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[29 Jun 2006|12:12pm] |
( I'm a little too long-winded for my own good )
Anyway, that was just a really long way to say I'm changing LJs. Try and catch my ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) little_red_kite
And now, that quiz which seems to be circulating round everyone's LJs. I don't usually post them, but this one seems to be creepily accurate for something consisting of only 5 questions
| What Your Soul Really Looks Like | 
You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life.
You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.
You believe that people see you as a bit small and insignificant. People pay more attention to you than you think.
Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing.
For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust. |
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| "She needed wide open spaces, room to make her big mistakes" |
[22 Jun 2006|07:28pm] |
[mood|  peaceful]
[music| Dixie Chicks - Wide Open Spaces]
Ahh its been a while. No, actually it hasn't, I just can't think of anything exciting to write about, so I haven't posted. Not that I have anything interesting to say this time round...
I really want to see Phantom of the Opera. And I just saw the kinkiest version of the Point of no Return with one of my favourite stage actresses. In spanish. How much cooler can it get?
I have one more exam to go. ONE. I feel like I should bake a cake or something.
Exams have been...I don't want to jinx it, but I think they're better than I thought they would be. The only ones I've come out of and sworn about have been maths non-calc, physics and triple chemistry today. Every chemistry exam theres been a question at the end, the 'big' calculation. and every time, we all get different answers. I got 0.4M, Mevan got 40M, Ma got 0.01M the list goes on and on. Oh well, one of us is bound to be right. right?
( random bit of interesting news I got in my DAZED email a while ago, about the 'Mosquito' the high pitched noise being used to stop teenagers hanging around shops? )
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[12 Jun 2006|06:00pm] |
I think I get road rage without even being on the road. Sometimes I sit in my room with the window wide open, and the mad beeping makes me depressed. I can hear the pissed off drivers yelling "fuck you!" at each other and it saddens me that people can be so angry at people they don't even know.
I'm not naive. I know that not everything is peachy and happy, its just that its nicer to think that it is. because frankly, the alternative is crap.
Today was lovely. I had the most amazing maths exam, amazing to the point that I was actually smiling and laughing as I was answering it. I had to check the cover a few times to make sure I hadn't been given the foundation paper by mistake. Hopefully this will make up for my abysmal non-calc paper.
And then me, amit and emma were hit on the head with a giant inflatable shark and spider.
I'm happy and its a beautiful day. I hope you're happy too
xx
edit: i didnt realize how difficult it would be to revise for textiles. usually its been pretty easy, but its hard to investigate the fabrics used to make bags if they don't put on labels. now i'm a bit worried because i don't know half of the things on the list. and I have to memorise a piece (well actually 2, but only 1 has to be in detail) of pop art to put on my designs.
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| "because any cow is better than a dead cow, right?" |
[08 Jun 2006|04:59pm] |
I wrote that in my biology exam yesterday. I think a lot of us did. its like our new motto, it should go on a Number 8 ball or something.
( kind of pointless ranting )
I was actually thinking about that this morning. And I'm so glad I did. When I was revising for English Paper 2 this morning I thought about the past paper question about describing the room you're in? And for our actual exam the question was 'Describe yourself'. And with describing you generally have to be as imaginative as possible and think of something that no one else will. So I just did a weird combination of the above rants and the 'describe your room' things I thought of (the rooms in your head). But I'm so so lucky that we got such an open question and that I was thinking of things this morning. And I'm very very proud of myself because I think that may have been one of the best pieces of writing I've ever done, and definately the best English exam I've ever done. And the last I will ever have to do *smile*
heres a random line from it that I thought was cool:
'Life is a masquerade ball, and I am a dancer. I follow the rhythm of the music, and perform the complex steps that I composed and rehersed. The mask never leaves my face'
I'm have a craving for apple strudels...
xx
edit: I just renewed all my library books. they're due on the 29th June. Exams will be over by then. less than 3 weeks, woo!
