bee. bethan. nineteen. english student. a musical lover. awakening spring. a lover of glee. crazy. loving. ambitious. gentle. vampire crazy. smart. on the twilight fence. harry potter nutter. wishes she were a gryffindor. but is probably a hufflepuff. cute photograph collector. amatuer at everything. hasn't found what she is good at yet. singer. well. maybe. skinny dipping in the twyi at midnight. bare feet in the sand. working by candlelight. a cup of cofee each and every morning. ice cream fiend. film lover. movie nights with friends. giggling sessions. sunsets on cold winter days. snowy fridays. in daylight. in sunsets. in cups of coffee. in inches. in miles. in laughter. in strife. five hundred, twentyfive thousand, six hundred minutes. how do you measure a year in the life?Thursday, 25 February 2010
wish me luck the same to you.
bee. bethan. nineteen. english student. a musical lover. awakening spring. a lover of glee. crazy. loving. ambitious. gentle. vampire crazy. smart. on the twilight fence. harry potter nutter. wishes she were a gryffindor. but is probably a hufflepuff. cute photograph collector. amatuer at everything. hasn't found what she is good at yet. singer. well. maybe. skinny dipping in the twyi at midnight. bare feet in the sand. working by candlelight. a cup of cofee each and every morning. ice cream fiend. film lover. movie nights with friends. giggling sessions. sunsets on cold winter days. snowy fridays. in daylight. in sunsets. in cups of coffee. in inches. in miles. in laughter. in strife. five hundred, twentyfive thousand, six hundred minutes. how do you measure a year in the life?
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
one song glory.
my attempt at photography.
on saturday we all kinda wanted to go out, but we didn't want to leave senghennydd, and i didn't have id, so instead we brought some alchol and stayed in playing drinking games, it was soooo much fun! if i bit werid! i got so drunk on so little alchol! i had a bottle of toffee apple cider (YUM) and a bottle of archers raspberry (NOM) and we chatted and laughed and generally had fun. no matter how bad my luck is at the moment, i know i can count on ALL my friends to cheer me up. =]
these are the lovely bones.
okay so i am having a bad week.
well, it's a bad couple weeks, though last week i had Gee here which made it awesome anyway, but this week i am just floating around in a little bubble of shit.
last night at half past three in the MORNING my flatmate brings these two guys from rowing around and fine, i don't mind, i have people back to the flat sometimes. however, when they start SCREAMING and SHOUTING and KNOCKING ON MY BEDROOM DOOR i start getting pissed. as a result i had barely any sleep, which just puts me in a pissy mood and makes it that i can't deal with anything at all. i was a complete moody bitch this morning, and mopped through my lecture and practically slept through my seminar. so, on the way back from uni i went to the bank account, checked my balance and almost burst into tears. i am not going to be able to eat til the end of term. so i ring my dad up and am THIS close to telling him that i am packing and he can pick me up at the end of the day, but instead i go see my mamgu and she feeds me lunch (thankfully. i can't afford dinner).
as soon as i got back to the house i wrote my CV and emailed it to my dad, so fingers crossed i will have a job pretty soon. He said if i could get a CV to him he would give it to the people who run Castell Coch, and it would be basically the same job at home, but at least i would have a bit more flipping money. so keep your fingers crossed.
lottie texted me asking if i wanted to go to the cinema, and even though i can't afford it, i raided my room for pennies and managed to find the £2.50 that i would need for half an orange ticket and went to see the lovely bones. on the way back, however, someone, and i kid you not, CHUCKS A BOILED EGG AT ME. no word of a lie. and i am still lacking sleep, and a bit pissy, but i don't want lottie to think i am crazy since really we are only just getting to know each other but inside i am about to blow. i get into the house and go straight to make myself a cup of tea and margot comes into the kitchen, all sweetness and light and i attempt to give her the cold shoulder, but i fail epically.
