My Philosophical view.

Okay, I came up with this the other day and I'm not really sure how to postulate it in the correct way. But I'll try. Becca got it. But then, we are sometimes on the same wavelength.

"As a teenager I feel I know myself and am aware of all things. However, I am also aware of the view that teenagers think they know everything when they don't. Therefore, I am able to tell myself not to be silly and to realise that I don't know everything. I believe that this is a clever thing to be able to understand. However, that in itself is a teenage thing to think. I think that I know that as a teenager I am silly and have not reached my true potential, but this is consequentially, me thinking I know everything so therefore is a total contradiction and begins a cycle. As a result of this, it is impossible to know, as a teenager, whether what we are thinking is correct or not. It is impossible to know anything in your teenage years!"

Ya get me? Probably not. That's not a very eloquent way of portraying it! But, on a slightly less intellectual note, Rhiannon and I booked our holiday to Crete today!!! I am so excited. A little worried of the notorious reputation but we're sensible and not yobs so we'll be okay...hahahaha! Yeah, it'll be good. I am excited!
Sally x

France Culture.

   This is the name of the French radio station I am currently listening to and trying to make influence me. It's so odd, I spend half my life doing French and speaking in French and thinking about French but I'm still not very good! It's weird; I wish I was a lot better. Anyway, Heathy baby, I hope you read this tonight! I am blogging because I haven't in a while and Heather needs something to send her off to sleep!
   My friends asked me to be in their Film Studies coursework, haha! I am so scared. It's all "the lads" and they want to do a film noir style so I'd be a femme fatal. How exciting! That sort of thing makes me feel so self conscious though; just me and a load of boys and no audience. All very intimate and therefore, intense! But, bless them, they'll have to act too so it'll be okay. J'espere!
    Rhiannon and I are STILL sorting out our holiday. It's taking bloody ages! Basically, we can't decide quite where to go. Rhiannon wants to party on down so we looked at places like Malia and Zante but they're unfortunately too expensive for our lowly part time job wages and also kind of scary; we've been reading reviews involving the words "fight" and "rape". However, Turkey has been getting gorgeous reviews from teenagers and we found this beeeeeautiful 4* hotel today on the coast where there are loads of bars and a good climate and the currency is Turkish lira (please excuse spelling if it's wrong!) so things shouldn't be too expensive! WOOOO. We shall book it tomorrow if we can get Rhiannon's mum to sign it in her name as neither of us are eighteen, bugger.
    I'm going to see the local panto on Thursday! I am soooo excited. I always get really excited when I see a play with my friends in it! I don't know why. I think it's because I feel special and somehow manage to kid myself that they're all trying to impress me and only me. How egotistical can you get?! I am ridiculous - that's weird, my friend just told me that she'd been talking about me on the phone, I am worried! - in that sense. I also started to eat healthily today; HAHAHAHA it failed. My relationship with food is getting insane, I just love it so much! I am such a weirdo. And a nerd, there are so many plays I must read and I'm so excited.
    This has been a bit of a shoved together blog and for that I am very sorry. I didn't really have a major issue to discuss! The only other things are that I haven't started Macbeth rehearsals yet and I haven't even got my script. It's awful! I also REALLY need to do more planning on Year Seven production but it's not fair, there are four of us and someone else can do something. Lastly, mocks are very soon. Very, very soon! I am terrified. My French oral will epitomise shit. Even more than a happy family with a dog. That's kind of an in joke but anyway who understands me should understand. Au revoir tout le monde!
Sally x
  

Decorating insanity.