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| "Remember, remember, the sixth of June, barricades, émeute, and death" |
[06 Jun 2006|04:25pm] |
[mood|  depressed]
[music| One Day More - Les Miserables]
its weird, i'm not exactly depressed as the mood theme says, but i couldnt find the right word (or picture) to describe the feeling. slightly sad, slightly wistful and a teaspoon of something else. because one or more of many reasons
1) It's Barricade Day
yeah, as much as I'd like to believe it, its probably not this. but anyway, today is Barricade Day, the day that Enjolras, Grantaire and all the other students died on the barricade day *waves red flag*
2) I just saw X-men 3
( Read more... )
3) I lost my favourite ribbon
I know its a stupid thing to be upset about. but it really was beautiful, all blood red and shiny and wonderful. i sort of link it to so many things, and its just really really important to me for some reason. i've also had this kind of weird superstition where i always wear something red, so now i'll have to go and find something else.
I'm one of those people who can think of 'what if...?'s until the end of time. and all I can think about is 'what if i had just held on to the ribbon a little tighter and paid more attention to what I was doing?'. I just forgot about the ribbon for a moment and it was gone. and i've had it for so long i don't really know what i'll do without it. its only after things have gone that you realize how much they meant to you. its a cliché, but its true. i mean, thats how they become clichés
now replace the bolded words with various memories and people of your choice
its so easy to lose things.
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| Chicago squeeage |
[31 May 2006|05:09pm] |
[mood|  giggly ]
[music| Don't Blame Your Daughter - The Cardigans]
EEEEE!!!
yesterday me and Sherlin went to see Chicago with my (American) Uncle Brian and my (HK) cousin Wing Yan. and it was so so amazing and funky.
( random unintelligable squeeage )
i realized yesterday that i hold my breath whenever i go through ticket barriers at tube or train stations. i don't have an irrational fear of ticket barriers, it is a perfectly rational fear. theres this anticipation as you put in your ticket, is it going to open or is it going to say 'Seek Assistance'? theres this unearthly pause as you wait for it to open and it kills me every time. and it just opens and closes so quickly and loudly it terrifies me.
finished mocking me yet?
how amazing was last nights CSI? i actually hardly noticed that Grissom wasnt there are all until the end and its been a pretty long time since an episode has made me go "...wow..." (and honestly its not difficult), but i really did enjoy it. though judging from what i've read, letting Indigo Children take over the world isnt neccessarily a good thing.
go outside and enjoy the sun
xx
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[25 May 2006|10:41am] |
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but a passing shadow of a cloud.
you know what being at home, does to me? its against all of my morals but i just went and joined Myspace. i'm a terrible terrible person, and you can all throw avocados and shoes at me now. but only fluffy slippers. and that was a potato, not an avocado! *wince* anyway, go add me
so mi madre is off to collect my Nickylos, aunt and uncle from the airport, i have a spanish reading exam this afternoon, and i have just found the most amazing spoilers for the season finale of House. spoiler whore? who me?
anyway, i should probably go and eat something if i want to get to school on time.
xx
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[23 May 2006|08:51pm] |
i don't feel like i'm really doing my GCSEs. probably because most of the exams i've had so far require no thought, except english lit today, which i don't think i did too well on. spanish listening was fine, except that i may have completely made up some of the answers. oh well, at least the examiners will have fun poking at my mistakes. and i left a huge gaping hole at the end of my lord of the flies essay. but my 4 poems comaprison was pretty good. its a good thing its worth more marks.
we never have to think about the symbolism in lord of the Flies ever ever again
The game is: comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation of what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.
kohl_rimmed_eye gave me 'W'. evil. but lets give it a go...
