~*my halo slips over my eyes. my nice dressed rip and i dont cry*~
rightie-ho chaps and chaperettes
leeds write-up soon, i promise. now i'm off to london for the Uni open day 2moro. hopefully gonna try and find the tate modern. we're going to see 'The Importance of Being Earnest' tonight which is fabulous. oscar wilde. rupert everett. judi dench. reese witherspoon. ace!!
trisha is painful to watch. its so embarassing. a geordie audience woman is saying 'whateva' plus hand movements :s
*lalaa*
xxx
*ahem*
didnt have time to post that. whats the point of posting it now...i dont know, but i did find the tate modern which was ace and i did see 'The Importance of Being Earnest' and it was very good but i have some qualms about it which i will address later.
my search for the Tate wasnt that hard. its very impressive and very stylish too. i recommend everyone going, and ITS FREE NOW. by now everyone should have noticed me going on about museums/art gallery freeness so go take advanage of it. except the walker gallery in liverpoo cos it has paul mccarthy who is a bit shit. the most amazing tate experience was seeing picasso's weeping woman up close and seeing all the brushstrokes on the paint. that painting was the one which got me into art when i was about 10 in primary school when the teacher told me to copy it and i did it really well. i still have it i think and its still one of my best works. but then my works arent really classic standards. however, some stuff in the tate modern is just....stupid. one blue fluorescent light fixed at a 45 degree angle. not art. one large canvas painted 'a special tone of blue'. it was just a big blue canvas. not art. the little description cards all said something pretentious about it as well. 'he took 3 months perfecting this special tone of blue and went on to produce 13 other piece using the same tone'. does that just mean he covered 13 more canvases in blue?! chaaa. incidently, yesterday in my general studies lesson which our headmaster takes, the tate modern came up in discussion. now for those not in the know, my headmaster is called simon. there is were the positive points end. hes just a stereotypical posh bumbling idiot. he stated that the tate modern left him cold and he didnt believe it was art. i felt the urge to say differently but i knew it wudnt get me anywhere. he already had a go for my hair being orange too. its naturally that colour. chaa.
so yus. tate modern. super. superb. fantastic. afters i headed off to the man in the moon, because as dave described so well, everytime i'm in london i just need to go there. even if it was by myself and they gave me a cheese and pickle bap with no pickle. walked out into a torential downpour with added bonus of strong winds. freezed my arse off. decided to go down to soho just cos...i've never been to soho properly. in the end i didnt get into soho properly anyways. walked a bit of old compton street and then gave up because it was too cold. went round the square to get to tube. the square attracts me. ellie and gemma's train were delayed quite a bit so i wandered round paddington playing with ticket machines whilst station people looked at me in a displeasing manner. but i finally got to met el's mummy, mrs ellie's mum is her full title. who by the way, if you are ignorant to the fact, is a very impressively cool lady. (:P to tozzleface). Earnest was jolly good fun and very delightful (could you doubt it?! its Oscar Wilde you fool!) but somethings they cut and added annoyed me somewhat. such as Gwendolen and Ernest tattooing each other name's on each other. 19th upper class society tattooing each other? rather silly. or changing the ending so that Ernest was Algy's younger brother who is not infact named Ernest but John. cutting out wilde and replacing it with something someone wrote who is not wilde seems to me foolish. then lastly, there was *the* song. i didnt know what was going on but it seemed to me like rupert everett and colin firth did a awful (and rather annoyingly catchy) song mid-movie. i can see under no circumstances when colin firth should ever sing. in anything. not even his shower. but regardless of all that i still enjoyed it greatly.
we went back to ellie's mums home. it struck me as obvious that no wonder the NHS is not in a good state of affairs if the people who work in it have to live in places like that. the nicely named doors were fun tho. hopefully john prescott's house building of good affordable accomadation in london for public sector workers will come along soonly as ellies mum is cool so she shud have a cool house in a cool street with a cucumber. or something. we slept on the floor and it was quite nice. i slept well. in the morning ellie's mother provided a noice breakfast. i seriously like cruntchy nut cornflakes now. we made it in time for my history talk which was basically very quiet woman telling us how great and big the historical resources of London Uni are. some of the other talks were useful. i then went on a very long tour of Kings. point of note - if you dont like stairs DONT GO TO KINGS. 15 floors of the fuckers with no lifts. the view you get from the union bars is amazing however - waterfront where you can see right up from canary wharf, the city to parliament and london bridge. ace! kings is a nice backup to UCL. i didnt go on a tour of UCL however. maybe i should i have, but i always walk round the place and rooms are just rooms. oh yeah, there was girl who looked very familiar on the tour in a poka dot top. i kept looking at her and she kept looking at me, both with the look of 'i know you from somewhere' on our faces. or maybe it was 'why do you keep staring at me you freak? you are scaring me'.
