I haven't written anything here in bloody ages but since I've got my other blog, I might as well at least post stuff from there here, and then I can also use this as a more personal blog, since that is a career blog. So here's my latest post on my course selection dilemna!

Its all been very last minute but I've recently auditioned for two foundation courses in Musical theatre and got onto both - they're very different courses and now I have to make a decision, but I can't!


So, those are my two options - please give me your opinions, I'm really stuck!

I haven't been able to get around to writing about Heath Ledger yet but I'm glad I finally do.

Pretty obviously, I never met him. But I have watched many of his films and I've always admired his work. I loved Ten Things I Hate About You, and Heath's performance was amazing. Many actors would just play him as a stereotypical strong-but-silent type. Not Heath Ledger. He had quirks, nuances, little things that added depth to his character.

Unfortunately I never saw A Knight's Tale. But I did see Ned Kelly (mainly for Orlando) but this was another strange film choice that stood Heath Ledger apart from many other actors.

Then came Brokeback Mountain. It blew me away. His performance was subtle, emotional, gripping and truly inspiring. When Ennis received word that his lover, Jack Smith, had died, I felt like crying because of the emotion that Heath was showing.

When I heard the news, I was blown away. If it had been Britney Spears or Amy Whinehouse, then sure, there would have been some warning. But not Heath. I didn't believe it at first but after checking Google News it was pretty hard to deny. He was twenty-eight. Too young.

When people immediately began debating how (not if) he had committed suicide, and why, I got really, really angry. Why is our society so obsessed with celebrity? Why could no one just appreciate that a man had died and his memory shouldn't be tarnished with rumours of drugs and suicide. His apartment shouldn't be invaded by paparazzi trying to get a photo of his dead body. His daughter and her mother shouldn't be hounded by reporters after that all important sound bite.

Maybe I'm naive, maybe I'll understand better when/if I ever make it into that world, either Hollywood or journalism. But either way, I think that when someone as magical as Heath Ledger dies, the world shouldn't ruin his memory. They should just remember.
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I hate Thursdays. Or at least, I hate Thursdays on Week B. Today, I had every single one of my subjects and for each one I had the worst teacher out of the two that I have. Drama and Geography weren't too bad, but Psychology and English (who I have the same teacher for) were butt-numbingly boring. The only thing about Psych that kept me awake was that we were learning about Freud and that dude had some creepy-ass theories! The thing is, I love Psych when Mr L. is teaching us but K. just reads out of the textbook, something I'm sure I could do myself at home!

I got home very tired after rehearsal last night and REALLY wasn't looking forward to my driving lesson this afternoon, but got myself psyched up for it anyway; however, my idiot of an instructor forgot to put me in his timetable so I'm doing it tomorrow instead. Not happy.

Random sidenote, downloaded Colbie Caillat's album today after hearing Bubbly on MTV and I have one word: fabulous! It probably won't win any awards for inovation but its really beautiful, floaty, light... really summery! Shame its the start of winter and getting very dark and cold. Still, it'll probably keep me chipper for the gloomy days!

I'm going to go and look for some Skins fanfiction and if I can't find anything new I might resort to writing some myself...
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Title: Floodlights and Tapshoes
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Characters: Maxxie, Tony, Chris, Cassie, Michelle, OC
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own any of these.
Summary: Set between episodes 8 and 9, Maxxie has made it onto a dancing course in London and his friends throw him a party; some people, of course, don't want things to run as smoothly.

( He didn't really want a party... )

Title: Under the Gun (2/?)
Author: </a></a>of_destiny</b>
Rating: PG-13 for language and sexual references.
Word count: 975
Pairing: Maxxie/Tony
Spoilers: The whole of series 1, especially episode 9.
Disclaimer: Skins and all of the characters do not belong to me. How I wish they were, but they aren't.
Summary: Tony's finally out of hospital and Maxxie has to deal with seeing Michelle back with him. But things aren't always as easy as you may think.

Just had one of the best weekends ever. Like. Ever.

I went to Cardiff, to visit my friend whose at Uni there with her sister. And it was amazing. It's really given me the Uni bug, but I've got bloody ages to wait. The freedom was awesome, and living so close to that many shops was very cool. Saturday evening, we partied in my friends appartment and then managed to sneak me into the Student Union which was so fun. Dancing, bright lights, awesome music, a couple of drinks... heaven.

Now I'm home and back to the normal routine, complete with parentals. Oh joy.

A quick rundown of Skins on Thursday...

OMG.

The whole episode was pretty average, I thought, though I was glad there was more Maxxie. Then. BAZAM. A great ruddy bus knocks Mr Hoult flying. I would put this under a cut but I doubt that many people read this so I doubt it will be much of a problem. The singing was just weird, though it is growing on me after a second watch. Now I'm just desperate for Season 2 and the DVD boxset....

On another note, if anyone wants to help me make this place looks a little less Defaulty, that'd be lovely! xD

I might try writing a Skins fanfic. Maybe.