Showing posts with label boredom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boredom. Show all posts
26 days of filmery!
Ok... so I've been utterly rubbish at keeping to my plan of updating this blog since exams ended, but now I've had a little while being at home, alone, no job and with no money to venture out I plan on actually sticking to it. My other plan is to have a 26 day film alphabet thingy to get my other blog started up again. The plan is each day I will watch a film beginning with a different letter of the alphabet, I'm working on the list tonight but will soon post my finished plan. Watch this space...
Random Blogging
I just re-remembered this blog, and have been updating my myspace one and not this even though it is far better, so I have decided to move my myspace blog to here and carry on blogging, for obviously no one else benefit but my own, as I am BORED!
Blogging through Boredom
Well I haven't blogged in agggeeesss. And I'm not much further on from what I was stressing about in my last post, apart from the fact that I'm not going to Cambridge and I'm not dropping anything, and Mr S is an annoying fool.
I'm so bored! I am currently sitting in my mum's classroom doing nothing... well apart from this. So bored.
Had a weird dream last night. Began in school (well supposedly my school but actually nothing like my school at all) and there was a new teacher who is someone I have never met before; he then started to hit on me and we were having a weird non-relationship, it sounds boring and weird but it was actually kind of funny. He was cool although a bit funny looking. I then woke up, because I had rolled onto the horrific sunburn I got yesterday that covers my back, with lord of the dance (yes the weird Hymn) stuck in my head. Finally got it out by singing scissor sisters and went back to sleep. The next dream I had, had Christopher Eccleston in it; and we were sitting in his dressing room, which was in a basement at the far corner and was kinda lonely and isolated. And we were just chatting randomly chatting, although he was being really distant and uninterested, which is probably how he would be if I met him but the point was this was my dream and I wasn't too pleased with that sort of behaviour in what could have been a really good dream.
These admittedly weren't my weirdest dreams. I may have to post the others as they are uber-odd.
I'm so bored! I am currently sitting in my mum's classroom doing nothing... well apart from this. So bored.
Had a weird dream last night. Began in school (well supposedly my school but actually nothing like my school at all) and there was a new teacher who is someone I have never met before; he then started to hit on me and we were having a weird non-relationship, it sounds boring and weird but it was actually kind of funny. He was cool although a bit funny looking. I then woke up, because I had rolled onto the horrific sunburn I got yesterday that covers my back, with lord of the dance (yes the weird Hymn) stuck in my head. Finally got it out by singing scissor sisters and went back to sleep. The next dream I had, had Christopher Eccleston in it; and we were sitting in his dressing room, which was in a basement at the far corner and was kinda lonely and isolated. And we were just chatting randomly chatting, although he was being really distant and uninterested, which is probably how he would be if I met him but the point was this was my dream and I wasn't too pleased with that sort of behaviour in what could have been a really good dream.
These admittedly weren't my weirdest dreams. I may have to post the others as they are uber-odd.
Cursed be the internet... and other tales
Ok… I’m really annoyed. My internet is down so I’m left sitting playing freecell (I’ve challenged myself to play every game and I’m up to 75 so far. Woo hoo. You are probably thinking…”how the hell are you managing to blog when you have no internet?”.. and the answer is I am typing it on word and I will post it later. Ingenious, no?
Talking of ingenious I have a fantastic money making scheme, which is easy enough that I can do it and requires a level of effort that most people wouldn’t bother with and therefore is ok to publish. There are quizzes all over the internet offering prizes for the highest scorers… this doesn’t include the pikey ones which cheat, I’m talking big companies and television programmes. Now these quizzes allow you to search to find the answers on the web. My plan is to sit and complete these quizzes, googling any answers I don’t know and so racking up a pretty high score. Now to get into the top prizes you need a very high score on many sites dependent on the obscurity of the questions; I, of course, have ample amounts of time to scout out answers and if I get an average of one answer a minute (obviously again dependant on difficulty) then it’ll take me 500 minutes… or 6 hours twenty minutes to get a score of 500. this may seem a lot but when you think about the prizes, this particular one amounting to a cost of about £100 then you are earning a reasonable sum for admittedly tedious labour.
Emily and I were talking today about Big Brother, after a rather pathetic discussion about why we guiltily enjoy it (Emily enjoys watching the “weak ones break” as she put it, and I the value as an experiment, looking into the human psych.). We then got onto a discussion about applying and how we should all bet and see who can get the furthest in the application; we then got onto whether we would actually go ahead with it if we got in, Emily immediately said she wouldn’t but I wasn’t sure. It’s ironic really because the only reason I wouldn’t is because what people would think of me, and the reason you go on big brother is for the fame. It would be interesting to see if I could use it to kick start an acting career and then shed my reality TV reputation; they’d probably be amazed that someone who would be sad enough to go on big brother had even a scrap of talent. This discussion lasted a little while, as we then went on to talk about my attributes that would make me a perfect candidate of big brother. Their checklist would be complete: personality disorder: Check; unpredictable: Check; confrontation: Check; socially abnormal: Check.
Talking of ingenious I have a fantastic money making scheme, which is easy enough that I can do it and requires a level of effort that most people wouldn’t bother with and therefore is ok to publish. There are quizzes all over the internet offering prizes for the highest scorers… this doesn’t include the pikey ones which cheat, I’m talking big companies and television programmes. Now these quizzes allow you to search to find the answers on the web. My plan is to sit and complete these quizzes, googling any answers I don’t know and so racking up a pretty high score. Now to get into the top prizes you need a very high score on many sites dependent on the obscurity of the questions; I, of course, have ample amounts of time to scout out answers and if I get an average of one answer a minute (obviously again dependant on difficulty) then it’ll take me 500 minutes… or 6 hours twenty minutes to get a score of 500. this may seem a lot but when you think about the prizes, this particular one amounting to a cost of about £100 then you are earning a reasonable sum for admittedly tedious labour.
Emily and I were talking today about Big Brother, after a rather pathetic discussion about why we guiltily enjoy it (Emily enjoys watching the “weak ones break” as she put it, and I the value as an experiment, looking into the human psych.). We then got onto a discussion about applying and how we should all bet and see who can get the furthest in the application; we then got onto whether we would actually go ahead with it if we got in, Emily immediately said she wouldn’t but I wasn’t sure. It’s ironic really because the only reason I wouldn’t is because what people would think of me, and the reason you go on big brother is for the fame. It would be interesting to see if I could use it to kick start an acting career and then shed my reality TV reputation; they’d probably be amazed that someone who would be sad enough to go on big brother had even a scrap of talent. This discussion lasted a little while, as we then went on to talk about my attributes that would make me a perfect candidate of big brother. Their checklist would be complete: personality disorder: Check; unpredictable: Check; confrontation: Check; socially abnormal: Check.