( *waaaaail* )
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| "Sunshine is days away I won't be saved I know all the words" |
[21 May 2006|01:47pm] |
did you know plainchant is modal? and has a free-flowing rhythm? no, i didnt either. which is worrying.
me and sherlin made the most beautiful exam timetable yesterday, although we had a lot of discussion about what type of table. she likes open tables, i like closed one. i feel safer in closed tables, like things arent going to run away, and i have something to hold on to if i fall over (ie. the lines). also, the thickness of the bold lines, thats important too. but now its all done and pretty.
so, did everyone have fun watching the Eurovision Song Contest? i like how pretty much everyone just watches it for the comedy value. ( more random speculation... )
lets pretend its sunny at the moment
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[20 May 2006|03:56pm] |
[mood|  ]
[music| Where Does the Good Go - Tegan and Sara]
isnt it nice when things work out? when you're terrified to do something but you do it anyway, and everything turns out ok? i have so many stupid, irrational fears and i know that they're stupid and irrational, but that doesnt stop me from having them. but yesterday, i was so so nervous and i somehow managed to push aside those stupid, irrational fears and did something that may have just made my whole life a hell of a lot easier. and for that i'm proud of myself (which isnt something that happens very often)
yesterday i went to the library to study (i find the chattering children therapeutic) and there was the most adorable girl there. and she climbed up the stairs on her hands and knees and smiled and waved at me. oh, i do love little children (in a non-paedophilic way). anyway, i managed to do about half a pad of paper (which isnt really a reliable measurement because obviously there are many different sizes of paper pads, but shush, stop nitpicking at me) of physics notes. i'm not sure whether to be worried or relieved or disapproving about the fact that i may have learned more in 2 and a half hours at the library than in 1 term of physics lessons at school.
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| Exam tips and my lunch |
[15 May 2006|12:06pm] |
so apparently according to Ferret I'm not LJ whoring enough. so here is another entry
i have a new cousin called Nathan. which will be confusing, as I already have an american cousin called Nathan (who is 13, i think). but anyway, the english Nathan may have the middle name of Kay/Kai which me and sherlin picked.
also, i have a working printer! this is a truly momentous occasion. i'm cursed with printers so we've never had one for very long, and i usually print everything in black and white at school (because when your tuor room is a computer suite, who wouldnt make use of the resources?
i forgot to mention last entry, did you know there are ducks at school? i'd never seen them before, but when i was waiting by ms owen's car on friday, they were sitting in a row by the pond. where do they hide during the day? they would get mobbed by the schoolkids.
and starting tomorrow, 'tis the season to be examined. we already had the assembly at school with exam tips, but they sucked and I think mine are better. so here goes:
1) go on a WikiJourney
I am a complete Wikipedia fangirl, so i developed the WikiJourney. go onto one entry and click on a link to another entry and keep going till you're miles away from your starting point. both informative and very fun. and you can do it in your revision (I started out at the Human Genome Project) or do it during a break.
2) have a bowl of blueberries next to you at all times
or something else that is yummy and small. actually, i think i may be slightly allergic to blueberries, i'm not sure. but anyway.
3) look at something green
i was told a while ago that green is supposed to be good for your eyes and calming and whatnot. which is weird considering its also suppoed to be the colour of envy, and camo. but then again, its also the colour for Green Wing. which is the colour of the surgical scrubs, which is not neccessarily a nice thing to think about (surgery). so i guess it depends on your take on green.
when i was in a Sanrio shop in america last year, i saw a Hello Kitty notebook thingy, and in the front cover, there was a big square of a pale green which was apparently the exact shade of calming green. i couldnt find the right shade now, but maybe this will help
( its not easy bein' green )
4) find a really good fanfic (ship of your choice)
find one with a huge amount of chapters, and read a chapter each break. my favourite fanfic has 49 parts at the moment and is being updated daily! woo!
5) listen to some really good music
whether or not it has words is up to you. personally, i find it difficult to revise to music with lyrics because i get too easily distracted by them. at the moment, i have 4 Bond albums, 2 LOTR soundtracks, the FFX soundtrack and Einaudi lined up.
