Morogo's Notebook

Anyhow! They left without me, so I plan on being exceptionally cruel tomorrow morning and leave all the washing up!!! MUHAAHAAHAA! oh teh evilness.

On another note, I'm highly annoyed today, because my charger for my phone decided to break and when I took it too the carphone warehouse, as I had earlier predicted to a friend he tried to sell me a new phone, before testing a different charger to establish whether or not I had been right. Which I was. But it still cost £20 for a new charger. BOO!
Although the sales person - Kev. Was a very nice guy and seemed very rushed, so we did feel sorry for him and went to return a few hours later to present him with a doughnut, however, we got stuck in the queue and had to hurry back to the university to be on time for our lectures. Nonetheless! KEV the carphone warehouse man! WE LOVE YOU! And I intend at some point in the future to create the THE KEV APPRECIATION FANCLUB, on facebook.

Don't you just love facebook? Like most things on the internet it literally eats time raw.
I'm reading 'We' at the moment by Yevgeny Zamyatin, it's pretty awesome, I'm not sure if i like it as much as that other great dystopian fiction - 1984 but time will tell. I'm trying to get the HG Wells novels. Imparticularly 'The Time Machine'. Didn't like the remake they made. Loved the original film though, along with the original soundtrack of War of the Worlds. My brain, as if this weren't enough has more awesomeness to bare... continuing below...

Nanowrimo 2008. Yes National Novel Writing Month 2008, November 1st 00:01 start time. My fourth year running and hopefully 3rd year winning! But lets not get ahead of ourselves [But try and remember that November only has 30 days!! The last two years I've forgotten that minior detail, thinking there was 31, oh smerfs did that set me back. BUT never again!)4th time... so close to the land mark, this people, is what I've been waiting for since summer. Literally. And whats more - although as much as I do miss my parents, brother but mostly my cat, I won't have to worry about people going "Your computer tapping is too loud!" or "It's half past 3 in the morning go to sleep!" etc etc.

Can't wait, it's gonna be awesome.
And speaking of the awesome, Heath Ledger! Dark Knight! OMG could he have been any more perfect for the role as the Joker?! Now, I was a batman fan before any of the [NEW] films were even thought of, and always the Joker was my favourite of all characters. OF ALL TIME. and I am not kidding. Now, initially I thought oh kay, whats with the makeup and the scars? That is soo not right, and was a little bit irratated that they'd changed this, but by smerfs did it work, or did it work?! It was awesome.!

I think that's all the awesome things that have occured, or that I can remember... so I'll say chow for now!

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I'm so tired for which I blame the damn birds, which bring joyous music to world at an unearthly hours of the morning, ie 4.15am on the dot.
I'm also suffering the dreaded head spinning cold. Which means words don't form real sentences making little sense. I blame the cold on the air conditioning in the study room. IT IS LIKE THE ANTARTIC IN WINTER... (I have no geographical skills, so yeah ) it is so cold it is warmer outside in the shade. Plus they blow all the ugly germs around, so I have mix of the whole uppersixths cold. Excellent.

With only one and a half weeks to go until the first exam, ahh cold war! Which I've already done twice! Third time lucky? Who knows.

AHH! Last day of school EVER this FRIDAY!!!

Maybe, I'm just over sentimental and soppy today and haven't had enough sleep/ sugar as of recently, and perhaps I was crying at the sheer terrible predictality of the programme, but there I was merely minitues ago crying my eyes out at this programme and it's completely hilarous and if I ever live it down, I want some one to talk me back into sanity.

In other issues, there is 23 days left of sixth form ever. Less than a month of attendance left at a school I've been going to since I was 11. 7 years! It's just starting to sink in really, hitting home as it were, and what's more, is the actual nearness of the A2 exams. Freaky. My first being this month. On the 28/29th of April, when we perform our Drama scripted pieces [yes flowers for algernon, although I'm starting to like the way it's heading! Which is good ] but scary as anything, even if it is for only 20 minutes, and possibly the shortest exam ever taken [considering nearly all the rest of my exams are 2 and a half hours long!] yet 2 days before my first written exams, four in a row - History cold war, English Poetry and then History Lenin, and then Drama in context one in three consecutive days and two on the 4th June. My dear old mum has booked my brother, herself and me to go to blackpool as a break. Which is really cool, because we haven't been on holiday in like 2 years, and it'll be the last chance really before I go off to university. So I'll be putting on my speedy revision socks on. [Yes, yes I do have special socks for revising. They are excellent for my concentration! ] I've never been to Blackpool though, we've also brought tickets to go to the pleasure beach for all the rides and stuff, unfortuantly though, I'll be in a bunk bed with my brother, in the same room as mom, all well and good. HOWEVER! My Mum snores like no tomorrow, I talk in my sleep and little brother - whose not so little - is a little fidget. So although I've shot gunned the top bunk, it'll be more like a boat ride and I'll be the one needing the sea sickness tablets before you can say banana jamas sugar plum splat!

