Actually, non-DW first.
( Non-Doctor Who )
( First Doctor Who dream )
( Second Doctor Who dream )
I just remembered another dream that I had and forgot to transcribe.
( This is it. )
Basically, that's what this post is about. I've never been in charge of stuff before and now I suddenly have to design a billion things. I think they should warn the VP of how many things they're going to have to design. it's reasonably okay, as I'm somewhat arty, but I still don't really understand colours or anything. If it comes to that, I'm boned. I just need to make sure to finish all this stuff before I run out of time.
Also, Sky Gilbert misplaced one of my Playwriting assignments so I need to rehand them all in to him if I want to boost my shameful Playwriting mark. Oh, for the days when I could get a mark of 94 in a Playwriting class. But seriously, I desperately need the extra two marks it's going to give me. Bah.
Also, I' doing a zine for my 2D SART class and it's going to be a DW story told from the point of view of the Master and the Doctor. The art on the cover has to be a print carved out of a lino block and I'm worried of how it'll turn out. It's going to be the Master on the back and the Doctor (Ten) on the front. I'll put it up on DA once I finish it. The cover and the innards, I mean. The innards will have art too, of course. It's a zine. That's what they're FOR. Anyway, I'm going to write the story next week which is also Reading Week for Guelph. Does anyone want to get together next week?
I'll also use this post to beg whoever sees this journal to read the Our Wacky Roommate story series that Paisley, Sharmy and I write because it's sort of actually funny. I dunno. I'm an attention whore. It's owr_fiction in my groups...
Marion...are you going to post the cookies?
Terribly childish, yes, but I seriously do NOT think they deserve to be crucified. Andrew Sachs has actually accepted their apology. They have both apologized numerous times, Russell has resigned from the BBC (and excuse me for thinking this, but there go any fame chances for the Band) and they are both very sorry. Honestly. This is being taken WAY out of hand. Added to this is the fact that the show was PRE-RECORDED. Wow. Seriously. Okay, and I think that's likely the last I'll say on that.
So! Today, Paisley and I made a bowl of pudding and then ate it in Astronomy. Is that whimsical enough for you all?
Also, when I was trying to get to bed last night, I couldn't because there were a bunch of British (and Irish) comedians in my head who WOULDN'T shut up. Eventually, I wrote down some of what they said. These are more effective if you read them in the accents of the people involved. The first one is also topical. They are both quite weird.
"Look, I'm not saying that Andrew Sachs is a kind of prostitute but I am heavily implying it."--Russell Brand (Oh dear.)
"Do you know how much people have to grow to become trees. They don't. They never become trees, which I think is a comment on our society."--Dylan Moran
I then had a dream in which Fry and Laurie were in drag and talking about chins and eyebrows.
I'll leave you with that.
"Oh my god," I say to Paisley. "That guy is my fashion hero."
"You should tell him that," jokes Paisley.
"I would, only he's just gone into that store," I say to Paisley. "I'm not going to follow him. That would be creepy!" So we walk out of the store and to the corner to wait for the light to change so we can cross and get our bus. And he comes out of the mall, straight towards us, obviously wanting to cross as well!
So I say to him emphatically, "You are my FASHION HERO." He looks shyly pleased and says, "Thanks." I realise now that he's got the sort of smile I really like in a guy. He holds out his hand, "Hi," he says. "I'm Charles."
"I'm Leah," I say, shaking his hand. Then, I can't think of anything else to say. Honestly. Loss for words. Clearly, he wants to keep talking because he's introduced himself but I honestly have no clue where to go after a whimsical introduction. So I smile kind of nervously back at him and sort of flee after Paisley across the road.
He gets on the same bus as us too, due to also going to Guelph, apparently. He is sitting somewhat further foward than us and I spent the whole bus trip trying to think of something to say when we get off at the same place, but am left completely stumped. We get off at pretty much the same time and nothing.
How do people do this?
I think this is probably why I don't meet guys. Or have ever had a boyfriend. Oh well. He was cute in a sort of indie way, with floppy brown hair and indie glasses.
Maybe I'll learn how to do things someday? I wish I had my mum's skill of easily talking about nothing for ages.
I hate you, Leah, for explaining grammar. Or math. Now I'm going through all my fanfiction and deleting every instance of a ~. The worst bit is that it SERIOUSLY fucks up the HTML and nothing works anymore.
Also: fanfiction.net has a new function. It takes down the statistics of my readers. It's terribly diverting. Apparently, my readers are from the following countries, in order of most frequent to least: USA, UK, France, Australia, Austria, Canada, Switzerland, Israel, Germany. Most people read Fresh and the second most read Silly. Both of my fluff fanfics. So much for my secret aspiration to be taken seriously as a real comedy writer. No, it's fluff for me all the way. My path seems so clear now.
Crap, I really need to do my uni readings. I'm so slack. I need motivation.
I think I've been waiting all this time because I meant to, like, do some huge back-post on Polaris. But I'm far too lazy. So here is the link to
maidm 's journal, written back at a reasonable time when it actually happened. I'll just add my own comment that it was utterly fantastic and I can't wait to do it next year. Hooray!
So, Guelph is cool. There are many jam sessions in Artz Haus which means I get to do piano and singing stuff sometimes.
Also, I've started a VERY silly project with my roommate Paisley. I might...um, if someone wants to know in particular I'll expand, I suppose.
I got a big Dalek poster and I'm still deciding whether I want to keep it after uni or if I want to give it to Hayley... I'll see how I feel come year's end.
My teachers are all fabulous although due to it being first year, I don't have very inventive courses. I am taking Astronomy, though. We'll have to see how that turns out. Luckily, it's a course for dumb art students like me. We will not, apparently, have to do much math. Which would upset some people, I'm sure, but not me.