6) read your revision notes in a scottish accent
no idea how this helps, but its funny ;)
and Good Luck to the Latin people tomorrow
edit: look how exciting my lunch was today!
i got really bored while i was cooking, and threw in everything i could find into the soup base eg. soy sauce, fish sauce, sesame oil, dried onion bits, spring onions, an egg, funky pickled radish things etc. the noodles went way too soft because i was having so much fun, but it tasted delicious.
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[12 May 2006|11:49am] |
[mood|  rushed ]
[music| Hafdis Huld - Fucked up mind]
well...where to begin?
first things first, i can't breathe. i was hoping to have a hugely long sleep last night because i was insanely tired. but i had to keep waking up to figure out how to breathe.
secondly, i have renewed my faith in FF.net. because its such a huge site theres obviously a lot of crap on there, but thanks to my uncanny ability to block out some things, i have just discovered some amazing fanfics.
and of course, it was the last day of school yesterday. ( *cue lots of screaming, cutting of uniform and hugging random people* )
anyway, i should get going, i still need to go and get passport photos and get to music.
xx
edit: *le sigh* guess what time i finished school? 7PM. i actually left after they had finished cleaning the whole bloody school and were locking up.
i got there at about 2pm, and ms owen changed my compositions a bit, and then sent me off to the music room with emma who was already there. she was working with AS people, and basically forgot about us till about 5pm. emma left, and she worked with me, completely changing all of my compositions (even one which i really liked, which i was annoyed about) and i had to rewrite my brief and evaluation. apparently my compositions were being too clever vfor the examiners who are complete imbeciles. but anyway, i finished at around 6:45pm, and had to help her carry recording equipment to her car. she gave me her key and told me to wait there, and i did for about 15 minutes, until i decided that i really really wanted to go home and went up to find her. somehow i ended up walking back down the stairs with another box of equipment in tow, and she gave me a lift to the arndale.
which made me feel really self conscious. i mean, i've had teachers offer me a lift home before when it was really late, and the caretaker from my primary school walked me home once, but theres something about going home with ms owen which was....weird. also, she does this weird nervous finger thing, like shes playing the piano on the steering wheel, but in a more creepy way. the kind of fidgiting that makes a serial killer with a twitching eye come to mind
actually, thats not a bad description of her...
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[04 May 2006|10:59pm] |
They put up the walls, no more to say
Nobody stopped to ask why it was done
The stream was too far and the rains to high
So into the city the river did run
Because of the architect the buildings fell down
Smothered and drowned all the seeds that you sowed
I wish I was somewhere but not in this town
Maybe the ocean next time around
I've always wanted to send a message in a bottle. Just the idea of writing something beautiful and letting it free gives me a thrill. The way you can form a random connection with someone, just because they were observant enough to see a bottle floating in the water. I've never had the chance, as I've never lived somewhere with a proper stream/river type thing, but if I do, it will be one of the first things I do.
Of course, what will probably happen is that the bottle smashes somewhere or someone finds it, reads it and laughs and throws it away. But shush, don't break my bubble.
I seem to remember the face and the name
But if it's not you I don't care
I know of changes, but nothing would change you
To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair
Its strange how much of a different person I am when i write. Or at least I feel like I am. Words seem to fail me in real life, and I can't really say that I'm any better when I'm writing but...its easier. From experience with all the letters that I write I can always communicate my thoughts better in writing than in words to the extent that I feel like a completely different person. I didnt mean that, I meant speaking. I guess when I speak I think about things, I think about what people want to hear. I worry about saying the wrong thing, about making situations awkward, about offending someone. I have so many thoughts left unsaid because I know its just not what people want to hear, either they don't care or they care too much. I try so hard to think of the right things to say but I never really can. whereas i write in my thinking voice and I'm free to ramble on, since no one is actually obliged to read it. Its why I much prefer writing to speaking.
