Somehow, in the next three weeks, I have to conjure up 15500 words, in essays, prose fiction, script and songs.

During that time, I also have to turn 21, have a massie party, move house, raise money and apply or my volunteer work, pack for a trip to New Zealand, and contend with my duelling parents by attending everything family-orientated (and it' ( Read more... )

The school thing turned out brilliant - lovely kids who were very enthusiastic about the books they liked and what stories made them excited. Apparently animals and girls don't have as much adventure as boys, so they make boring protagonists (this from two girls) and reading children's versions of classics is a source of great pride. Took a bunch ( Read more... )

So in half an hour I go trotting off to a school in Southgate to research what children like to read. It's a compulsory part of my course and I'm torn between 'Cool!' and 'OMG.' We have to sit children down and interview them (omg) and take notes (omg) and write a report (omg ( Read more... )

1. I actually quite like Matt Smith. So there.

2. I have a tummy ache, probably because today I've eaten stew, rice, ice cream, souffle, coffee cake, donuts, apple crumble, a burger king angus meal, and half a packet of chocolate shreddies, milkless.

3. One of my cats just tried to pee on me again. Soon I shall take him to the vets to have his balls ( Read more... )

So last week, as a birthday present for me, my grandmother and sister came round to help clean out my garden and plant plants, which was awesome. Anyway, we cleared out the entire garden of about six bags of rubbish and quite a bit of old wood/corrygated plastic (oh the back fence is about a billion times better!), because whoever had had the flat ( Read more... )

To dear my poetry teacher:

I in fact have an excellent grasp of correct grammar and punctuation. The reason that both are out of kilter in my poem is a writing choice. Stop crossing out my words with heavy black marker and substituting them with your own, dammit.

Thank you.

(And thank you for not being the one to mark our final projects.)

Look at me!  I'm totally posting!

*waves arms around*

*goes off to fail her drama module*

 WHAT THE HELL, LJ?

*uses industrial fan to blow dust off journal*

Seriously, what just happened there? How did I manage to let my LJ become another estranged website? And look what I missed! Sam's writing a book! Ursula's still alive! And something actually happened in the BallyK fandom! (I know! WTF? Yay!)

Fail, Amy. Fail.

NEWS

1. I'm loving my life ( Read more... )

I'm writing this sat at the table on my father's computer. This is because since Saturday evening I've been stranded at my parent's home ( Read more... )

Yest-today's Fotolog post. Translated to Spanish. And then to English.*

Today, I feel like pictures saucy of the typewriter. All we are those. Hope that you enjoy.

I am tired. I am reading a called book the way of the crow and enjoying watching the numbers to count down as I type. 4864 lazy characters. Only now he is 4828. Only now he is 4808…

I ( Read more... )