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[28 Mar 2009|12:41pm] |
Need advice from anyone photograph-ey.. yes I did just make a word up.
If a PR company wanna buy publishing rights to an image, what kinda price they looking at paying?
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[28 Mar 2009|08:40am] |
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Jenson Button? On pole? What in GODS FUCKIN NAME is going on?
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| Haven't had a celeb crush in ages... |
[10 Mar 2009|12:05am] |
Yes, I know I don't write often often. I have something I need to express to the world though. We went to see Watchmen today.
Three words.
Jeffrey
Dean
Morgan
*dies*
Yes Drew, I do like sociopaths, what of it?!
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| Writer's Block: Stolen Goods |
[06 Apr 2008|09:56pm] |
For emotional attachment value... my BMX, when I was 11.
I caught chicken pox. Thought I was dying, it was the end of my tiny life already... and I'd just managed to set that ramp on the hill in the perfect spot to clear the following road and it's pavement, and land perfectly in the field. Such a waste of life and outstanding talent.
Needless to say (but I'm saying it anyway, I have many words to spare), I didn't die. But while running a spontaneous combustion threatening fever, being covered in awful spots, itching so its some of the worst pain I ever had, my wonderful older brother decided that as I was going nowhere, he'd use my bike for the week.
And so he used it. And left it in the back garden. Not chained to anything. The back garden that not only backed onto a public play park, but which had a gate at the side of the house leading to it. On a nasty council estate. Where all the other little bike riding kids, and their families, knew me. Knew I was laid up. Knew Mark was using the bike. And knew I had a better bike than any of them.
Hey presto... BMX VANISH!
They didn't break the news to me me until I'd stopped itching a week later. I was not a happy lass.
We found out about a week later that a kid on the top of the estate had a wonderful new identical bike. We had two little gangs, us on the lower roads, and the enemy... from near the hill at the top of the estate. I told my wonderful criminally minded older brothers friend. He tried to steal the bike back for me. Unfortunately didn't quite pull it off, thus starting a major gang feud that lasted til we all hit senior school, passed puberty, and found other toys to play with.
Ah those were the days. I still haven't forgiven my brother.
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[20 Mar 2008|11:01am] |
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Formula 1 is going back to the BBC!!
This may be tiny nothing news for most of you, but when I heard this earlier I punched the air, squealed like a small child at Christmas, then spent the rest of this morning giggling about it and humming the old theme tune to myself.
No more damn adverts!! No more shite theme music!
And, no news yet, but I am SO hoping, no more James Allen!
Can't wait til next year!!
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| Writer's Block: Meaningful Words |
[16 Mar 2008|01:33am] |
"The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."
- Albert Einstein
That guy has so many awesome quotes I could fill up pages with them.
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[15 Mar 2008|08:20am] |
I love F1.
I may have mentioned this before. look at the pretty cars... Listen to the pretty cars...
so godammned exciting!
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| Writer's Block: The Things We Carry |
[14 Mar 2008|09:36pm] |
I figure I can use these question thingies to make those entries I keep promising people I'm gonna make, even though I have little to say for myself.
Before I leave the house, I shove my hands in my coat pockets, close my eyes and run through my mental checklist, feeling out all items with my hands to ensure they're are about my person.
In order of importance, and the order I check in:
Fags
Lighter
Keys
Purse
Camera
Phone
Music
That's it, nothing fancy. No big handbag full of junk. My sister carries half her life round with her, She's one of those Mumsy types that always has plasters, pens, needle and cotton, wetwipes and the such on her. I like to keep it simple.
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| School 1977 vs. School 2007 |
[05 Mar 2008|06:10am] |
Okay, so not a proper update, but it's better than nothing, it brought out the 'oh the good old days' in me and made me chuckle... so it's all you're getting this week.
School 1977 vs. School 2007
Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.
1977 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up mates.
2007 - Police are called, Armed Response Unit arrives and arrests Johnny and Mark. Mobiles with video of fight confiscated as evidence. They are charged with assault, ASBOs are taken out and both are suspended even though Johnny started it. Diversionary conferences and parent meetings conducted. Video shown on 6 internet sites.
Jeffrey won't sit still in class, disrupts other students.
1977 - Jeffrey is sent to the headmaster's office and given 6 of the best. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2007 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. Counselled to death. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra funding because Jeffrey has a disability. Drops out of school.
Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his neighbour's car and his Dad gives him the slipper.
1977 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.
2007 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. Psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mum has an affair with the psychologist. Psychologist gets a promotion.
Scenario: Mark, a college student, brings cigarettes to school.