   I really shouldn't be writing this. As in, I have a ton of French I need to do for tomorrow! I have instead been tidying and then redecorating and then throwing stuff out of my room. It's ridiculous! Can I not even focus on one task? I haven't even finished that before starting to write this! I had such a good idea for something to write on my blog today but I can't remember what. Firstly, I must apologise for not blogging since Monday. I have just either forgotten or not had time! I went back to dancing and aerobics on Tuesday; I still ache slightly now but we're doing the Charleston in jazz and this like, police style lyrical dance. I don't know how to explain; it's mysterious and sly but still graceful, it's brill! Rhiannon and I are ALMOST there planning and booking our holiday. After so much hassle it seems we may be there! Not that my flirtatious nature with the nice man in Thomas Cook managed to get us to this position, haha. He rang me today and left a message. His voice is gorgeous! I am honestly such a little girl at the moment. A hint of an attractive man of any sort just sends me giggling! It's silly. I really, really shouldn't be doing this! It keeps hitting me. It's ten o'clock and I should be doing Francais!
   Tomorrow, we're off to Tacos Locos (don't tell Zoe, it's a surprise for her birthday!!!) which will be looooovely. It's such a "random" (I detest that word, hence quotes) group of girls going but some have ID so we can drink until cocktails come out of our ears! We're going all out in nice dresses and heels. Well, I am anyway, haha! So looking forward to it. This is the reason I'm tidying my room actually, because Heather and Beth are coming to "ma crib" to get ready! I hope you're happy biatches. However, I do have work at eight in the morning the next day. Bum. This means I have to get up at around half six. That is earlier than a school day! No wonder I am always late for school. I feel awful! I really don't mean to; the bath just gets me and makes me fall asleep. Despite my attempts to stay awake! I always end up missing the three early buses and having to get the slightly later one which gets stuck in the horrendous traffic. Whoops! Anyway, yeah, so that's me for the day I think. I shall try to do lots of good blogs on Sunday when I can maybe relax a little! Have a lovely weekend.
Sally x

Brecht and being pessimistic about marriage in French.

   Today we went to see an hour long version of Mother Courage and Her Children by Brecht. Yeah, I liked it! It's kind of easy acting though because it's so musical styled and is just SOOOO obvious. Some of the boys' school were there too so it was nice to see some of the boys from the year above who I hadn't seen in a while. Not a huge Brechtian fan and I'm a bit shit at it and it reminds me of my youth so that's probably why. Oh god, I have really show my pessimism today! My poor unsuspecting French teacher decided to involve us all and make us debate in French our views on marriage thinking that we, as a class of girls, would love the thought of a traditional marriage. Oh god no! Emily and I spent the whole lesson rambling on, talking about how it was stupid and we'd get sick of other people and divorce isn't worth it and times change and everyone should just get over it. To be honest, I contradict myself all the time so my view will probably change tomorrow but you know, whatever. I'm teenage; we're allowed to not know ourselves yet! Another argument we had this morning, about when the correct age to marry is. It's sixteen with parental permission at the moment; YOU FUCKING WHAT?! As if.
   Anyway, I'm ridiculously tired and need to talk about Glee but can't really be bothered. Yeah, I liked that too. It was really good! God, I swear I'm bipolar. Yesterday I rambled on for aaaages using words like amazingly and love and stuff and today I'm so trivial. Oh well! Bonne nuit, I'm going to read David Tennant's biography in bed. I get a lie in on Tuesdays YESSS so that's nice when the rest of the fam are out HAHA! Then just a single of Philosophy followed by triple Drama. I have dancing after though; don't let me forget my ballet shoes. Night!
Sally x

The King's Speech.

