RULES:
1. Put your music player 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?
Mahler:symphony No. 5, 4th movement, Adagietto.
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Team mate.
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Oasis
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Out of the sinking.
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Ripples.
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Love changes everything.
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Iv'e got to see you again.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Ms. Jackson
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
The message
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?
Who killed love.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Rags.
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Alibi.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da.
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
I told the truth.
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Goin up to Memphis.
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Make you feel My Love.
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Heartbreak Hotel (Live).
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Track 76- rock guitar for dummies.
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Ray Charles
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Lolipop
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Run.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Girls in Times Square, page 282.
"I know she's not looking as well as she used to. But I'm telling you, something happens to beautiful people. They think that something extra is owned to them by life, by God, by all people around them. They think their life has to be better, more dramatic, happier - in colour, not in black and white."
"Everyone wishes their life were happier."
Lily shook her head. "No. Not like beautiful people. They walk on the earth, their chin up to the rest of us, and think that great happiness, great love, great joy is their right and their prerogative. Passion as the entitlement of the rich." Lily paused. "Especially when it comes to love. Beauty and love become somehow synonymous. How can plain people have great love? They can't, that's how. They can have average love, mediocre love, but their hearts can't soar. Only beautiful hearts can soar."
"I know she's not looking as well as she used to. But I'm telling you, something happens to beautiful people. They think that something extra is owned to them by life, by God, by all people around them. They think their life has to be better, more dramatic, happier - in colour, not in black and white."
"Everyone wishes their life were happier."
Lily shook her head. "No. Not like beautiful people. They walk on the earth, their chin up to the rest of us, and think that great happiness, great love, great joy is their right and their prerogative. Passion as the entitlement of the rich." Lily paused. "Especially when it comes to love. Beauty and love become somehow synonymous. How can plain people have great love? They can't, that's how. They can have average love, mediocre love, but their hearts can't soar. Only beautiful hearts can soar."
I now have 19 school days left until study leave - the pressure is building everyday. My first exam is on the 1st of May, which is my german aural. I then have my art exam on the 3rd and 4th, and it's scary how much work i need to do between now and then. I break up on the 17th May, so the day my study leave starts is the day I have my citizenship exam. Study leave has been pretty much reduced to one week, not including half term. I guess this benifits students who work better at school, but I haven't worked out how it will benefit me yet. I am pretty sure I work best at my own desk, with my lap top, slippers, and a cup of tea, so I will continue to look forward to that time... However, I am wondering whether my uniform gets me in the frame of mind for work... but i'm not a kinesthetic learner - maybe that wouldn't work. Nah, I will stick to my slippers.
I have two weeks in which i have 11 exams, so thats gonna be tough. I am allready starting to give up other things to fit in more revision, which i don't like doing really but i think it is neccessary. It's weird to think that my whole schooling, 13 years, or somewhere close, is ending like this. With exams. This is what the last 13 years has been leading up to. I hope that my last day before study leave will be fun, and not too weighed down by the subconscious exam pressure that seems to be creeping into my fibers.
I have two weeks in which i have 11 exams, so thats gonna be tough. I am allready starting to give up other things to fit in more revision, which i don't like doing really but i think it is neccessary. It's weird to think that my whole schooling, 13 years, or somewhere close, is ending like this. With exams. This is what the last 13 years has been leading up to. I hope that my last day before study leave will be fun, and not too weighed down by the subconscious exam pressure that seems to be creeping into my fibers.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Here are some photos of some paintings that i took in Weymouth, last week. I wasn't really supposed to take photos in the gallery, so shhh! But i really like them - they are by a guy called Trevor Lawrence. The use of colour gives the paintings life - when you see them up close you can see how thick the paint is, some of them are almost bas relief. Some of the photos i took are a bit blury, and really don't do the paintings any justice, but here they are:
There are a couple more, but they are the wrong way round, so you will have to bare with me until i work this out... (I'm re-learning on a mac):
There are a couple more, but they are the wrong way round, so you will have to bare with me until i work this out... (I'm re-learning on a mac):
Sunday, April 15, 2007
A recent discovery at tonights Fishfood: the founder of the Mormons, was called Joseph Smith, and Joseph Smith said that God gave one of his sons a planet. This planet was named Glob - turn it around, and you get BLOG!
