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Wow, hi, LJ
Apr. 1st, 2007 12:43 pmYou may have noticed I've been missing-in-action liek whoah.
I've been living it up over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
stoatshead_hill, as usual, of course, and doing uni. I'm having a lot of fun with both, actually. My performance class is a lot of fun, as is scriptwriting. I'm kind of stressed out about the whole 'doing interviews' thing with the feature writing class, because of course I chose to write a feature on something difficult, like the Australian film industry, and so I want to talk to someone involved in said industry, and that is a lot harder than it might sound.
But I love scriptwriting. Honestly, I really do think it's something I could do with my life. I think I've made the right decision about this ambition.
For those of you who like the SHH link-spam stuff, have some. I haven't done this for a while.
Rita gets stoned with Ollivander. Snogging ensues.. She flirts with Siri Travers, whose Deatheater brother she had a rather nasty encounter with in an alley some weeks back. Horace Slughorn throws a party, at which Rita finds herself in a few conversations, the most amusing of which is one between herself, Irma Pince and Ollivander. Also, she helps Ollivander welcome the Spring. Seriously, folks, go read that one :D. Far too few people seem to be game, because zomg an old man getting it on. But I think it's hot, so there. And I hope I've had Rita deal realistically with Ollivander's age without ruining the mood. It was a fun challenge. And did I mention hot?
I'm typing this on my shitty old broken Sony laptop. My Samsung has eaten its own power cord, which has resulted in much frustration (not the least of which was carrying the fucking thing in a bag full of books over the Macquarie centre near uni the other day, spending $150 on a 'universal' adaptor only to get back to the library and discover that none of the plugs fit. Here's hoping Samsung can send me a new one when I call in the morning). Why this had to happen on the weekend, and also the week that I have two papers due, is, I'm sure, another big joke from the person who played the 'lets make you get lost on the way to a friend's, miss the movie you're supposed to see and then blow your tyre on the way home' one a few weeks ago.
But I did find something randomly amusing in my documents folder on this thing. I must have written it in first year. An open letter to university markers:
( Dear Department )
I've been living it up over at
stoatshead_hill, as usual, of course, and doing uni. I'm having a lot of fun with both, actually. My performance class is a lot of fun, as is scriptwriting. I'm kind of stressed out about the whole 'doing interviews' thing with the feature writing class, because of course I chose to write a feature on something difficult, like the Australian film industry, and so I want to talk to someone involved in said industry, and that is a lot harder than it might sound.But I love scriptwriting. Honestly, I really do think it's something I could do with my life. I think I've made the right decision about this ambition.
For those of you who like the SHH link-spam stuff, have some. I haven't done this for a while.
Rita gets stoned with Ollivander. Snogging ensues.. She flirts with Siri Travers, whose Deatheater brother she had a rather nasty encounter with in an alley some weeks back. Horace Slughorn throws a party, at which Rita finds herself in a few conversations, the most amusing of which is one between herself, Irma Pince and Ollivander. Also, she helps Ollivander welcome the Spring. Seriously, folks, go read that one :D. Far too few people seem to be game, because zomg an old man getting it on. But I think it's hot, so there. And I hope I've had Rita deal realistically with Ollivander's age without ruining the mood. It was a fun challenge. And did I mention hot?
I'm typing this on my shitty old broken Sony laptop. My Samsung has eaten its own power cord, which has resulted in much frustration (not the least of which was carrying the fucking thing in a bag full of books over the Macquarie centre near uni the other day, spending $150 on a 'universal' adaptor only to get back to the library and discover that none of the plugs fit. Here's hoping Samsung can send me a new one when I call in the morning). Why this had to happen on the weekend, and also the week that I have two papers due, is, I'm sure, another big joke from the person who played the 'lets make you get lost on the way to a friend's, miss the movie you're supposed to see and then blow your tyre on the way home' one a few weeks ago.
But I did find something randomly amusing in my documents folder on this thing. I must have written it in first year. An open letter to university markers:
( Dear Department )