But it should be good, just so long as I revise plenty and all that jazz to get in to Portsmouth uni. I want to go there it's so nice...! Speaking of which... well, actually not, seeing as this is totally unrelated, it is now the Easter holiday. Yes we have already had Easter, and there is something quite wrong with it all, but I am not Amercian, I am firmly against the idea of the UK becoming the whatever number they've got up to state, and refuse to call it a spring break. So there.

I'm also against them taking the Britiannia off the 50pence piece! How dare they do such a thing! It's a 50p! Britianna! It's an outrage. I don't care that they've all ready introduced 'special fifty pences.' I should know, mum collects them! But I'm keeping a hold of Britannia 50p, AND I'm going to humm Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves....da da la la laa laa....

Yeah okay, whatever.

In other news of the not so interesting life of Cecil. I got my Wacum! WHOOP! Well technically I recieved it on the 12th, two days before the estimated date which I is so chuffed about. What I am not chuffed about is the ridiculously over sized card board box that it came in. All very well protecting it, but by smerfs, this thing was at least 5 times the size of the actual tablet!!! Also the fact that when it was delivered no one was home, so after getting back from school, I had to cycle the half hour journey to the Royal Mail Delivery Centre, to pick it up, [along with other stuff] in strong windy weather. [The kind that blows down trees in to the middle of the road and crashes up cars] and then come back up hill to come home with this ---> on the back of my bike
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NO FUN! Silly Postman! Didn't come till 11.30am. Who is home at 11.30am on a weekday??!!
The amazon box has the wacum tablet in it. Which is even more riduculas since the actual size of it is roughly 18 by 19 cm!
 aw well. I got my bamboo wacum so meeze is happez.

One thing though, off topic from the wacum, if anyone is going to purchase a made ready Velma Dinkley [Scooby Doo costume, DON'T. It's made of the most horrible see through plastic  ever thought up. And is definitly not a 'one size fits all.'  and it doesn't even come with the socks. Do you know how hard it is too find orange knee high socks?! Even Primark failed me on this and Ebay saved me. So next Friday [28th] is dress up day for the sixth form, and guess who I'm going as?!

Anywho. Happy Easter dudes. Don't eat too much choccie, though my brother doesn't like chocolate. He just has to be awkward. Hmpf. It's always pistaschio nuts instead. Urgh!

I finally got my bus shelter sweeney tood poster up. It takes up an entire wall.  Tis humungus! Ebay sellers should put photos in propotion to other stuff not just across the floor.  Like this see-->
Crazy ness!

Anywho must be off, a the cecilsenses are telling me there is fish fingers sandwiches are destroying the kitchen. I must go and -- *dispose* of them !

/Begin Rant./
As an A-level student, should I feel slightly insulted that a GCSE text has been chosen for us to perform for our final practical exam? Yes. I think I am, and I'm not easily offended. But all in all my experience of Alevel Theatre Studies has been shite.
Now, I would not mind, yet in my absolute honest opinion, I don't like this play, in my honest belief it is the worst pile of sentimental crap that ever made it into the published and performed world.

Admittedly the storyline is OK. But it is for GCSE students, not even that! It is a discontinued GCSE text! Last used [at my school] in the grand old year of 1998.

