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21 January 2009 @ 07:49 pm
Right. So I handed my potential language coursework draft into Norms and she said she liked it. I decided to carry on with it, and here I have a sort of vague version of the piece. The ending is a bit shabby because I've got some crazy sort of block on tonight but I think I've got the story structure I will more-or-less stick to.
I'd really appreciate some constructive criticism on this. Do you like it? Dislike it? I need a bit of help cause I suck at analysing my own work! Also, I could do with a bit of advice on what to do for the ending...

Oh, and it won't actually be called "Diary Of A Stalker". Maybe I need a little help on the title too.


Diary Of a Stalker )
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mood: determined
 
 
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10 January 2009 @ 07:56 pm

Monday 5th - Saturday 10th January


During our lesson on Tuesday, only 3 members of the group were present. We discussed themes, ideas and anything else we wanted. We wanted to be certain on our intentions in the play, and we discussed how each of us interpreted the message the ploay was trying to convey. We reached the decision that we wanted to show the impact of an event like 7/7 on a civilised city. We wanted to show how every life depicted in the seven sections of the play intertwined with one another, including that of a terrorist. We really want to bring home the gritty reality that is modern day life and views, and how "our words are dead until we give them life with our blood". All this was real.
We discussed the underlying themes we wanted running through our play and considered sets. We wanted to base our performance around urbanisation and London, and reached the idea of having a set suggestive of London Underground. We wanted one piece of set to always remain onstage and to convert between a bed, a train, a sofa and whatever else is required. To begin with we thought of using a table to transform into the objects, but then we decided we wanted to use something to tie in with our theme of urbanisation. We considered using a bench, maybe one similar to what are in London's Tube stations, but we still are not sure how practical this suggestion will be, so will look into possibilities. One member of the group suggested using blocks which we can customise to appear urban, e.g graffiti. We also considered having litter strewn about the set. Also, if we used hollow blocks, additional props can be stored inside the blocks.
We then thought about the parrallel of the London underground map; each line going it's own route but still connecting and intertwining with other lines, and the intertwining lives of the characters.


So we then thought about having this map somewhere on set, to symbolise this parallel and to help suggest the setting. We then thought that each character could draw in their own line, and we could place a canvas on the floor to do this. We then considered using ribbons but decided this was impractical.



On Friday, the group members came to my house to discuss the play and maybe run through sections. We had more or less distributed parts to each member, but the most poignant and contraversial scene was still to be cast. We decided that the process should not be rushed and therefore left casting to another time. However, members read through the scene.
We considered the introduction of the play and discussed how each member interpreted the line; "our words are dead until we give them life with our blood". We decided that it was the words of the terrorist; his words mean nothing and his opinions are not voiced in this chaotic city unless he takes drastic action by spilling both his blood and the blood of others. We decided it would be effective to repeat this introduction at the start and at the end of the play for impact, especially because the line will be much more relevent at the end of the play.
We picked up from the idea of an underground map, and decided to put our feet in paint and wherever we walk, our paths will be on a canvas on the floor, linking with each other. Every member's paint would be a different colour. We considered beginning the play as if we were on a train, taking inspiration from Complicite's A Dissapearing Number. We considered having the introduction recorded and played with tube sound effects, as if it was an announcement.
On the final scene, it was suggested we used red paint on our hands, as the blood of the terrorist is on us and will remain with individuals and with the nation for years. We then thought that the actor playing the role of the terrorist should stand up and speak part of the introduction again, making it clear who was the terrorist.
 
 
mood: sad
 
 
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22 June 2008 @ 08:05 pm
Eats  
Tomorrow's eats:

Herbal tea(0cals)
Bowl of Special K (200cals)
Fruit Salad (130cals)
Tall skinny cappucino (60cals)
Half can of mushroom soup (104cals)
Alpen Light bar (60cals)
Dinner (400cals?)
Mini milk.. bahahahah (30cals)

Sounds good. It comes to almost 1000 cals, but I might eat more at dinnertime. :)
x
 
 
mood: calm
 
 
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19 June 2008 @ 02:03 pm



Hahahaa. I wasted nuff time doing this.

