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Righty ho. I've actually been on this thang for around an hour now but I always get sucked into reading instead of the all-important writing.
Anywho, it's not like I have a huge amount to say. I was at a film making course all weekend, around 20 miles away, just an ickle, arts-council,state-supported thing, a very amateur style scheme...We basically learned the fundamental rules to do with films and filming..and went into lighting and sound and camera and shit, but since I'd done something similar last year not a huge amount was new to me. And a lot of the other people there were 12 or 13 year olds...that was irritating...like being back in first year or something. There were two mad gals from Balla (for some reason, you pronounce it Ball, as in the 1st syllable of balloon, back to the strangities of irish spelling) who I had the craic with...so I suppose it wasn't all bad. It's continued next weekend, but I'm not sure if I'll go. We'll be actually filming this time: our fucked-up story of cannibals in the village we're in...didn't go down too well with the locals when we asked them for permission to film in the shop and there was a funeral going on and we were bouncing around being hyper due to extreme amounts of caffeine talking in really loud voices about filming and cannibals and not believing in god....
Okay...so just to clear up that long sentence...we didn't know there was a funeral going on, and since the pub/function hall was joined to the shop, we weren't exactly intruding, but the manager told us off for it anyway. He loved us, our enthsiasm, our big grins, our madcap tales...until one of the mad gals form Balla piped up something about not believing in god and he told us he pitied us, would like to see us in 40 years time when we've had nothing to lean on and are having a shit time of it because of our lack of faith, and I kinda...sorta...mighta...started laughing hysterically because that's the effect overly-religious people have on me...so I'm not too chuffed about the idea of going back there again next weekend, he'll probably start to try and convert us again...he threatened us with mass...
Apart form that...I seem to be suffering from fatigue. Seriously, today's the first day in ages I've managed to stay awake past 8pm, and get properly awake before 11am...yesterday I fell asleep at 6.30 and didn't wake up til 7.30, and still felt really tired all day...
And at school, it ain't too bad I suppose...history teacher hates us all cos we're all bone-idle, but what can ya do? And french, I forgot to do and she gave me a bollocking cos she didn't believe me...but I'm the only one who understands the maths properly...so that's ok...
I love coffee. In case I haven't stated this before. I am going to go make some for myself, even if it is...whatever...like 11, because I want to read tonight..Some Blue Mountain...all the way from Jamaica...cos it be my favourite and I feel like spoiling myself...
Au Revoir...
Anywho, it's not like I have a huge amount to say. I was at a film making course all weekend, around 20 miles away, just an ickle, arts-council,state-supported thing, a very amateur style scheme...We basically learned the fundamental rules to do with films and filming..and went into lighting and sound and camera and shit, but since I'd done something similar last year not a huge amount was new to me. And a lot of the other people there were 12 or 13 year olds...that was irritating...like being back in first year or something. There were two mad gals from Balla (for some reason, you pronounce it Ball, as in the 1st syllable of balloon, back to the strangities of irish spelling) who I had the craic with...so I suppose it wasn't all bad. It's continued next weekend, but I'm not sure if I'll go. We'll be actually filming this time: our fucked-up story of cannibals in the village we're in...didn't go down too well with the locals when we asked them for permission to film in the shop and there was a funeral going on and we were bouncing around being hyper due to extreme amounts of caffeine talking in really loud voices about filming and cannibals and not believing in god....
Okay...so just to clear up that long sentence...we didn't know there was a funeral going on, and since the pub/function hall was joined to the shop, we weren't exactly intruding, but the manager told us off for it anyway. He loved us, our enthsiasm, our big grins, our madcap tales...until one of the mad gals form Balla piped up something about not believing in god and he told us he pitied us, would like to see us in 40 years time when we've had nothing to lean on and are having a shit time of it because of our lack of faith, and I kinda...sorta...mighta...started laughing hysterically because that's the effect overly-religious people have on me...so I'm not too chuffed about the idea of going back there again next weekend, he'll probably start to try and convert us again...he threatened us with mass...
Apart form that...I seem to be suffering from fatigue. Seriously, today's the first day in ages I've managed to stay awake past 8pm, and get properly awake before 11am...yesterday I fell asleep at 6.30 and didn't wake up til 7.30, and still felt really tired all day...
And at school, it ain't too bad I suppose...history teacher hates us all cos we're all bone-idle, but what can ya do? And french, I forgot to do and she gave me a bollocking cos she didn't believe me...but I'm the only one who understands the maths properly...so that's ok...
I love coffee. In case I haven't stated this before. I am going to go make some for myself, even if it is...whatever...like 11, because I want to read tonight..Some Blue Mountain...all the way from Jamaica...cos it be my favourite and I feel like spoiling myself...
Au Revoir...