OH AND THEN MY COMPUTER CRASHES HALF WAY THROUGH THIS BLOG.
if i make it alive to next week. i will be surprised. don't you think it's about time something GOOD happened to me?
well, it's a bad couple weeks, though last week i had Gee here which made it awesome anyway, but this week i am just floating around in a little bubble of shit.
last night at half past three in the MORNING my flatmate brings these two guys from rowing around and fine, i don't mind, i have people back to the flat sometimes. however, when they start SCREAMING and SHOUTING and KNOCKING ON MY BEDROOM DOOR i start getting pissed. as a result i had barely any sleep, which just puts me in a pissy mood and makes it that i can't deal with anything at all. i was a complete moody bitch this morning, and mopped through my lecture and practically slept through my seminar. so, on the way back from uni i went to the bank account, checked my balance and almost burst into tears. i am not going to be able to eat til the end of term. so i ring my dad up and am THIS close to telling him that i am packing and he can pick me up at the end of the day, but instead i go see my mamgu and she feeds me lunch (thankfully. i can't afford dinner).
as soon as i got back to the house i wrote my CV and emailed it to my dad, so fingers crossed i will have a job pretty soon. He said if i could get a CV to him he would give it to the people who run Castell Coch, and it would be basically the same job at home, but at least i would have a bit more flipping money. so keep your fingers crossed.
lottie texted me asking if i wanted to go to the cinema, and even though i can't afford it, i raided my room for pennies and managed to find the £2.50 that i would need for half an orange ticket and went to see the lovely bones. on the way back, however, someone, and i kid you not, CHUCKS A BOILED EGG AT ME. no word of a lie. and i am still lacking sleep, and a bit pissy, but i don't want lottie to think i am crazy since really we are only just getting to know each other but inside i am about to blow. i get into the house and go straight to make myself a cup of tea and margot comes into the kitchen, all sweetness and light and i attempt to give her the cold shoulder, but i fail epically.
OH AND THEN MY COMPUTER CRASHES HALF WAY THROUGH THIS BLOG.
if i make it alive to next week. i will be surprised. don't you think it's about time something GOOD happened to me?
seasons of love .
five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes,
five hundred, twenty five thousand moments so dear,
five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes,
how do you measure, measure a year?
in daylight, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes,
how do you measure a year in the life?
how about love?
five hundred, twenty five thousand moments so dear,
five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes,
how do you measure, measure a year?
in daylight, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes,
how do you measure a year in the life?
how about love?
Monday, 22 February 2010
the bitch of fucking living.
it sucks. no honestly it does.
i went to these auditions on saturday right? i didn't know they were on until half an hour after they started and i got a text from a friend telling me to meet him there, i rush out of bed, barely put any makeup on and rush down to were the auditions on, and even though i had no notice what so ever. i nailed it. i nailed the audition and i know i did.
however, i still don't get a part. oh i have energy and talent and i should audition again next time but i am not right for this particular production. please bitch. spare me.
sorry, i am in a bad mood, i only seem to remember about this blog when i am in a bad mood. i don't know, maybe i need thearpy or something... again.
yes i am disappointed, and yes i do remember telling everyone that i was taking a year out of drama and concentrating on english literature and that i shouldn't let this get to me. but for a second there, i let myself get excited about it again. i forgot about the bitchiness and the crap that comes with it, the stress, and the annoying directors. the girls who think they are so much better than you and the boys who barely look at you twice. i remembered how much i simply loved speaking the words on a page. how much i loved letting it consume me completely, immersing myself in my character, be it shakespeare, pinter or even just a devised piece.
and the thing that really shits on me? is the fact that there is probably a 80% i didn't get a part cause i am a girl. cause girls always turn up for these things when there are only 3 girls roles available while there are 15 guys roles for the 3 guys who appear.
it's not fair.
i went to these auditions on saturday right? i didn't know they were on until half an hour after they started and i got a text from a friend telling me to meet him there, i rush out of bed, barely put any makeup on and rush down to were the auditions on, and even though i had no notice what so ever. i nailed it. i nailed the audition and i know i did.
however, i still don't get a part. oh i have energy and talent and i should audition again next time but i am not right for this particular production. please bitch. spare me.
sorry, i am in a bad mood, i only seem to remember about this blog when i am in a bad mood. i don't know, maybe i need thearpy or something... again.
yes i am disappointed, and yes i do remember telling everyone that i was taking a year out of drama and concentrating on english literature and that i shouldn't let this get to me. but for a second there, i let myself get excited about it again. i forgot about the bitchiness and the crap that comes with it, the stress, and the annoying directors. the girls who think they are so much better than you and the boys who barely look at you twice. i remembered how much i simply loved speaking the words on a page. how much i loved letting it consume me completely, immersing myself in my character, be it shakespeare, pinter or even just a devised piece.
and the thing that really shits on me? is the fact that there is probably a 80% i didn't get a part cause i am a girl. cause girls always turn up for these things when there are only 3 girls roles available while there are 15 guys roles for the 3 guys who appear.
it's not fair.
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