Don't worry, we do have some sensible conversations at Fishfood. Usually about pregnancies, moths, cigars...
Don't worry, we do have some sensible conversations at Fishfood. Usually about pregnancies, moths, cigars...
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Yesterday, I experienced being both in a working class enviroment, and a very prestigious upper one. I spent the last few days holiday-ing with family in the Newforest; we stayed on a caravan sight, in a caravan that had been given the 'Rose caravan award' of 2007 - it had the sticker proudly placed in the front window. I have no idea what a caravan has to have to get the 'Rose caravan award' of 2007, but my guess is, not alot. However, despite the small spaces and the bad curtains, the caravan became our humble home for four days, and we lovingly set upon it it's own nick name - 'the Chav-a-van'. The teenagers counted wearing hot pants, gold chains, and, well, not much really, were numerous, and after the first day, i began to feel that i wasn't going to fit in. On the other hand, geting away from exam time tables, and maybe just this place in general, was a nice thing, and the weather was beautiful all week. It was fun, and i think the holiday was deffently more about who you are with, rather than where.
It took us approx. two hours to get home, and on the way, we stopped off at Goodwood to get something to eat. We had spent the previous monday there, participating in a track day, and we knew we could get food there whatever was happening. Our original plan was to maybe eat at the NAAFI van, (the Goodwood, general food van) but as it was not open Dad decided that we were going to go to Goodwood House to eat, as we had every right to, and there was no dress code. About a mile down the road, we parked in the car park - there were endless rows of VERY expensive cars, and we had an audi with a bike rack, and a top box. I was dressed in grey jogging leggings, and dungarees - when i entered the reception bit (which was actually a hall!) i could see hats, expensive walking sticks, fur coats and the like, all in order. It was fun, but it felt like i had to sit straight and talk proper. The place where we ate was called The Kennels and you could bring your dog in. Goodwood likes dogs, and so did our waiter. What was weird was that he brought Jaspa a tea towel, and a wooden bowl full of water - the kind of bowl you probably wouldn't give a kid for fear of ruining it - but the waiter gave it to Jaspa. Was a tad bizaar.
I dont mean to criticise both places, but i am glad of a normal, humble home, in which we dont have to say 'hip hop!' or wear gold hot pants. I guess whatever amount of money you have, if you have the Lord, he keeps you humble, which is a good thing.
It took us approx. two hours to get home, and on the way, we stopped off at Goodwood to get something to eat. We had spent the previous monday there, participating in a track day, and we knew we could get food there whatever was happening. Our original plan was to maybe eat at the NAAFI van, (the Goodwood, general food van) but as it was not open Dad decided that we were going to go to Goodwood House to eat, as we had every right to, and there was no dress code. About a mile down the road, we parked in the car park - there were endless rows of VERY expensive cars, and we had an audi with a bike rack, and a top box. I was dressed in grey jogging leggings, and dungarees - when i entered the reception bit (which was actually a hall!) i could see hats, expensive walking sticks, fur coats and the like, all in order. It was fun, but it felt like i had to sit straight and talk proper. The place where we ate was called The Kennels and you could bring your dog in. Goodwood likes dogs, and so did our waiter. What was weird was that he brought Jaspa a tea towel, and a wooden bowl full of water - the kind of bowl you probably wouldn't give a kid for fear of ruining it - but the waiter gave it to Jaspa. Was a tad bizaar.
I dont mean to criticise both places, but i am glad of a normal, humble home, in which we dont have to say 'hip hop!' or wear gold hot pants. I guess whatever amount of money you have, if you have the Lord, he keeps you humble, which is a good thing.
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