Hail Britannia

I heart British TV to no end.

Back story. I've got a concert to go to tomorrow, but didn't realise that it's at the SAME TIME as the series... pardon... SEASON finale of SG-1 (it isn't the end of the series, there's still stories to tell, but not with Mark Stern's money). So, I was bummed that I won't be able to watch it live.

However, thanks to the video search at Dogpile.com, I found the full episode divided into four clips. See, it's already aired on British TV. So, someone recorded it off Sky One, and it's now available online for me to watch a day early. So I'm gonna go watch it now.

I think I'm gonna cry.

Class number one

Well it was fun and a nightmare all at the same time. We all went in and introduced ourselves, except none of us did it right I guess. The teacher, Jeff, talked for about five minutes about himself, but then the rest of us just talked for about thirty seconds or less. So, we talked to the person next to us for about two or three minutes without stopping, then switched. Then the other person talked about themselves for another two or three minutes. After that, we all got to introduce ourselves as the other person. That was a bit fun.

 

Then came the nightmare bit. Jeff told us to shut our eyes and think of our favorite song. Just... go through the lyrics for about two minutes. After a while, he told us to open our eyes.

 

And then we had to get up and sing.

 

Yeah. Lemme just tell you.... Simon Cowell would run screaming if he ever saw me coming. No no.... Paula Abdul would run screaming if she saw me coming! Yeah. So that was like my worst nightmare ever. But hey... I did it. Well.... heh. If you can call it that. I made the mistake of favoriting a Diamond Rio song. Yeah. So, me trying to sing something that Marty Roe has sang? I would have been better off singing Celine Dion.

 

Well, needless to say, I butchered it. Butchered isn't even a strong enough word. I nuked it. It was just.... there isn't even a strong enough word in the English language to describe my singing. I just did the chorus, though... so thankfully I didn't break any glass or anything, since it was only about ten seconds long or something.

 

But then we all played tag just so we could learn to be goofy and what not.

 

We have to do a monologue next week. I'm going to the library tomorrow to try to find a good one. I've been all over the internet, but haven't found anything even remotely good. So. Yeah. Apart from the singing, it was alright.

Of course.

Yeah. Such is life. Of course no one believes that I can do this acting deal. My dad won't say, but he wishes I'd get a real job. My mom is mad because I won't listen to her advice (when all she's doing is repeating what she's heard in movies). My friends still don't care one bit. I mean, a little support would be nice, wouldn't you think? Is that too much to ask? Well apparently it is.

I mean, it's just a bummer. This is my dream, yeah? I mean, people have been badgering me, saying "Get a job", "Go to school", and when I finally do, it's like "No, I didn't mean THAT job. That's not a real job!"

Sucks to be a dream.

Urgh.

I hate liberals.

And trust me, if I keep going on that, I'll waste hours of my time, and loads of internet space. So we'll just leave it there.

Whee!

Having quite a fun time reading quotes from this comedian, Demetri Martin. Look him up sometimes.

And for future reference, in case I ever feel the need to create another website and am fishing for a title.... Indifferent Graffiti is the best title ever. Might even make a good username. "Hey, I just got a PM from IndifferentGraffiti." Nice.

BTW, the quote that made me think of that is this:

"Graffiti… I don’t like graffiti, unless it teaches me something, you know? Like “Oh, that’s how Alex feels about Maria. I wouldn’t have known if I had not walked by there, thank you.” Graffiti’s the most passionate literature there is, you know? It’s always like “Bush sucks!”, “U2 Rocks!”. I want to make indifferent graffiti. “Toy Story 2 was okay!” “I like Sheryl as a friend, but I’m not sure about taking things further”, “This is a bridge!”, “That guy’s right!”

Whew!

I just spent ALL DAY building my website. Stuck a quote search engine on the page (which took me an hour to get it working properly), kept changing the font until I finally found one that I can read, figured out how to make my search engines open results in a new window (yay!), and whipped up a html page for myself, just so I don't have to work for an hour to figure this stuff out again next time.

An since we're nowhere near the subject....

Dad's taking me out driving tomorrow. Yikes. I mean... it's Fathers Day. I really don't want to kill my dad on Father's Day. But we practice driving at the cemetery, so at least we won't have to go far, eh? I am now taking bets on how many things I'll hit before I total the car.

So, anyway. I know I had something totally important to blog about, but now I can't for the life of me remember what it was. And it's nagging at me, too, 'cause it was really big... Maybe it was the driving thing? Was that it? I thought it was something more important than that.

And on a completely unrelated note.... Victor Garber has been in like every movie.... ever.