   Yesterday was my first day back at work after five weeks! I only work on Saturdays because of school during the week and I'd had glandular fever for two weeks and then booked three Saturdays off for Christmas as holiday. So it's not all bad, I'm not a lazy shit! Anyway, work was actually really nice. I am a receptionist in a hotel and we usually get some grumpy people grumping at us unfairly because there's no one else to grump at! However, yesterday morning was so quiet with a bit of an increase in hype in the middle of the day and then quiet again but every single guest that checked in was lovely and it was just an enjoyable day! I then met my friends for dinner. We went to Ask which was nice, I haven't been there in about a thousand years! It's completely the opposite to Pizza Express in an Italian restaurant because it does quite a few veggie pasta options and only one veggie pizza where as Pizza Express does NO veggie pasta options and lots of veggie pizza options! I suppose the clue is in the name but I mean come on, no veggie pasta options? That's practically medieval. They're losing customers and it's silly and pointless! Oh yeah, I don't know if I've mentioned that I'm a vegetarian. Well, yes, I am and I always have been and I really like being one. It's a tad healthier, I don't feel guilty and I've never tasted meat so no I don't feel I'm missing anything. I get all my protein from meat substitutes, I am perfectly healthy in that aspect and the only thing perhaps bartering my health is my love for crap food like apple pies, cakes, chocolate and crisps which is nothing to do with vegetarianism haha. If a cow killed my family, no, I would not eat it. Yes, I have been asked this question before. Firstly, a cow would not kill my family, secondly, why would my first instinct be to eat it when I'd be grieving? and thirdly, if a murderer killed your family, would you eat them? So yes, I enjoyed Ask immensely. It is also ridiculously easy for seventeen year olds to order wine with their meals in restaurants if they act confident and smile. Just saying! Okay, here's the highlight of my blog:
   After eating, we went to see The King's Speech at the Odeon. It was beautiful! That sounds very exaggerated but my English teacher burst into our classroom on Wednesday morning - that was weird, I just got distracted and looked up where to get the best coffee in Canterbury and I can't remember why I was inclined to do so; the answer was either Cafe St Pierre or Cafe Cultura if you wanted to know - and gushed about what an amazingly moving film it was with incredible acting. She was absolutely right! It was fantastic.  I was incredibly, incredibly impressed by Colin Firth who was playing King George the Sixth or Bertie as he was also known. He must have done so much research and gained extortionate amounts of background knowledge about stammers before he could play that part. It must have been so hard to act as a man with a stammer and have to pretend you had to learn to speak properly when you already could and be able to show the progress. I was just so impressed! I can't imagine doing that as an actor, I'd love to be able to try. Helena Bonham-Carter as his wife was beautiful in her role as always with her exquisite posh voice. She looked stunning as well! It's been a long time since she's played a normal character without being evil and a bit mad looking. She just looked like a genuine Queen! Stunning. The man playing the speech therapist, Lionel, I hadn't actually ever seen before. I don't actually think it would've been a very hard role to play but he did it so well! It was such a poignant relationship between him and Bertie and I just loved it. The film itself is very quiet. There's no action; it's simply a man learning to overcome his speech impediment. It was slow in places and many, many people would get bored but I LOVE films like that. It's similar in style to The Girl With A Pearl Earring (coincedentally also featuring Colin Firth!) but with a lot more speech because obviously, that was one of the main features. There were also elements of humour, I adored the scene when Bertie learned he didn't stammer when he swore so he and the speech therapist were just shouting every single swear word under the sun, it was HILARIOUS. Rhiannon and I were practically weeing ourselves! A very sweet little thing about the film was the girl who plays Karen in Outnumbered as a young Princess Margaret, she was just so cute with her little posh voice. Anyway, there are many other things I could say but I need to get ready to go out! Have a lovely day.
Sally x

Grump.

Yes, I'm in a grump. I don't really know why! School is stressful and I will fail my exams. Especially French! I also have an eight and a half hour day at work tomorrow. Blurghhh! I just don't want to go haha. I love school despite its stress and hate work. That's the way it goes! This isn't going to be long because I'm just not in the mood unfortunately. However, during certificate afternoon, the head teacher said she liked my earrings and my English teacher liked my hair being dark brown. Although she's seen it many times bless her, oh well!
Sally x

Educating Rita.

