Never attempt to watch Red Riding Hood. We decided we wanted to watch this movie when we heard such good reviews. So we rented it tonight and its age restriction is only 10. I couldn’t handle it. In fact right now I’ve got my music playing loudly enough that I can’t hear the T.V. I’m trying to do anything BUT think about Red Riding Hood.
I guess it’s a good story. From what I heard from when I was there is that there’s a ‘wolf’ that they sacrifice there best stock for. But then it kills Red’s sister there’s some love story in-between that to me is pointless. Then a man came who knows the truth about all this ‘wolf’ junk. How the wolf wouldn’t be killed until the wolf possessed person is killed. He calls a lock down on the whole town to try figure out who the possessed person is. It’s all very confusing. I left then. It has a lot of promise and is clever. I think that if it was a book it would be easier to digest because I don’t think that the movie was done particularly well. I think that Tim Burton could have MADE this movie. It is scary but it’s a clever story and they seem to be trying to keep historical accuracy (this movie is based in another time. Thank goodness! It would be scarier if it was in this day and age).
So you might be tempted to watch the movie now. Don’t.
Saturday I went to W.P. trials (that blog post will appear once I get the final scores and the names of the schools that we played). I played 3 full games and by the end of it I had a very sore chest. Me being an idiot I forgot to bring my asma pump. Mrs Knox being not an idiot had brought one. I used that a few times. Then yesterday when Tamlin came over I was hacking and coughing the whole time. We joked about how I couldn’t leave her at school alone and it was very funny. I went to bed with this painful cough and a huge headache. I couldn’t sleep with the cough and had not rested or even dosed until one o’clock when I finally managed to fall asleep. Not for long though. All I remember is then being in the bathroom. Feeling very dizzy. I was wondering how I got there and I was still very confused. I staggered (yes, staggered like drunk person) to my bed where the only way to describe how I got into bed is: PLOPPED. So I plopped into bed face down. I slept a little more. Then at 6:30 mom came in to see if I was fit to go to school. I wasn’t. I wasn’t even fit to go to the doctors in my opinion. So I stayed home. I slept on and off for a while when mom came in awhile later she told me that she had made a doctors appointment for 11:00. I slept again, on and off. She then woke me up again at 10:30. I wasn’t so much as dizzy now but…Heavy. I felt like every time I brought my foot up I was also bringing up a ton of bricks. I bathed and got ready. We were there dead on time (of course). I then nearly fell asleep in the waiting room as we watched every single old-foegy in Fish Hoek go before me. I was practically drooling on mom’s arm when Dr. Henry called me. For such a long wait it was a very depressing examination. The minute I walked in he asked me what my symptoms were. Told to sit on the bed take some deep breaths. Put his bright pink Disney Princess thermometer under my tongue. I nearly refused to put it under my tongue, but to be honest I wasn’t in the mood. He then wrote out both my mom’s and my sick letters gave me some anti-biotics and told me that I had the beginnings of bronchitis. He added that I must stay home tomorrow aswel. Yay, more school missed. I think I’ll go crazy because I actually like school!
Just sitting down to write this is an effort! Today is the play. I have made our Program and hacked off half our tree but I think I’ve done everything that I can. I’ve also been getting ready to make a fool of myself again with my civvies (it’s okay not only do I get lots of attention I get to be called weird every 2 seconds so not all bad). We have a new thing going around. WEAR CIVVIES TO SUPPORT OUR BOKKS!! Free of charge. Great! The conditions were it had to be something green, gold or yellow. After looking for a top that’s green, gold or yellow. That failed! It turns out that not one family member looks good in green, gold or yellow. I found a pair of mom’s bright green shorts and tried them on. On me they were HUGE!!! So I took a belt and did that with some brown pantyhose so I don’t get cold. I then found my Let Me Dumb It Down For You shirt, which just happens to be bright yellow! YAY! So I do look like a retard but I don’t mind it in the least!!! I’m writing this and taking as long as possible so that I don’t leave too early for school, which I always do when I’m excited or nervous. I keep getting up checking everything coming and sitting back down and writing some more. It’s actually quite ridiculous! I’m even planning on leaving late. Except I don’t think I’ll let myself!!!