Sad.

Well, I went down to the basement a few days ago (I think I was looking for.... a book? What book? I don't remember. But I never found it.). I stumbled across the old Get Real series I read by Linda Ellerbee. I was planning on going to the bookstore to get the books that I had missed since I stopped reading the series. I couldn't for the life of me remember why I stopped reading those books. They were awesome. Still are, in fact, even if they're written for ages 8-12. Still love 'em.

Turns out the reason I stopped reading the series is because that's how long it lasted. Eight books, and suddenly there's no more series! You know, maybe Jedi Apprentice wasn't the right series for me to start reading, because there's eighteen books in that one, so now my brain automatically assumes that a series should have at least twenty books before it's complete. I guess it's a good thing I don't read Nancy Drew... or the Baby Sitters Club. Even Jedi Apprentice would have seemed like a pathetically short series, then.

I'm curious... has anyone ever read ALL the Nancy Drew books? Every... single... stinkin'... one? Seriously. I don't doubt that there's someone, but it probably is only a select few. How old is that series anyway? Sounds like a question for RefDesk.

Well there's a picture of the front cover of the first Nancy Drew book.... she's wearing a 1930s hat. [looks for year it was written] Oh... 1930. Very perceptive, miss Rio [congratulates self].

Yeah. So, anyone who has read the series is going to have to have started all the way back at 1930, and read all the way up until now. And keep going..... 'cause Nancy Drew is like Star Trek. No way it's going to go away any time soon.

Huh... turns out there were racist comments and stuff in the original 1930s books, which got rewritten by the second author. That's interesting to know... sad too. Dude, I was watching Stargate... and there's that episode where they travel back to 1969, and Michael says to Teal'c, "You can ride up front with me, brother, it's cool." Took me the longest time to figure out that he meant that it was alright for him to ride up front even though he's black. I mean... come on! We were still on that in 1969? Just seems like the issue should have disappeared a LOT faster after the civil war... but no, we were still fretting about that in 69... weird. I mean.... 30s? Understandable, but not forgivable. 70s? Well, come now. You should know better.

BUT ANYWAY! Way off topic there for a second.

It seems that Nancy Drew is another Robin Hood. Always changing to fit the times. She started off as a headstrong flapper girl in the 30s, but toned down in the 50s, when girls were expected to be proper.

And the scary thing is... I sound like I know what I'm talking about. I have never read a Nancy Drew book, and I knew nothing about her, apart from the fact that her name was Nancy, and she solved mysteries.

HOLY!........

Well. That's....... heh. I just found a Nancy Drew book from the 1930s, original, still has the dust cover. 100 bucks!! Thought that was a steep price.

Yes, I gone done it again. Missed a zero.

$1000

One. Thousand. Dollars. For a book that's falling apart.\

I'm DEFINITELY glad I didn't start reading the Nancy Drew books now. Nancy fans are worse than Trek fans, man!! Obsessive....

'ello!

Me again. Like whoa, guess what... I'm in! I'm actually in that acting school now! *dies* I mean, I'm accepted, but there's still the matter of trying to figure out if I actually want this or not. I mean... huge commitment here. To the point that... by next Wednesday, I'm either acting, or I'm not.

'cause I would get a scholarship, but only if I'm totally committed to this acting thing. I can't just be doing this to see if I can. Now, I know I really want to act, but then there's the ultimate question... how lazy am I? For me, dreams last until I can actually do them. After that, it's like... I already feel like I can do them, so...

I dunno. I'm not making much sense here. So, am I ready to have my life totally flipped around by Wednesday? Or do I still want to just be normal and sit around and watch TV all day without having to worry about anything at all.

I'll give you a major downside as well. Remember my rant about being the jester? That I don't have friends, I have audiences? That's probably the worst thing I can think of about show biz. Friends will be really hard to come by, especially loyal ones. Everyone will want to bail at the first sign of trouble. Hollywood isn't exactly known for its loyalty. Can I handle just being the jester to have a dream job?

Oh, blimey, the answer is totally yes, isn't it? *sigh*

Yeah. So.... I guess I'm gonna do it. I'm going to IMTA.

Never Neverland

This is stupid. Seriously. I can't even make my own lunch without burning it, now I'm expected to know what to do with my life? I am way too easily distracted to decide on one thing to do forever. My interests change more often than John Kerry's opinions. I can't just do one job for the rest of my life! No way!