This play is possibly my favourite play. It's written by Willy Russell who also wrote Blood Brothers and a play called One for The Road that my mum auditioned for! It's just such a beautiful play and is all about literature and the English language so naturally, je l'aime. See the interesting contrast there? I talked about loving the English language...in French. Haha!
    Anyway, Rita is this beautiful twenty six year old Scouser hair dresser who is just SO WITTY and so intelligent. She goes to the Open University to learn because she wants to find herself and she meets Frank, her alcoholic tutor who she describes as a geriatric hippie. The first time Frank sets her an essay, the question is something like "How could one overcome the staging difficulties in Ibsen's Peer Gynt?". Rita answers with "Do it on the radio." I'm sorry but that is just hilarious! It's so, so clever because it's just ridiculously true. It's a completely valid answer; how could you fault it? Oh and believe you me, I have wanted to "do a Rita" in many of my essays!
    Okay, so what I love most about the play is that there's this underlying romance/sexual tension throughout the scenes. I mean Frank CLEARLY fancies Rita a bit; he thinks she's gorgeous and Frank manages to change Rita and so she just obviously fancies him a bit too. It's just so good! I got reminded of this play when I wrote the word assonance in my last post. There's this part when Frank tries to explain assonance to Rita but she's just like "assonance is getting the rhyme wrong". Which to be honest, it is! It's just that no one would ever say that. They'd come up with some long winded explanation to describe it as a meaningful literary technique which yes, it is but it's also just...a wrong rhyme.
     Rita is the character I would love to play more than any character in the whole wide world (except possibly Elizabeth Bennet or Hermione Granger). I'm not sure I could do her justice because she's just SO AMAZING but I would try. I'm not sure I could EVER be as good as the fantastic Julie Walters though. She plays Rita in the film and she's an inspiration. She's just got the perfect cheeky Rita grin that gets you everytime and the on-screen chemistry between her and Michael Caine as Frank is just stunning. Oh, my heart's beating just thinking about it! I need to read the play again but I haven't got a copy and mum threw my video away when the video machine started to eat all the tapes it was getting so ancient. I must buy a copy of the play and a copy of the DVD asap! Anyway, that's Educating Rita for ya. There's an example of an actual rhyme, not assonance. Oh and here's a picture of that pure chemistry between Frank and Rita in the film that I was talking about. That some people think doesn't even exist. But it soooo does.

Sally x

CJ.

This is CJ from Eggheads. He honestly just isn't a real person! He is such an aggravating character. He seems to know so much but gets ridiculously grumpy if he doesn't know it when it's perfectly obvious he won't know everything. He's excessively arrogant and just smirks at the poor contestants on the other team! I really don't like CJ. This is why I need University Challenge back; in order to gain my fix of intellectual quiz show! Please, don't make me put up with CJ any longer. There is always Mastermind though. John Humphreys is really cute!
Sally x

Unwritten essays.

   This title is supposed to be a bit of a paradox. I most definitely should be writing a Philosophy essay this very second, hence title but instead shall continue to write this blog which could constitute as an essay. Clever, huh? No, I know. However, it is being written at the demand of dearest malade Katie Tottman and probably as a nice little bed time story for grumpy Heather May. So really it's more of a priority than aforementioned essay! Yeaaaah. These next paragraphs will bear no relevance and will just be brief accounts of "stuff" I have observed today:
   It's weird isn't it how my brother and I have very little in common. We barely talk and I'd never refer to him as my friend when other siblings are just ridiculously close! But then today, dad rang and I just asked him if he'd made friends and if people were being nice to him, you know, as you do because I want to make sure he's okay and then Nick (mon frere - I know I'm missing the grave accent, I just don't know how to do one) gets the phone and asks him precisely the same questions as I did. Haha! Weird.
   I kicked the day off with double Ethics with the dear old German hamster who is beginning to grow on me. It was alright, we're planning our medical ethical investigations and so she did a whole double lesson on abortion stuff. It was so fun to realise that Christians predominantly don't believe in abortion because of "the sanctity of life" (the idea that it would be doing something that only God should control ie, taking life.). Their reasoning is nothing to do with the effect it could have on the female or the child's life when it's born. Oh the humour! I am always particularly vocal with my views in Philosophy and Ethics haaa and I produce some rather fervent head gestures as well as to whether I agree or disagree.
    In French, the teacher wasn't there (and neither was my Katie :( :( ) so we had a chat. I'd love to say we practiced for our orals or discussed current issues in French but to be honest, we just didn't. We talked about people on drugs and how scary it is, the supreme difference between private schools, grammar schools and state schools, dads thinking they're cool, drunken events and tomorrow's certificate evening. Emily has to sit on her own because she's getting a special award, haha! It was brilliant.
     I then had my Year Seven drama club. Today I concluded that they are stupidly loud, obsessed with death and fighting. They're all female and aged between eleven and twelve. I am slightly scared of them! However, it was extremely cute how excited they became when I told them the plan for Alice In Wonderland and you always get the odd few stealing glances at you whilst they're acting, trying to impress you because you're the teacher and hoping you'll glance at them. I know this because I used to kill myself doing it! When you actually are the teacher though, you prefer not to look at any of them whilst they're rehearsing and just wait until they produce the madness that is their "performances" at the end. Adorable! When I was leaving, there were a few wobbling along in front of me excitedly asking each other who they were going to audition for. I felt so proud and responsible! Bless them.
     After this, I popped to work to check my Saturday shift. The hotel is dead and my shift is eight til four!!! Early start but at least an early finish. You've got to have some sort of compromise! Oh, on my way there I saw a man selling key rings to fund holidays for disabled children. He was dressed as Batman and was absolutely drenched. Naturally, I made sure he knew all about where my money was going and how it would benefit by giving him a good grilling and then bought one. He called me smiley! What a nice man. I then missed the bus after finding out my shift times but luckily saw my friend Jack so we had a nice chat. Oh, that's assonance! Chat and Jack almost rhyme. Okay, maybe not. I then got the bus, trundled home in the rain, plonked on the sofa and haven't really moved since. I have read my book and watched numerous episodes of Come Dine With Me whilst Twitter bitching about the stupid cow who was so up her own bottom it was ridiculous.
     I still need to finish reading my Medical Ethics chapters, write my Philosophy essay and then sort out my certificate evening outfit. We have to wear a white shirt and black skirt; I am going to customise with extravagant jewellery to show I am not a conformist. Bonne nuit tout le monde. Oh, and Heather; cheer up sexy pants :)
Sally x

