Saturday spent doing essay. ?
What's wrong with me? have i succumbed to an attack of the matures? I completed most of my TV journalism essay today, in between smoking lots of rollups and watching various snippets of saturday TV
Highlights: The F Word (Gordon Ramsay: a twat)
The X Factor (Brenda! No!)
Michael Parkinson (Even HE looked bored)
The Best Xmas Song Ever (or something)
4Music Presents Jamie Cullum (Somebody sedate him)
That weird vote for the plot thing with Miss Dynamite: odd.
We're thinking of going to Vegas at New Year [Trash what are your plans?] and also spent a considerable amount of time speculating about various possible outfits. NB: 'Vegas' is a club night in Edinburgh where you can dress up all classy like a flapper or a gangster or a 50's lovely etc. It is NOT, actually, a city in Nevada. An alternative was to go to dunkeld with rory for a rough 'n' ready hogmanay with some boys, some guitars and some green. I'm leaning towards edinburgh however my increasingly dapper flatmate Sam is having 'at least 12' people to stay in our flat. frankly i'm dreading it. i want privacy to puke in my own home without having to stand in a queue of northern englanders for my own bloody bathroom. I'm sure it'll all be fine.
Got top of the class in my TV Journalism assessment. 80% - hell yeah! i had to stand in front of a camera, deliver a fairly off the cuff news report, answer 'questions from the studio and interview a so called interviewee, all captured on film. I'm quite into the whole tv side of things - i'd love to be a tv reporter but its such hard fucking work, and besides the whole reason i came to do journalism was because i want to write.
David and I went to Newcastle for the weekend, and i was grumpy and in the huff the whole time. i feel really bad about it because D was so nice about everything. anyway we got over it and are still very lovely together. He's going to england from 20th Dec until after the new year, and i'm really going to miss him.
The kitten is developing a cheeky but adorable personality and i intend to put some pics on here soon.
Tomorrow Rory is coming from perth for a cup of tea, a spliff and some League of Gentlemen, then david is coming over and we're going to have a chinese takeaway and watch some six feet under.
Monday = Essay week of Hell and Doom begins.
Highlights: The F Word (Gordon Ramsay: a twat)
The X Factor (Brenda! No!)
Michael Parkinson (Even HE looked bored)
The Best Xmas Song Ever (or something)
4Music Presents Jamie Cullum (Somebody sedate him)
That weird vote for the plot thing with Miss Dynamite: odd.
We're thinking of going to Vegas at New Year [Trash what are your plans?] and also spent a considerable amount of time speculating about various possible outfits. NB: 'Vegas' is a club night in Edinburgh where you can dress up all classy like a flapper or a gangster or a 50's lovely etc. It is NOT, actually, a city in Nevada. An alternative was to go to dunkeld with rory for a rough 'n' ready hogmanay with some boys, some guitars and some green. I'm leaning towards edinburgh however my increasingly dapper flatmate Sam is having 'at least 12' people to stay in our flat. frankly i'm dreading it. i want privacy to puke in my own home without having to stand in a queue of northern englanders for my own bloody bathroom. I'm sure it'll all be fine.
Got top of the class in my TV Journalism assessment. 80% - hell yeah! i had to stand in front of a camera, deliver a fairly off the cuff news report, answer 'questions from the studio and interview a so called interviewee, all captured on film. I'm quite into the whole tv side of things - i'd love to be a tv reporter but its such hard fucking work, and besides the whole reason i came to do journalism was because i want to write.
David and I went to Newcastle for the weekend, and i was grumpy and in the huff the whole time. i feel really bad about it because D was so nice about everything. anyway we got over it and are still very lovely together. He's going to england from 20th Dec until after the new year, and i'm really going to miss him.
The kitten is developing a cheeky but adorable personality and i intend to put some pics on here soon.
Tomorrow Rory is coming from perth for a cup of tea, a spliff and some League of Gentlemen, then david is coming over and we're going to have a chinese takeaway and watch some six feet under.
Monday = Essay week of Hell and Doom begins.