But even those with the Peter Pan soul get yanked into adulthood. I swear... every person I've talked to for the past couple months has asked me where I'm going to college. You know, I really outta start answering "I'm not." As of now, I'm giving them a political answer. "I don't know yet." Really, that means "Not in a million years. I ain't going back to school."

But now my dad is pushing me, saying that he wants to know what I want to do by next week. Like whoa.

Okay. Anyway. I'm out. Nasty storm here, and I probably shouldn't have this computer plugged in.
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So! Looking at colleges now. Actually, looking and solidifying my decision NOT to go to college. In order to do the acting classes, I have to take the stupid math and grammar classes too. Come on! I've done those for the past thirteen years! If I haven't got it by now, it's not likely I'll get it in another four years. Plus, it's acting. I won't need advanced math, just adding and subtracting, which I already know. Grammar... well, I correct my friends on theirs all the time, and I don't need good grammar... the script writers do.

So here's me stuck with the impossible task of locating a school that would teach just acting, and not fuss about with all that other "required" stuff.

Well, okay. I've already found one. And I'm interested. And some very famous people have come out of there. And it's like... ten minutes away. Even I would know how to get there, and I'm navigationally challenged. Ew. I hate politically correct terms. I suck at directions.

But still. Even if I said "I want to be an actress", nobody cares. Need I remind you about the play incident when absolutely nobody came? Because it isn't important. They don't care, they don't think I can do it. Yeah, that would send most people out on an "I'll show you", but not with me. I mean... if I can't even make my own friends care, how is anyone else going to care?

It must suck to be a dream. The ones that get let out always get muddied. The rest are locked up and never get to see daylight. Bit sad, yeah?

Oiy

Okay. First off, who told my numlock to be on by default? I mean, seriously. I go to type "Okay", and it comes out 62ay. Isn't that annoying? Looks stupid as well. Definitely doesn't help when I'm trying to type in passwords, and it's got the stupid numlock on. Hate that.

So anyway. Graduation shindig yesterday.

Random interruption. Shindig is in my Firefox dictionary. That's almost as funny as "whatchamacallit" being in there. It's got a spell check, and seriously, it says there's nothing wrong with "whatchamacallit". Odd.

TONS of gifts. I mean TONS. I got a loverly (<-- also in my dictionary) laptop case, so now I can actually take it around with me. Yay! My mom made a giant scrapbook with pictures of me from the past seventeen years. Like whoa. Definitely surprising, since she doesn't do scrapbooking.... guess she does now! Apparently she's been working on it for a long time out of the basement. Pretty darned safe, since I never go down there. Just hide anywhere around the spiders, and you can be sure I won't go anywhere near you!

What else.... cards with money. That was awesome. The graduation dinner alone funded my Robin Hood DVDs (<-- not in my dictionary) on Tuesday. I got a $40 gift card for Best Buy! WHOO! So, I'm snagging Robin Hood and possibly a little keypad attachment for my laptop (even though I'm fine using dad's at the moment, since all I use it for is that stupid Pirate game).

My sister got me a shiny silver horse necklace (very pretty!), and a keychain (<-- not in my dictionary) for GAC (much better than CMT. Got enough backbone to play controversial songs), and a kriffing digital picture frame! The thing plays music! So, I have it cycling through my zoo pictures, and it plays Pirate music along with it. So cool ^_^

What else.... one of those graduation autograph dogs, a snuggly littly graduating bear... OH! Diploma. Got that too. And the silly little tassel thing that goes on that stupid square hat they make you wear.

Okay, there's the thought of the day. Who the heck invented that ridiculous square hat? I mean... who says "Hey! Let's put a cardboard square on these kids heads and make it a sign of intelligence!" Probably the same person that looked at a cow and said "Hey! If I squeeze those little danglie things, I wonder if we could drink it..."

Here's your sign.

Oh hi!

Yeah, you aren't rid of me yet. Well.... I mean, you are... sorta... since you really aren't anyone since my official reader count is zero... but that's okay! I'm gonna talk to you anyway, 'cause you think I'm interesting, which is nice.

Even though... right now, you're nobody, so... nobody thinks I'm interesting? Meh. That's okay, because nobody's perfect.

And the scary thing is that I entirely followed that logic.

What's the latest issue... AH! Pirates! I've already written what I thought about the movie a hundred times over, and a hundred times again, so I'll just leave you with this short phrase.

It rocked.

(And also, "Nobody move! I've dropped me brain..." is the best line EVER!)

Uh... yeah! That was pretty much all I had to say. Nice to see you! Later days!

..... I think I just signed off Weekenders style. That's strange, 'cause I haven't watched that show in years. Good one, though. Lor rocked.