Custard creams.

    I think I'm addicted to them. I honestly do! This always happens. We get ANY new type of biscuit in the house and I form a brand new addiction. This time it's custard creams! This is not actually going to be the predominant feature in my blog today; I just thought it'd look like a cool title. I was actually going to talk about the first day back to school.
   I started the day oh so well. I went to bed late last night and so naturally couldn't be bothered to transport various essays from laptop to home computer in order to print them off. This meant I had to that this morning and pack my school stuff whilst making myself look half decent. In this area, I failed but luckily, I didn't miss the bus which was nice and even more luckily there was no-one there who I had to talk to so my iPod and I shared a long journey wrapped up in each other. School was nice; I really do like it! In English we did a nice Tennyson poem; ooo it were pretty and very though provoking. Then I had Drama in which we did a few Stanislavsky exercises. I really wish I wasn't so tired and hadn't just exhausted my brain power sorting out Year Seven production stuff (more about that in a sec). Anyway, for those of you who don't know, Stanislavsky is a Russian practioner who believes in basically, real life acting. As in acting that doesn't look like acting. If you get me. This really is only brief!!! Today, we did an exercise in which we all had to envisage ourselved walking through a door. We pictured the situation in our heads, developing it and creating a character and a reason for them wanting to go through aforementioned door. We then all had to, when we felt the time was right, get up and act this out in our various spaces in the room. It was very, very surreal! Stanislavsky believes in an impulse which basically means that when the actor feels the time is right and doesn't even have to think about doing something but it is just utterly compelled to do it, they have mastered the art of impulse acting. Anyway yeah, we didn't know this until after the exercise! It was so strange because as I was sitting in my chair, I began to feel myself feeling like my character and taking on all her characteristics. My face began to creep into a smile and my heart started beating so hard at the thought of what was on the other side of the door! My stomach almost lurched with the adrenaline my character was experiencing and before I knew it, I was up and acting out (but not really because I was my character) walking through the door with the character and situation I'd imagined. What was even more surreal was that some of the others had felt EXACTLY the same way. SPOOKY!
    At the end of the day I had French which was much nicer than I expected. Both teachers were in jolly moods and I have decided to try RIDICULOUSLY hard in French from now on so I even offered to read. Woo!
    Lastly, I got home and decided to start planning this year's Year Seven production. We decided to do Alice In Wonderland because it's got lots of fun characters and is hopefully something eleven and twelve year olds will enjoy! I've been in it twice; once when I was eleven as Alice's sister and then again when I was fourteen as the Mad Hatter and loved it both times! However, I've just cut all the songs because there is no way I'm teaching them the harmonies and what ever, haha. So yeah, I found myself a cheeky little script; spell checked it, edited it, cut bits to make it shorter and generally just sorted it out. I was having a bit of a creative burst at this point so I went through the script and wrote out a character list in order of appearance so the girls can see which characters are available for them to play. Then, I wrote out a letter explaining how the audition process for the girls would go that can be put in each of the Year Seven forms' registers and finally, I scoured the script for three audition pieces; one for one person, one for a pair and one for three people. Each of appropriate length with a bit of background information of the story up to that point to avoid confusion! Now all that's left to do is decide with the others when to hold the auditions, book the drama room for the auditions, create audition sign up sheets (someone else can do that, I'm fine with typing but when it comes to logical tables...oh god no!), pin all the information up on the noticeboard outside the drama room, photocopy about a thousand audition pieces (I'll ask my drama teacher, haha!) and then actually hold the auditions! Then simply casting, direction, costumes, make up, set design, music and deciding a performance date to go. OH MY GOD! I much prefer being an actor but I suppose this is exciting too.
Sally x
   