I should just become mute.
Then I'll turn and he won't be there,
Dusky black windows to light the dark stair
Candles will nod in the musty air
Oh, with the flames for as many as the years
I had these random feelings of nostalgia today. I remember when Sherlin and I used to sit eating Maltose from the jar with forks. I remember when my granddad used to make us hot Ribena when we went to bed. Its so so long ago that it doesnt seem real anymore. Passing memories and crumpled photos. I miss those times. I miss not worrying about stupid menial things. I miss thinking that everything could be solved with a lollipop and a flower.
Next time you pass a stream, look out for a bottle.
PS. Notice how I'm practising using capitals. I have actually put in capital letters everwhere they are supposed to be, which is a change I guess. Next stop, apostrophes. Or maybe not, its far too much effort.
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| Red Hair Appreciation Day |
[28 Apr 2006|08:09pm] |
today is Red Hair Appreciation Day according to my appreciation calendar. no really, doesnt 28th April feel so red?
so that is a collage of my favourite redheads and i know it is crap, and i know there is a white space on the bottom right corner, but i couldnt be bothered to spend more than 2 minutes making it. so left to right: Lena Katina, Lily Cole, Cintia Dicker, Roisin Murphy, Caroline R, Jessica Stam and Tori Amos. and i have probably missed off lots. sorry.
its a beautiful day. i had a nice day. i'm like the poster girl for pathetic fallacy.
except ( slight rant... )
ok, rant over.
have a nice weekend guys, enjoy the sun
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[23 Apr 2006|02:17pm] |
It might have been a while
Since you've been loved
Like you should be loved
It might have been a while
Since you've been kissed
Like you should be kissed
i was just writing a handwritten entry, but since i'm on the computer now, i'll type it up (because my writing was terrible (but then again, so is my typing))
so its the end of the first week back at school, although it doesnt really feel like it, probably because i havent actually been to many lessons because of the art exam. which went swimmingly, because art exams don't feel like exams as such, just 3 days filled with a sort of silence, music and a really big lump of clay. and it went very very well, i finished far too early though, not even halfway through the second day. so i made some hands holding...hands as a kind of extra final piece thingy. which was very cool and pretty and the thumb on one of the childs hand is amazingly cute. actually, the thumbs of real children are adorable too. you know the story of the guy who cut off childrens thumbs with a really big pair of scissors? i completely understand. i would do it too.
anyway, as much as i like the art exams, i'm glad its over.
It might have been a while
Since you could trust
That someone really cares
i went to Borimira's yesterday evening to attempt to do asome more piano recordings. her son, daughter in law and grandaughter were visiting from Bulgaria, and so i felt incredibly guilty to be there while she was so busy. but her grandaughter is adorable. but anyway, i was basically playing piano for about 2 and a half hours nonstop (except to drink tea). i'm so terrible at recording things though, i panic whenever i'm within 3m of a record button and i make mistakes and do all sorts of stupid things. not to mention my hands were all sweaty (i can't play when my hands are sweaty or cold. its practically impossible (of course all of this is just an excuse, i can't actually play at all)). but i finally did one, although after you play a piece 100+ times filled with mistakes, all the feeling goes out of the window no matter how pretty it is.
the problem is, as helpful as it is learning without music, when i try and get it right, i forget it. like my fingers can just play it without thinking, but sometimes you can't help but think about it. and then i make mistakes. i actually spent about half an hour trying to remember a chord because i kept getting it wrong when i was recording it, but when i played it without thinking i got it. but then, of course, because i wasnt thinking i didnt know what i had just played, i could only hear that it was right. it just goes around in a vicious circle.
but now that piano recordings are (almost) done, its time to tackle the violin ones. if ms owen ever decides to turn up.
