesn't happen just like that like it does in the movies, I bet, and so, yeah.
I also used to have this rule that I'd never go back out with and ex because if it didn't work the first time it's hardly going to work again, and also my friend (the one who "talked" to him for me) used to be constantly on/off with this guy, and it ruined her friendship with us and everyone was moaning and the guy was left with no friends because of it, and it just didn't work. And I'd never want to get into that. But we just jumped into a relationship (if you can call it that) too early. And now I know where I want to be and I know him and, I know what I want, and I have to do it again. I have to take my own advice and talk to him. I should be very good at this by the time I go to six-form.
(It's like the Paramore song) (did I spell that right?)
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Never perfect-except when it is
You remember last weeks? Well, it's finished.-ish.
Ok, so I said last week I had-or was involved with this really mega problem. Which has now shrunk a load. Let's just say I think I got it right, and it's pretty much ok. But (RANT ALERT) the person who benefited the most from me looking for the truth (apart from possibly me and one other) told me off for looking into it. And whilst I can see that yes, it was private, but the person who "owns" the secret won't keep it to themselves (it's all a HUGE lie anyway) and know I'm sure of the truth I can defend them, but without it, I wouldn't be that good at it.
Also, I went to town today with my friends, and then everyone was talking about troubles with their family. And I'm lucky to have a pretty good family, so I can't complain, and I feel terrible when I want to say something, but I'm worried that if I did then I'd seem really bitchy and mean, so I don't talk. So, I kinda want something amazingly bad to happen to be, just so I can fit in a bit more and feel included. Is that weird? It probably is, but then, I don't know how else to talk and not seem to think I'm better or luckier or richer or whatever than my friends.
DFTBA XXX
Also, I went to town today with my friends, and then everyone was talking about troubles with their family. And I'm lucky to have a pretty good family, so I can't complain, and I feel terrible when I want to say something, but I'm worried that if I did then I'd seem really bitchy and mean, so I don't talk. So, I kinda want something amazingly bad to happen to be, just so I can fit in a bit more and feel included. Is that weird? It probably is, but then, I don't know how else to talk and not seem to think I'm better or luckier or richer or whatever than my friends.
DFTBA XXX
Saturday, 11 February 2012
Truth and Lies
Ok, so a bit different from normal. I want to start this with a quote from "Only the Good Spy Young" by Ally Carter. Please read the series, because it's awesome. I was just thinking about how I was going to blog today, and then I remembered this quote from the end:
"...Don't think of this as me running away, but of me running towards.
" Towards answers. Towards hope. Towards wherever I have to go..."
So, I didn't blog last week because I was packing for Paris. I came back today. And most of it was really fun. I mean we (my friends and I) spent the whole trip in Disneyland Paris going on all of the big rides and having fun and generally being teenagers. Well, we also went up the Eiffel Tower and other stuff, but mainly Disney.
But then this thing happened. I was told something, and it hasn't spoiled my trip, but there's this big chunk of it that is a massive black hole eating away at me whenever I think about it. And it's big, so I'm thinking about it a lot. That's what the knife represents: that feeling eating away at me for knowing about it, and my memory of the trip and my opinions of the people involved, and it's sickening.
I mentioned earlier I went up the Eiffel Tower. That was a big thing for me, because i'm really scared of heights. It's pretty much always been there. I didn't go to the top, but the second floor. Normally, when I'd hear something like this secret, I'd ignore it and hope it goes away. The longing for the closest thing I can get to the truth will still be there, but at least no one would be hurt. But I used to give advice to people about this stuff. And if I'd have had to advice someone in the position I am in now, I'd tell them to dig. So right now, I'm digging. I'm finding all opinions, and looking at what I know, and, it's scary. Because I know people will get hurt, and upset, and I normally try to avoid that. And I still will. But I need the truth. Because there is one person in this situation with a whole load of power, over me, over the other person, and even other another person who doesn't even know about it. And they aren't as delicate around other people as i am, so people could get hurt if they wish it to be so. But if I have the truth, I can stop that, or at least minimize the damage. At least, I hope so.
And really, it's strange to think how one little secret, that I don't even know to be true, can have so much power and potential to hurt, and this control over me. That's what the big lip with the pad lock means. This single secret. I hope I can come back next week and tell you it was all just a joke or a fantasy, but we don't know that. I know some of my friends may read this, and they could probably work out who has the power, if they think hard enough. Part of me hopes they do, another part hopes they don't. Either way, this is me running toward answers, towards tears and pain and anger and fights, and then finally to the Truth.
"...Don't think of this as me running away, but of me running towards.
" Towards answers. Towards hope. Towards wherever I have to go..."
So, I didn't blog last week because I was packing for Paris. I came back today. And most of it was really fun. I mean we (my friends and I) spent the whole trip in Disneyland Paris going on all of the big rides and having fun and generally being teenagers. Well, we also went up the Eiffel Tower and other stuff, but mainly Disney.
But then this thing happened. I was told something, and it hasn't spoiled my trip, but there's this big chunk of it that is a massive black hole eating away at me whenever I think about it. And it's big, so I'm thinking about it a lot. That's what the knife represents: that feeling eating away at me for knowing about it, and my memory of the trip and my opinions of the people involved, and it's sickening.
I mentioned earlier I went up the Eiffel Tower. That was a big thing for me, because i'm really scared of heights. It's pretty much always been there. I didn't go to the top, but the second floor. Normally, when I'd hear something like this secret, I'd ignore it and hope it goes away. The longing for the closest thing I can get to the truth will still be there, but at least no one would be hurt. But I used to give advice to people about this stuff. And if I'd have had to advice someone in the position I am in now, I'd tell them to dig. So right now, I'm digging. I'm finding all opinions, and looking at what I know, and, it's scary. Because I know people will get hurt, and upset, and I normally try to avoid that. And I still will. But I need the truth. Because there is one person in this situation with a whole load of power, over me, over the other person, and even other another person who doesn't even know about it. And they aren't as delicate around other people as i am, so people could get hurt if they wish it to be so. But if I have the truth, I can stop that, or at least minimize the damage. At least, I hope so.
And really, it's strange to think how one little secret, that I don't even know to be true, can have so much power and potential to hurt, and this control over me. That's what the big lip with the pad lock means. This single secret. I hope I can come back next week and tell you it was all just a joke or a fantasy, but we don't know that. I know some of my friends may read this, and they could probably work out who has the power, if they think hard enough. Part of me hopes they do, another part hopes they don't. Either way, this is me running toward answers, towards tears and pain and anger and fights, and then finally to the Truth.
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