1977 - Mark shares a smoke with the school principal out on the smoking area.
2007 - Police are called and Mark is expelled from School for drug possession. His car is searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario: Mohammed fails high school English.
1977 - Mohammed retakes his exam, passes and goes to college.
2007 - Mohammed's cause is taken up by local human rights group. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that making English a requirement for graduation is racist. Civil Liberties Association files class action lawsuit against state school system and his English teacher. English is banned from core curriculum. Mohammed is given his qualification anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.
Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers, puts them in a model plane paint bottle and blows up an anthill.
1977 - Ants die.
2007 - MI5 and police are called and Johnny is charged with perpertrating acts of terrorism. Teams investigate parents, siblings are removed from the home, computers are confiscated, and Johnny's dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario: Johnny falls during break and scrapes his knee. His teacher, Mary, finds him crying, and gives him a hug to comfort him.
1977 - Johnny soon feels better and goes back to playing.
2007 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces three years in prison. Johnny undergoes five years of therapy. Becomes gay.
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[19 Feb 2008|02:29pm] |
THERE ARE ELECTRIC SHOCKS IN MY BRAIN!!!
Withdrawal freaks me out. Unintentional, accidental, 'what the fuck is happening to me' withdrawal sucks even more.
MY BRAAAAAAAIN!
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[16 Feb 2008|11:42am] |
So... I promised a certain someone that I would try to write here once a week. Here I am. Trashed on Absolut vodka (it was on offer!) listening to shite 80s pop!
Whats been going on with me?
Well NOTHING.
That about sums it up. I've been ill, I've been lethargic, I've been mental. I've been doing all the usual crap I generally do.
On a positive note, Gabi bought me a gift... I'm almost sure it was for valentine's day, she SO wants me! I have a Rubiks snake... the resident boy has fallen in love with it and won't leave my damn toy alone.
I have nothing of interest to say, at all. Hi I'm Dana... four attempts to type my own fuckin name there. Hi I'm Dana, I live by the sea, I see things people don't see, I hear things people don't hear. I walk around with my head in the air to see these things and everyone looks at me like I'm some huge nutjob. But they're there... things people built 100+ years ago, which are still there yet nobody takes notice. Things WAY up on buildings. Things WAY up on trees. Things WAY up in the sky.
Orion has been shining gloriously at the end of my road all for two weeks now.... nobody but me gives a shit, it's such a damn waste of a constellation. I get the urge to grab passers by, point at the sky and yell excitedly LOOK AT THAT, THEY BUILT PYRAMIDS COS OF THAT! But I can't. Gotta be quiet, gotta conform to expected standards and not even look people in the eye, let alone speak to them.
I need something right now. I need difference. To see things I never saw, to feel things I never felt, to experience things I nev....etc you get the gist. Never gonna happen here though. Same old shit, in the same old place.
On a positive note.... Absolut vodka at £9.99 a bottle. Asda kicks the ass of Tesco!
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| A favour... |
[08 Sep 2007|01:51am] |
If you have a spare minute or so, and don't use AOL to browse (cos it doesnt work cos of shared dynamic IPs), would you be so kind as to go here and vote on Rachael, third row down, last one on the right.
http://www.page3.com/roadshow/vote.php?setc=y&
She's my flatmate's girlfriend, and if she gets the contract I might get my fuckin flat back!
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[28 Aug 2007|12:42pm] |
Happy birthday to me!
Happy birthday to me!
Happy birthday to meeeeEEEEEE!
Happy birthday to me!
And while I feel like singing...
Spiderpig, Spiderpig,
Does what ever a spiderpig does.
Can he swing, from a web?
No he cant, he's a pig.
Look out, he is a spiderpig
DANCE WITH ME MY PRETTIES!
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| Blatent plea for assistance. |
[17 Apr 2007|04:51am] |
I need assistance. Due to impending promotional crap, I urgently need to find the names of large mainstream independent nightclubs nationwide. In total I need seven. They must be in the larger cities, of large capacity, not part of a huge chain, and not total dives.
Cities like:
London
Manchester
Newcastle
Birmingham
Brighton
Bristol
Leeds
Cardiff
Sheffield
Any thriving metropolis that isn't Liverpool
I know asking you folk about mainstream stuff isn't exactly tapping the chav market I'm kind of after, but any help would be HUGELY appreciated.
In addition, I am not dead, I am doing relatively well, all your concern is much appreciated but please stop worrying... there's no point in me ridding myself of worry if it's just gonna fall onto your shoulders instead, let's create a no worry zone!
Love to all you fiends.
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