when i came back gellie had found dot and robbery which was great finally finding some people we knew. rob fed us lots of sugary goodness. we went on a tour of some halls of residence. they were bearable i suppose. the communial toilets made me go :s however. i am unsure as to what accomadation i want. catered halls or self-catering flats? the flats are cheaper and in camden town. ack i'm just getting ahead of myself as i may not get into UCL and then i shall look foolish.
anyways, after the tour rob and i discovered the ghastly place of 'Table Hell' and played with the balloon i stole from the Union stand and stole porn from telephone box. 2 things to mention. 1, on a door below the residence there was a sign that read 'KEEP THIS DOOR CLOSED AT ALL TIMES! (in smaller font) There is a thief about!!!). this amused us no end. only one thief? hohoho. 2, 20 minutes after rob had removed all the call cards from a phone box they'd been replaced with new ones. those porn dudes work fast i tells ye.
we went to the free easyworld camden acoustic virgin thing and everyone was there. kat, dave, nicky, kevin, fleur and clairey. also others like nala and logan who everyone seems to know but i've never spoken to. meeting people in camden in always fabulouso. ooh yeah, i met michelle (shmelly) again, this time with the aid of a memory and soberiety :D and i believe i scared katie by going up to her, poking her and then saying 'i know you but you dont know meeee'. harhar. that was my intention of course as i am efil. the gig was quite good, aparagus/giant lollipops waving, gareth gates, nirvana folk stylee (?:\?) purple wigs. oh mustnt forget porn on faces!
but gemma had her phone and wallet stolen from her bag which dampened things. dirty bastards, get a job! there is a thief about! then they missed a few trains so got home quite late. apparently gemma's parents are blaming her which isnt very fair as none of it was her fault. *sigh* i just worked out expenses for living on london for 3 years and i think the total came out at -
leeds write-up soon, i promise. now i'm off to london for the Uni open day 2moro. hopefully gonna try and find the tate modern. we're going to see 'The Importance of Being Earnest' tonight which is fabulous. oscar wilde. rupert everett. judi dench. reese witherspoon. ace!!
trisha is painful to watch. its so embarassing. a geordie audience woman is saying 'whateva' plus hand movements :s
*lalaa*
xxx
*ahem*
didnt have time to post that. whats the point of posting it now...i dont know, but i did find the tate modern which was ace and i did see 'The Importance of Being Earnest' and it was very good but i have some qualms about it which i will address later.
my search for the Tate wasnt that hard. its very impressive and very stylish too. i recommend everyone going, and ITS FREE NOW. by now everyone should have noticed me going on about museums/art gallery freeness so go take advanage of it. except the walker gallery in liverpoo cos it has paul mccarthy who is a bit shit. the most amazing tate experience was seeing picasso's weeping woman up close and seeing all the brushstrokes on the paint. that painting was the one which got me into art when i was about 10 in primary school when the teacher told me to copy it and i did it really well. i still have it i think and its still one of my best works. but then my works arent really classic standards. however, some stuff in the tate modern is just....stupid. one blue fluorescent light fixed at a 45 degree angle. not art. one large canvas painted 'a special tone of blue'. it was just a big blue canvas. not art. the little description cards all said something pretentious about it as well. 'he took 3 months perfecting this special tone of blue and went on to produce 13 other piece using the same tone'. does that just mean he covered 13 more canvases in blue?! chaaa. incidently, yesterday in my general studies lesson which our headmaster takes, the tate modern came up in discussion. now for those not in the know, my headmaster is called simon. there is were the positive points end. hes just a stereotypical posh bumbling idiot. he stated that the tate modern left him cold and he didnt believe it was art. i felt the urge to say differently but i knew it wudnt get me anywhere. he already had a go for my hair being orange too. its naturally that colour. chaa.