Nothing HAPPENS. There's a dumbass guy, has operation, gets sentimentally attached to a lab mouse, gets smart, falls in love, mouse dies, he gets dumb again, and everyone cries abit. Oh and please put some flowers on Algernons grave. But, I'm OK with all this. Even though I wanted to do Fear and Misrey of the Third Riech, which is much more dramatically challenging piece. But I was reassured that the teacher did not want to see this play again, and with two girls having been in Brecht style in the previous practical examination and my general 'trying not to be argumentative' guess who gets there own way? But then what happens? A group in the other class get to do the stupid Brecht play. And what's more, the girl who really wanted to do 'Flowers for Algernon' and was rather persistant in this, and really determined to be quite disagrable may not be able to take part due to illness. So NOW, I don't even get to be the part[s] [I had the rest of the characters which I wanted to be! I have to be stupid Miss Kininnian. Which I am persistantly told is good, because it's a larger role. 

As you maybe able to tell, I am ever so slightly peeved off with the whole damn thing, and considering the amount of stress that was caused over the devised in November [SO many arguments, I would just come home and cry.] and wonder why the hell I am actually doing drama. But of course, you have to make the best of these things haven't you! Yes. Because it's all about making the overall majority happy, and because it is 4/3 to 1. I understand I'm fighting a losing corner, and resigned We shall be, going to be, WILL be doing 'Flowers for Algernon'. OH the fantastic, praised be, 'Flowers for Algernon'

Yes I am probably being adolsent and rather 'throwing the toys out of the pram' right now, but I is NOT happy, and want to apolgiese if my 'PC' ness has slipped. And that I am ranting a fair old bit. Yet, since I'm not being listened too anywhere else, and as always the annoying "Keep your chin up kid! Your an actor, work it too your advantage" line is repeated. It is slowly more and more aggravating. I don't wish to lose it at the group and cause tension. And none of this is helped by the stupid allergic reaction I am having to plasters. My whole ankle and finger have entirely swollen, and incredibly itchy.
/End Rant.

Sleep... I need sleep... I hate work, they make me get up for 8.00 just so I can arrive at 9.00. BOO! But they pay good... so it's good?

... Completly off track record... SO, I have purchased a Wacom Bamboo One. Which had very good specs, free Artrage [copycat of Photoshop type thing I guess] and all the gadgets for £34.99, which can't be that bad, and I suppose I can convince myself that the pain in shoulder is RSI [OH the paranoia of a hypochondriac] oh the beginnings of due to the evils of 'THE MOUSE' but then. I have a touch pad not a mouse.  Oh the d'oh.

I guess if worst comes to worse there is always Ebay!

Although, Ebay as wonderful as it is. Can only tempt the compulsive happy hunger and very sleepy buyer more so, as was proved by buying a 6ft bus shelter poster of the Sweeney Todd film. It's taller than me! And still in the case! There should a law that no one should purchase anything over the internet after a certain hour. Even though it's only coming up to 9... 8O. That's crazy! Still recovering from the history all nighter I guess, but anyway, I will update futher about the trauma of purchasing the Bamboo One Tablet when it arrives *hopefully* on the 14th o' March. Never the less, free postage! You got to remember the little things! It's all about the little things

And coming up... the University Craze!

It is! It's crazy! So many things to do! Every so often it quitens down and you have nothing to do but wait for somthing and you know. Work, and then it all comes along at once!  But it's on a quiet stage now, after last week, or still this week, but you get the gist. It's was my audition, then it was getting the response, and then it was replying to them all. All in all it's been a Uni ran week, especially with the exam results coming out an all as well! Soo many tears. Not from me. But so many tears. I heard back today about the outcome of said audition with Portsmouth, an lucky me got a conditional offer. It's been SQUEE! All day! So happy, and now replied, Portsmouth firm and then after a short wrestling match between Bath Spa and Winchester for the insurance choice Winchester won. But Portsmouth fingers crossed get the grades and yay!

Can't wait! Can wait to go to work, I'm in laundary. LOVELY!  and I can also wait until Monday, and Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday. Can't wait until Friday, cause the Bamboo comes then! [If it doesn't me will no happy.] and can wait til saturday cause I'm working again, but can't wait til Sunday, cause then it's close friends 18th. Crikey for the Party time. Just come back from one last night! Singing on the good old Karaoke! Next morning, can I speak? NO!  But it was still fun! And my boss laughed at me. Oh and lest I forget, 7UP is not good for dry thoarts. It makes them ten million times worse, then singing, [considering I can't sing anyway!] is not a good pick 'n' mix display!

Well, I'm off now, to basically collapse to feet from my desk onto me bed, it's calling, calling so I must -

- sleep waving.

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Cecil