I’m leaving to make a fool of myself on stage and off!
Tamlin and I are in an A.C. (arts and culture) play, which we have to do for marks this year. Last term we did a Save Our Earth poem, which went extraordinarily badly!!!!! This time we were given a page that told us the story of How Africa Got Fire. We were told to make a script and then the rehearsals will be on every Friday until we do the play. That was great. We had to be in groups of 7. Not so great. To be honest Tamlin and I could’ve done the whole play by ourselves. So there we were looking sheepishly at people who got into their groups. We were walking back to Tamlin’s desk when we both got pulled in simultaneously and were now in a group… Sure it was a group but it was a group with ‘Dylan’, ‘Austin’, ‘Josh’, another ’Josh’ an ‘Lwuango’. These are 5 troublemakers. Seriously! We, at the time, were excited. ‘Dylan’ was very dramatic and ‘Austin’ is in Drama with Mrs Beadly and is in her up coming play. We were given two words of warning and genuine concern from Mrs Gerstner “Good Luck”. That should’ve been our warning. You would think. But it wasn’t. We were told that we were to make our script. That was the easy part! Tamlin and I were instantly inspired by the New South Africa and we continued from there. ‘Dylan’ had mentioned that we should get together on a Saturday. I thought that was a good idea and organised it with everyone. Yes’s from everyone. I made a few calls to the parents and I even cleaned my room!!! Tamlin, ‘Lwango’ and another ‘Josh’ pitched up to help create our script. We waited for about half an hour but then couldn’t wait any more. We still didn’t get THAT much more work done but we had the basics.
Like:
Tamsyn: Giraffe
Another ‘Josh’: Hawk
‘Josh’: Lion
Tamlin: Leopard (Afrikaans)
‘Dylan’: Antelope (Cape coloured)
‘Lwango’: Buffalo (Xhosa)
‘Austin’: King Elephant
All the characters were given to us unfortunately but it worked pretty well. Tamlin and I preferred to work alone and got a full 4½-page play going. This amazed all our teachers as everyone had kept there’s to one page. But Tamlin and I weren’t fazed it wasn’t a difficult script. The only long parts were King Elephant’s speeches, which were the same every time so he could learn them easily. We both love writing and Mrs Gerstner honestly wasn’t surprised. We had copies made and then everyone highlighted their parts. We had our first practise and to be honest I can’t remember it that well but I know it didn’t go too well. This carried on until Mrs Gerstner saw me slap all 5 of them behind the head. Which I then felt bad about and apologized to Mrs Gerstner who really hates violence. She replied “It’s OK I give you permission to slap them. They’re getting on my nerves too”. I then realised this was really not going away. Tamlin and I knew our lines relatively well. We came up with a solution. We should use the Dog Training technique. We both bought a packet of sweets. Looking back I realise that this was a mistake and that it just made them hyper. We soon stopped this. We were then reminded about our dance that we had to have in our play. DANCE?!?!?!?!?! We were a little shocked, as I didn’t remember that at all! Tamlin and I decided that we weren’t doing anymore and that they MUST choreograph the dance. After a few more dreadful play rehearsals Tamlin came over for a sleepover. No reason whatsoever. The next day she and I were talking about the play and we realised we had no costumes. Tamlin and I and Hawk were the only animals that had markings so we decided that we really should make those. We tie-dyed two plain white shirts. That was going great except they looked like something Misty puked up. Then we were thinking about Hawk’s outfit. Tamlin, the creative one, had an idea. We went through Great Granny’s cabinet that is in my room and that has Great Granddad’s doll house on. We opened it up and found a quite dusty piece of beige material. We then made a quick trip to spar and found some yellow, orange, whitish, brown and black feathers. Me as the model (or course) and Tamlin as the designer (of course) we created one of the things that I’m most proud of in my life. By that time our tie-dyed shirts were sort of ready. The hideous things looked amazing! We were so pleased that we tie-dyed