Well summerbreeze is blowing through your window
And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair
And something in your eyes that you cannot disguise
Don't tell me it ain't there
summer brings beautiful sunsets
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[16 Apr 2006|12:34pm] |
[mood|  ]
[music| Tegan and Sara - I Hear Noises]
i can't work without music. and each subject has its designated band, because if i keep switching i end up singing along and can't concentrate (even if its instrumental, that doesnt stop me singing with it). i basically did my whole textiles project to Eisley, biology revision to Within Temptation etc. but art is so huge that i do each piece of work to different music because it takes so bloody long. when i was drawing eyes i had Emiliana Torrini on repeat and now i'm drawing Ben's hands (thanks amity, theyre perfect. except for his nails, they're disgusting. so i had to change them, because by no means am i having dirty nails in my sketchbook) to Tegan and Sara.
thank god for great music.
problem is, i spend so long on a drawing and you can't even tell. i can't pump out pages half as quick as everyone else does, and normally i'm all up for 'quality over quantity', but right now i can't. i have so much of my sketchbook left to fill. how do people do it? sophie can fill two sides of A3 in an hour, i take about half a day!
1 hour and 4 pages, i'm suddely filled with a rush of optimism. well...sort of. ok, so maybe i havent done as much work as some other people, but i know that most of it is pretty good. and although i've completely changed my final piece, it might possibly work. i might pass. funky.
after all this is over (not just art, all exams), lets party
edit: drawing wrinkles is more difficult than i anticipated
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[10 Apr 2006|10:18pm] |
Wrote you this
I hope you got it safe
It's been so long
I don't know what to say
I've travelled 'round
Through deserts on my horse
But jokes aside
I wanna come back home
You know that night
I said i had to go
You said you'd meet me
On the sunny road
last night i dreamed that i ran away from home for a few days because i needed to go outside and see beautiful things. and i did. i walked through an overgrown park and there were butterflies and little specks of pollen in the air (never mind that i get hayfever, it was a dream guys) and there was sun streaming from all the little cracks in the sky. and i was happy.
its been a week already and i've done a pitiful amount of work. Ms Coe told us that for any other year group it was a holiday, but not us. we have to work. However, Ms Taylor told us that we are under orders from her not to work all the time. they are giving me contradictory messages and i am confused. although obviously, its not their fault, its mine for not having enough motivation. but 'm working on that.
two days of drawing eyes has made me appreciate them so much more. i just drew the most beautiful eyes in the world (the eyes, not my drawing) and they were just...lovely. like a huge ocean stretched behind those delicate baby eyelashes. i want eyes like that. and now that i'm appreciating them, all of you have to take a photo of your eyes and comment me, ok? i want to see them, because i know they're beautiful.
how many times have i said beautiful in this post? i'm just...happy and appreciative. as ever.
It's time, meet me on the sunny road
it's time, meet me on the sunny road
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| Carmina Burana |
[04 Apr 2006|11:41pm] |
Friends tell me it's spring
My window show the same
Without you here the seasons pass me by
I know you were not new
That loved like me and you
All the same I miss you
Today has been ok
Today has been ok
Carmina Burana. really funky amazing stuff. not the fact that we were in it, it was more just like we'd got really good seats to watch it. but anyway, it was funky.
( cut for length and potential death by boredom (for you. not me) )
The End. woo! i'm really bad at recaps aren't i? it really was fun, i just can't seem to make things sound interesting in writing today. or ever.
i finally did my music improvisation exam thingy today. although i'm sure i was cheating, without actually meaning to. we're supposed to get 25 minutes to improvise a melody, except ms owen was so distracted she left me in the staffroom and forgot about me for about half an hour. so i finished pretty early anyway, because i find it pretty easy anyway, and twiddled my thumbs and toes and ears for ages until she came back. she also changed bits of it before i recorded it, which normally i would be annoyed at, but since she's marking it, if it gets me a better mark i may as well go along with it ;)
and while zoe was doing her improvisation, i got bored so i went on ms owen's computer. she was still logged on, so i was trying to find something exciting, like a student database or something like that. no such luck. but afterwards she said she couldnt figure out what someone had done to it...i hope i didnt put some kind of virus on it without intending to. although i probably just minimised her page and she's panicking because she can't get it back up or something. ms coe does that a lot.
its sunny. i like it when its sunny. it makes me smile.