It's me!

http://www.mvm.com/en/brandme.php

x

 
 
mood: lethargic
 
 
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31 March 2008 @ 03:18 pm
I have been dying some hairs. That is right. Some hair plural has been dyed. 

It looks good as far as DIY hair colourings go. It would still look better had it been done at the salon, but unfortunately I do not have the seventy odd quid required for that sort of extravagance, having just spent £55 on a pair of highly unpractical, although beautiful, shoes. I'm also tempted to buy a swarovski crystal necklace for £47, but I do not think my pocket money savings would stretch so far. I can only dream. 

The hair dying wasn't as disastrous as I expected. I did take some very extreme precautions though. I took the laundry basket and all the little noggins of clothing off of the bathroom floor, put everything that was on the bathroom cabinet surface inside the cabinet, and covered the surface with an old (I hope) towel. I then laid out all of my equipment (hair grips, comb, kitchen foil, scissors, instructions etc) ontop of the work surface and got to work. I did feel hot, dizzy and sick, as I was using that powerfully scented peroxidey shit on my hair. It was worth it. Ish. My hair is now that little bit lighter. 

I'm pretty sure I was supposed to be at Easter School this afternoon. To be honest, I'd rather plonder about dying my hair then sit in a classroom with Mr. Everitt and a few other kids reciting Sempronia and Clodia. I hope Everitt didn't mind. I'm sure he'll understand the need of hair colour, despite his hair being grey and almost non-existant. 

In other news, Howie had an adventure yesterday. I couldn't see him all of Sunday, which I accepted as he is very green, as are the flowers he is living on. Tyler came round, and we went on the computer for a bit, but being the insomniac that he is, Tyler was very tired and ended up having a nap on my bed. I brought him up a cup of coffee about an hour on, and as he sat up to drink it, I noticed a little shape wiggling on his shoulder. Tyler said something to me, but I was staring at the green creature doing a jig by the side of his head which was, coincidentally, Howie himself. I put him back on the flowers (Howie, not Tyler) and spent the rest of the evening being very perplexed. Maybe Howie just wanted a holiday. On my boyfriend's shoulder.
 
 
whereabouts: The Bedroom
mood: pleased
 
 
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28 March 2008 @ 06:20 pm

I am officially a domestic goddess.

I made some rice krispie squares which were, admittedly, disastrous. The recipe said to put in apricots and nuts and things but I didn't have any of those, so I thought I should even it out with more butter and syrup. I then didn't put enough rice krispies in (or the tray was too big, one of the two), so I had to wap them back in the bowl and add some more dry rice krispies. I stirred them rather too vigorously and they poinged all over my kitchen floor like little syrupy bullets. Consequently, I now have various sticky grains of puffed rice stuck to my socks. I also didn't melt enough chocolate to cover the rice krispies (maybe the bowl was too big) and just created a little squiggly pattern over the top so I had to melt another bar. I forgot that when you melt chocolate you aren't meant to stick it directly into the pan over the heat because it all gets stuck to the bottom. Oops. Finally, my rice krispie sqaures are complete, so I popped them in the fridge to set. I then realised that the recipe was labelled "Cooking For Kids" and felt rather disheartened. 

Moving on, I then cleared up. A rare occurance, I tell thee. Not only did I clear up my own mess, I cleared up the entire kitchen. I even rinsed out the old bottles of salad dressing for the recyling which wasn't pleasant. I washed all the fruit, wiped the table, and mopped up hot chocolate I had previously spilt on the kitchen floor. Now I was in the swing of things, I couldn't stop there. I moved my cleaning self to the hallway where I picked up alot of shoes which had been transported to different spots that Archie decided they should go. I also moved his cushion from right infront of the front door where he wanted to make a bed (recipe for disaster), back to his basket in the dining room. The hoover was conveniently already in the hallway so I ran that up and down and then stored it neatly in the cellar head. I also gave the front room a quick once over, and colour co-ordinated the cushions on the sofa. 