Mug collection.

I do this so much! Basically, I hord myself away in my room, pretending to do work whilst instead I just think or read or Facebook or sing or Tweet or whatever. Mum is lovely and often makes cups of tea so I get them quite often which creates a build up of mugs in my room. I then have to take them all downstairs in one great clink when Mum shouts about how she can't find any mugs. Oh, and I don't actually have the mug in the picture but I want it now. I couldn't find any pictures of my favourite mugs, mainly because they're from my childhood and don't exist anymore! They could probably be sold for quite a lot of money now. But no! They're my youth.

Sally x

David Tennant.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH I HATE EVERYTHING. I was going to do this as a shrine to David Tennant and explain how much I fucking love him and prove to the world that he is the most genius and gorgeous and best actor in the whole entire world. BUT NOW!!!! I type his name into Google to get a nice picture and HE'S GETTING MARRIED. HE ANNOUNCED IT TODAY! AND THE DATE IS MY FRICKING BIRTHDAY. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HE LEFT DOCTOR WHO ON MY BIRTHDAY AS WELL. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?! I AM GOING TO WRITE HIM A LETTER. AND HE ANNOUNCED HE WAS LEAVING DOCTOR WHO WHEN I WENT TO SEE HIM IN HAMLET FOR MY BIRTHDAY. I DETEST HIM NOW!!!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. :( :( :(
Sad and devestated Sally x

School and other such abominable things.

Alas, that time has come. The time when one must don the old school bag and drag oneself, eyes half open and make up done horrifically with potential slag lines, through whatever weather that is being hurled to the bus stop. Oh the joys! Yeah, okay so it's school tomorrow. OHHH GOD! I actually really, really like school. However, demain is a full day of double English (parfait!), double Drama (bien!) and then double French (MERDE!). Oh god, okay, French. I love the French language, I really do and I loved French at GCSE level BUT A Level is just so hard. Haha, pointing out the obvious, good one! But I'm supposed to be writing a French essay right now but instead am moaning about it to you poor people who are most likely quite susceptible to a bit of the old procrastination as well. Anyway, yeah, school. I am looking forward to going back; I love being sixth form because we can drink coffee in our frees and stuff but I also have really enjoyed doing nothing. Don't you always find it's just perfect? And when it's time to go back you think you should have done more and you just wish you could turn back the clock to whenever it was that you were happiest in the holidays! I want that first day back again. PLEEEEASE! I am not, however, that naive and am fully aware that I am not Rose Tyler and do not have The Doctor (OHHH DAVID TENNANT) in love with me so cannot possibly do this. I reiterate; merde. I shall have to sit here and sulk and read David Tennant's biography like the sad, lonely girl I am. AND I GOT CANCELLED ON FOR DINNER TONIGHT! He asked me and then he cancelled. Rude! I suppose I should do my French essay as well. It's about Father Christmas, haha even better. That season's over with! Oh what a pessimistic creature I am.
Sally x

Once A Catholic

Isabel Briccolani (Mary Mooney), Sally White (Mary McGinty) and Emma Thomas (Mary Gallagher).

Sally White (Mary McGinty) and Billy Dean (Derek).

Emma Thomas (Mary Gallagher), Penny Cooper (Mother Basil) and Sally White (Mary McGinty).