Today has been ok
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[02 Apr 2006|12:14am] |
(this is a sort of condensed and editted and added to version of the entry i posted before, mostly ranting about choir))
next monday, we're singing Carmina Burana (the doomful music in films and stuff) at the Royal Albert Hall. look! we're on the website and everything! and because i'm going to two revision sessions on monday, i'm actually going to be working from 9am till 10pm. i'm goingf to need to bring a hell of a lot of chocolate...
we got back from the rehersal a few hours ago. we were all ranting to each other and now i'll rant to YOU.
the rehersal was in Watford for some reason, which is like 1 and a half ours away. so we all jumped into the funky double decker coach (i love these. we only ever get to go in them when we're with the choir because they can't really split us up since we do last minute rehersals on the coach) and well...we went there. when we arrived we were just sitting in the cafe bit because the orchestra and choirs had just stopped for a break. we were happily eating chips until we were lined up and taken to the big rehersal room.
so they started playing one of the songs that we sing in. and when we started singing, we couldnt understand the conductor (Maestro Gatti, he's an international really really famous conductor) and so everyone was singing at different speeds. and so he stopped us and was disgustingly patronizing, saying 'following the conductor is like the ABC of music'. we actually handled it pretty well, we were all fuming silently and burning holes in him with our eyes, while the orchestra and the other two choirs were laughing at us (except the brass guys. we've worked with the RPO (royal philharmonic orchestra) before and we know the brass people are really nice because they always talk to us in the breaks. so they were saying 'don't worry, it happens to us sometimes as well'). Ms Lammin mentioned that some of us didnt understand his conducting, and he replied that he had been doing this for 25 years, while glaring at us.
(LJ autosaves drafts every two minutes, but why when you actually lose it does it bring up something from 20 minutes ago?)
Hello? we have't even been alive for 25 years. at the most, we've been training for 7 years, some people have only been in the choir for 6 months. i guess he's used to working with professionals, but if he wanted a professional choir he should have got one, not a school choir who only trains once a week in between their bloody LESSONS. we're good for a school choir, but we're not professional. we're not from some kind of music academy, over half of the choir can't read music. we haven't worked with many conductors before, every conductor conducts differently. it was the first time we had even seen him, how the hell are we supposed to understand his conducting? we're not perfect and we're not professional, but don't fucking treat us like idiots.
we sang the other song, and then that was it. we hadnt even been in the rehersal room for more than 15 minutes, and within 2 minutes he hated us. outside, everyone was just buzzing with anger, it was pretty funky. just having so many people united in hatred against someone is pretty amazing. and we thanked ms lammin for standing up for us while he was humiliating us, though she's pretty sure that by doing that she just ensured that we'll never get asked again. but, oh well. in a way, us hating him makes us want to sing it amazingly on monday, to prove that we're not idiotic kids. which i he isnt manipulating us, to get us to sing better. i doubt he is. but i swear it was like he had never ever even met a child before, let alone worked with one. we work better if we like the person we're working with, everyone does. its a way of life. i could play the violin better if ms clark was conducting than if ms owen was, it just happens. but by being a complete bastard to us, hes made us hate him. and we will prove him wrong. we will.
</rant> now i feel 10 pounds lighter.
sorry about that. we were just so angry with him. not to mention we had just taken a 1 and a half hour coach journey to watford for a 15 minutes rehersal. anyway, we went back to school, and me and holly had some lovely conversations. we also learned why they don't send buses down Magdalen road, you know all the nickity little roads and stuff? we spent 10 minutes trying to turn a corner, and the driver got much applause when we finally turned.
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