so yus. tate modern. super. superb. fantastic. afters i headed off to the man in the moon, because as dave described so well, everytime i'm in london i just need to go there. even if it was by myself and they gave me a cheese and pickle bap with no pickle. walked out into a torential downpour with added bonus of strong winds. freezed my arse off. decided to go down to soho just cos...i've never been to soho properly. in the end i didnt get into soho properly anyways. walked a bit of old compton street and then gave up because it was too cold. went round the square to get to tube. the square attracts me. ellie and gemma's train were delayed quite a bit so i wandered round paddington playing with ticket machines whilst station people looked at me in a displeasing manner. but i finally got to met el's mummy, mrs ellie's mum is her full title. who by the way, if you are ignorant to the fact, is a very impressively cool lady. (:P to tozzleface). Earnest was jolly good fun and very delightful (could you doubt it?! its Oscar Wilde you fool!) but somethings they cut and added annoyed me somewhat. such as Gwendolen and Ernest tattooing each other name's on each other. 19th upper class society tattooing each other? rather silly. or changing the ending so that Ernest was Algy's younger brother who is not infact named Ernest but John. cutting out wilde and replacing it with something someone wrote who is not wilde seems to me foolish. then lastly, there was *the* song. i didnt know what was going on but it seemed to me like rupert everett and colin firth did a awful (and rather annoyingly catchy) song mid-movie. i can see under no circumstances when colin firth should ever sing. in anything. not even his shower. but regardless of all that i still enjoyed it greatly.
we went back to ellie's mums home. it struck me as obvious that no wonder the NHS is not in a good state of affairs if the people who work in it have to live in places like that. the nicely named doors were fun tho. hopefully john prescott's house building of good affordable accomadation in london for public sector workers will come along soonly as ellies mum is cool so she shud have a cool house in a cool street with a cucumber. or something. we slept on the floor and it was quite nice. i slept well. in the morning ellie's mother provided a noice breakfast. i seriously like cruntchy nut cornflakes now. we made it in time for my history talk which was basically very quiet woman telling us how great and big the historical resources of London Uni are. some of the other talks were useful. i then went on a very long tour of Kings. point of note - if you dont like stairs DONT GO TO KINGS. 15 floors of the fuckers with no lifts. the view you get from the union bars is amazing however - waterfront where you can see right up from canary wharf, the city to parliament and london bridge. ace! kings is a nice backup to UCL. i didnt go on a tour of UCL however. maybe i should i have, but i always walk round the place and rooms are just rooms. oh yeah, there was girl who looked very familiar on the tour in a poka dot top. i kept looking at her and she kept looking at me, both with the look of 'i know you from somewhere' on our faces. or maybe it was 'why do you keep staring at me you freak? you are scaring me'.
when i came back gellie had found dot and robbery which was great finally finding some people we knew. rob fed us lots of sugary goodness. we went on a tour of some halls of residence. they were bearable i suppose. the communial toilets made me go :s however. i am unsure as to what accomadation i want. catered halls or self-catering flats? the flats are cheaper and in camden town. ack i'm just getting ahead of myself as i may not get into UCL and then i shall look foolish.
anyways, after the tour rob and i discovered the ghastly place of 'Table Hell' and played with the balloon i stole from the Union stand and stole porn from telephone box. 2 things to mention. 1, on a door below the residence there was a sign that read 'KEEP THIS DOOR CLOSED AT ALL TIMES! (in smaller font) There is a thief about!!!). this amused us no end. only one thief? hohoho. 2, 20 minutes after rob had removed all the call cards from a phone box they'd been replaced with new ones. those porn dudes work fast i tells ye.
we went to the free easyworld camden acoustic virgin thing and everyone was there. kat, dave, nicky, kevin, fleur and clairey. also others like nala and logan who everyone seems to know but i've never spoken to. meeting people in camden in always fabulouso. ooh yeah, i met michelle (shmelly) again, this time with the aid of a memory and soberiety :D and i believe i scared katie by going up to her, poking her and then saying 'i know you but you dont know meeee'. harhar. that was my intention of course as i am efil. the gig was quite good, aparagus/giant lollipops waving, gareth gates, nirvana folk stylee (?:\?) purple wigs. oh mustnt forget porn on faces!
but gemma had her phone and wallet stolen from her bag which dampened things. dirty bastards, get a job! there is a thief about! then they missed a few trains so got home quite late. apparently gemma's parents are blaming her which isnt very fair as none of it was her fault. *sigh* i just worked out expenses for living on london for 3 years and i think the total came out at -