This was the last play I was in! It was performed by the Lindley Players at the Playhouse, Whitstable in September 2010. It was simply the best play I've ever been in and I adored every single second! We caused so much controversy in the quaint little town of Whitstable, making the front page of the local newspaper with the headline "Uproar at play set in convent" and a billboard that was observed outside a newsagent said in capitals THEATRE SEX TOY HORROR! It is the definition of hilarity. It was my character actually, Mary McGinty who did all the naughty things which involved swearing casually in conversation with her boyfriend Derek, dropping the C-bomb (as my English teacher calls it much to our amusement!) on a nun and sticking a huge plasticine penis on Jesus so naturally, I was the one named and shamed in the newspaper. I LOVED DOING IT! I just loved being so cheeky onstage and loved the gasps I got everytime! One woman actually stood up in horror and we had people leaving in the interval every night but it's a very famous play that's been performed in the West End by a well respected play wright, Mary O'Malley. Mary McGinty is a very cheeky little character but as you find out, she's so nervous about sleeping with Derek and doesn't give into his pressure which means he cheats on her so she is a torn woman, bless her. Perhaps I just love her too much having played her but her sacreligious acts are merely retalliation due to the hell (haha) she's been put through by the nuns and the priests that influence her so. Anyway, when you type Once A Catholic into Google images, these bad boys from our production come up and it's so cool haaa! I'd just like to say, if you get a chance to audition for or go and see Once A Catholic DO IT, it's amazing. Err, except if you're a devout Catholic. Then it's really, really, REALLY not for you ;)

Sally x

My baby.

I can't explain him. But this little fellow is the love of my life! I loved him for so long, from the very moment I set eyes on him in Tesco. My friend Billy works in Tesco and he loved him too and offered to buy me one but used the excuse that he was too expensive. However, thankfully, my mum is a goddess and bought him for me for Christmas through her alter ego, my brother. I have named him Snowman.
Sally x

Irritations.

I am currently irritated because:
My dad just moved away.
I should be writing an essay.
I have to go back to work on Saturday.
I have to go back to school on Wednesday.
I have that song that goes "do it like they do on the discovery channel" stuck in my head.
Sally x

Basics and then ramblings about Glee.

Hello, I’m Sally and this is quite clearly a blog. So, I’m going to start writing one! Mainly to fuel my constant need to express everything I do in a dramatic manner combined with gorgeous language and fluidity. I like English lots. This is why I feel I need to do this. Obviously when I get going, I find it incredibly hard to stop so expect huge great long blog post filled with ponderings and ramblings. Okay, here we go. First and foremost, I am an actor. I can’t describe my love for acting! It’s just ridiculous how much I adore it. I don’t even know; it’s just that thrill and intensity of getting into character and adapting them due to the script and your own personal acting style. Oh god, listen to me! I don’t even know. It’s just brill! I am seventeen, in Year Twelve and currently studying English Literature, Drama and Theatre Studies, Philosophy and French. Yes, I do have to write about a thousand essays but once I get into them and stop procrastinating (which is what I’m doing now) then I really enjoy them. I think I just like writing.
    Today I decided to watch Glee on Channel Four and remembered just how much I loved it. I’d been reading my “100% gleek” book that my dearest mother bought me for my birthday (we’re just so cool) and I’d been addictively listening to all the soundtracks so me being me, thought it was destiny that it was on at that precise moment! Oh, I like Buddhist principles as well. Not that that is particularly relevant, it’s just that saying destiny reminded me of karma. Sorry, I digress; so yes, Glee. I watched it and just realised how clever it is! Many, many intellectuals and normal people would disagree with me there but quite frankly, if you try to compare it with High School Musical or say something like “they’re the same!” then you are an ignorant fool. Glee is satirical, has a few real issues involved, offers a chance for sooo many talented young people who haven’t really been noticed before and is just great. The songs aren’t crappy “written for the screen” songs, they’re real songs by real artists purely adapted to fit the episode. Okay, okay it’s not exactly Pride and Prejudice or Chocolat or Hamlet or whatever (which I also adore!); it is very happy clappy but surely we all need a bit of that! Anyway, that’s not what I’m trying to portray. I just don’t want people getting completely the wrong idea. I will probably remember about a thousand other points I wanted to make but I can’t remember it now so bollocks to that. I have just read this back and realised I have a humungous tendency to exaggerate. Oh well! Yeah, so I hope whoever reads this will like it. It’s not really anything but :).
Sally x