I have gotten into the Oxford School of Drama Foundation for Acting Course. Meaning I will be doing a lot of this:

Yay. :D

I woke up today remembering most of my dream, and it was a pretty weird one though not the weirdest one I’ve ever had.

It involved people from my class in high school, us talking walking down the beach, then being in my room while a few of them sat on the ledge of my window. One of them then fell just as I was thinking of how terrified I would be if this happened. Then, another said “HEY, I’LL DO THAT TOO” and she fell screaming a scream she always tends to scream.

That’s when I ran downstairs and saw them walking around fine with blood on them and slightly broken legs, while the girl that decided to join in the falling had trouble getting up.

Then I was in Chinatown with 2 random fictional characters running away from a grandma until we found a passageway through which we crawled and then ended up somewhere. But I don’t remember where.

I think it had something to do with Pokémon.

satisfythecrave:

From model son, Norman Bates.

(via marioncotillard)

whenelegancebites asked: What time is tea time?

My great grandmother used to say it was at four o’clock. I remember a time, when my grandfather’s ex-wife’s illegitimate son’s daughter came over for tea. It was an unbelievably awkward situation, since my parents were preparing for tea time, but when my grandfather’s ex-wife’s illegitimate son’s daughter overheard that it was tea time, she believed it was tee time so she took out her Ram Golf Evolution Driver and then proceeded to throw my grandmother’s husband’s daughter’s son’s aunt to the ground as she screamed “IT’S TEA TIME, BITCH!” while waving the golf club furiously over her head.

‘Nuff said, it did not end well.

And this is why I do not celebrate tea time.

I mourn quietly instead.

This make me lol so hard.

whenelegancebites:

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful woman with an empty soul. One day, she came across a pond of jet black water, ever alluring in all its macabre beauty. Seduced by the dark reflective surface, she couldn’t help but lean in and…

THE END

This is a documentary film I made of our class’ Geneva trip in 2007. The trip was in 2007, not the film, as I finished making the film in 2009. And I’ve uploaded it online in 2011. If anyone had any doubts of my procrastination, here I give you irrefutable proof.

So basically I’m shamelessly advertising my own movie. Which is about my class. Which you should watch because you will obviously be fascinated by a group of teenagers mucking about in Switzerland and you will clearly get every inside joke while being amused by tiny details in everyone’s characters that you’d have to get by knowing that person personally. Yes, this is a movie that can be advertised to all demographics.

Click on the title to go to the video.

applesauce - a relish or dessert made of apples stewed to a pulp and sweetened

This applesauce is awesomesauce.

So, I haven’t been on here in ages, and I’m not even sure if anyone is even following me at this point, so I shall write this post for my own satisfaction. If it satisfies you too, I will be satisfied. Unless that satisfaction will come sexually, in which case I will be weirded out.

A lot has changed since my last post. I’m in Uni finishing my Foundation in Art course, moving onto an Animation course next year or a Foundation in Acting depending on whether I get places. Also, no more Smile For The Cow posts as my previous laptop completely malfunctioned, and all those photos went away. When I get my cow back, maybe I’ll do some more, but for now, no such luck.

So this is basically a HELLO and I HOPE I WON’T GO AWAY FOR MUCH LONGER BECAUSE MY FRIEND IS TELLING ME TO GET BACK TO TUMBLR AND KEEP UPDATING post. 

I had something else to say, but as always, it’s made it’s way out of my head through my ear and then committed suicide by jumping out. 

So, yeah, that’s it. Currently hard at work on a final piece and catalogue for the art exhibition that’s coming up, and as always lacking some motivation though some is building up. I’ll hopefully post more when I think of something - hopefully even today - but for now, this is my HELLO AND I SHALL TRY TO POST MORE post.

I’ll stop now cause I feel like I’m repeating myself.

So, we recently had our art exhibition at school and one of my works was an installation that involved a armchair (made of clothes I found on the street and then wrapped around with plastic to make an armchair), a box containing a teddy bear, a “We Are Friend’s” sign (misspelt because I found this ‘logo’ written on a shirt I found on the street), and a blanket I made myself (not the best sewing ever but it was just after my first time ever sewing on a sewing machine).

This resulted in my ‘Hobo Home’ or ‘Hobo Palace’ or however you or I wish to call it. (Maybe to add alliteration to ‘Palace’ it could be ‘Pedo Palace’ giving the “We Are Friend’s” sign a creepy vibe. And kind of making the teddy bear seem like Pedobear…)

But then when the art exhibition was over we had no space in our house to store my beloved couch and it had to go out and be thrown into the rubbish, becoming that which it already was made of. T’was a sad day.

Oh, yeah, there was an umbrella too.

And I’m so failing at my motivation.