However, my efforts were not as appreciated as I would have liked. Father walked in, said hello to the dog and there was no comment about the tidied shoes, the spotless carpet, or the gleaming kitchen sink. Tchh. Some people are so ungrateful. He may as well have waltzed in and taken a shit on my newly-wiped kitchen table.

x

 
 
whereabouts: Bedroom
mood: aggravated
 
 
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16 August 2007 @ 10:20 am
lol.  

that party last night was weeeird.

i'm so hungover.

and i've got cuts and bruises all over me and a big fuck off lovebite on my neck which i don't even remember getting.

yeahh and we didnt know the guy had a indoor swimming pool until we got there. mannn it was ace!

played ring of fire, then swam. of course we didnt bring anything to swim in, so i had to borrow a pair of his trunks and just go in in my bra. i was pissed as fuck so i didnt mind. aaand swimming is possibly quite dangerous pissed.

hugee house. he was reyt rich. and i ended up getting with him for the rest of the night. which is fair do's but he was a bit boring in the morning! i was somewhere in fullwood and i had no idea where so had to get a cab home..

hahaa

shamals all round today ;)

 
 
mood: amused
 
 
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05 August 2007 @ 12:15 pm
UGH  
i fucking hate boys
 
 
mood: pissed off
 
 
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21 July 2007 @ 05:34 pm
:)

my party last night was ace.

i enjoyed myself so much - even though i was very drunk.!

i really can't be arsed to write a proper entry so you can just guess :)

and tom came round today and it was nicee to see him before i go to devon for 2 weeks tomorrow!

byeee livejournal ;)

x
 
 
whereabouts: back room
mood: loved
music: precious time - maccabees
 
 
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17 July 2007 @ 09:18 pm
Directions:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.


IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Totem On The Timeline

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Some Might Say

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Gin & Milk

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Uncle Jonny

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Five Ways To End It

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Pinch Roller

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
A Soldiers Tale

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Wondering

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK ABOUT YOU?
Empire

WHAT IS 2 + 2?
Happy Ending

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?
Big Julie

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Weekend Without Makeup

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Deadwood

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
This River Is Wild

WHAT SONG WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR WEDDING?
Love Me Like You

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
SOS

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??
Velvet Snow

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Relax

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Orton's Intro

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
The Bucket

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Unfinished Symphony
 
 
whereabouts: Back Room
mood: relieved
music: Unfinished Symphony - Massive Attack
 
 
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16 July 2007 @ 11:36 am

Apparently, there's still a bit of something stuck in my leg from where I got bitten on Saturday. It's supposedly a tick (BLURGHH) and it's mouth is still stuck in my skin (ICK).

Sooo. My parents rung the NHS thing, and they told me to go and seek  "medical attention". So I went to the doctors this morning, and I have to just leave it, because poking it and scratching it I'd get Limes Disease (or something to that effect). And if I get poorly in about a month, I have to go back.

Mehh... I was hoping for something a little more dramatic, but atleast I'm not dying. 


And it meant I got a lie in this morning.
But now I need to head up to school because my brother's in and he'll tell the olds if I don't.


Gutted.

x

 
 
whereabouts: Back Room
mood: rejuvenated
 
 
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11 July 2007 @ 08:45 pm
Fuck this.
The layout can wait until tomorrow!

The boyfriend should be coming round tomorrow, so I reckon my room needs to be in a near reasonable state! Which calls for me to go and tidy it.

And that is what I shall do.

As for the journal, these first two entries I'm obviously going to let everyone see; but if I'm gunna be ranting away in here and you all want to stalk me; you can fuck off. Most of the entries will be private, atleast they will be if I'm saying anything remotely interesting. Which isn't often.

x
 
 
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11 July 2007 @ 08:35 pm
I really haven't a clue what I'm doing.

So basically, I'm going to rely on Gemma to tell me what to do! I proper want to jazz up my page a little bit... I shall sneak around at some premade layouts...

The only other online journal I've had was on Diaryland.com, and even then I hardly used it. Much to my dissapointment, they're not very similiar. Gutted. I'm stumped.

I'll work it out soon enough.

x
 
 
whereabouts: my computer =]
mood: aggravated
 
 
 
 

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