my shorts as well for the play. It was going really well. We called ‘Dylan’ and asked if any of the boys had made any attempts at the dance. The answer unsurprisingly was no. So Tamlin and I were motivated to the core so we created a dance to AkunaMatata from The Lion King. We then arranged for the group to come next week and learn the dance. The next week comes along pretty quickly and not one person arrived. Tamlin couldn’t but no one else came I thought it’d be fine if she didn’t come because she already knew it. We were told that the play was to be in two weeks. This was most distressing. But it still didn’t motivate them. Tamlin and I had it up to our eyeballs with them. Desperate measures called for desperate means. I shortened the music to 30 seconds and Tamlin took the making of the fire into her own creative hands. Tamlin and I did absolutely everything. And now the boys are going to pay for it. I am now making a program for our play. (More work you ask? It’s okay this time! Script by: Tamsyn and Tamlin, Dance by: Tamsyn and Tamlin and so on and so on. Cruel you ask? Not at all!!!
The play is tomorrow. We could possibly die in front of everyone but at least Mrs Gerstner knows how much work we did!
Today I’m sitting in class during our Afrikaans lesson. I was concentrating really hard because I had a Resep to do. I was busy and then I notice this boy who sits across from me just throwing a koki in the trash. I was confused but carried on. I then saws him do it again. I stopped. (And bear in mind that I was concentrating REALLY hard). And I ask him what on earth he was doing. Interrupting my concentration is not good for anyone’s health. He was seeing what kokies still worked and which didn’t. WTF*?!?! We were all quiet because we were busy and, to be honest, he was busy just not with work. This confused me to no end!
A week back we were told that we should dress up as our favourite singer or eara of music. They were telling us how much rock star we had in us and everything. We were doing this because we wanted to raise money for casual day to send to a charity. Tamlin and I were looking so foreword to this. She was telling me what she’d wear and her hair and her shoes AND her makeup. I took all her ideas! (joking). Then yesterday, the deputy head principal informed us, that it was a normal school day except we’re wearing civvies. No extra piercing, normal hair, no make-up and no nail polish. Can I just say the mild, tame, Tamlin was the angriest I’ve ever seen her. Shame she said that it was crazy stupid! I told Mrs G that I thought it was ridiculous. It’s like saying: “OKAY EVERYONE! DRESS UP AND BECOME A ROCK STAR BUT MAKE SURE YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE ONE!”.
Boohucky!
I am now dressed and will be leaving for school soon but the outfit would’ve looked so much cooler with make up and a more funky hair style. Oh yes because I’m going as A Punk Rocker With A Flower In My Hair.
I think I had a sucky childhood all for one reason. I never played with a condom.
Yes that is random but really. We were talking about The H.I. Virus and A.I.D.S and how the chances of getting it decrease by hundreds when we don’t have unprotected sex and how we must always use a condom. This was a little embarrassing for some of the girls but not until we were aloud to tell stories and ask questions. It seemed just about every child in our class had blown up a condom or filled it with water or (in one case) put it on their head. This confused me no end. I have never touched a condom let alone put it on my head!!! Everyone around seemed confused when I said that. So I missed my chance because now it would be extremely awkward if I asked if I could have a condom to play with! I had a suckish childhood!
I was walking home after Netball and I accidentally kicked a quite large stone into the road and a car came past almost at the exact time and it just disintegrated with the force. It was actually quite mind-boggling
Back in grade 5 I went past a boy who is very anti-social and quite nerdy. He was reading a book. I don’t know why but it caught my eye. I rudely interrupted him by standing by his desk reading the back. I apologized and finished quickly. It got me thinking and I started writing Survival Camp*. I am not much of a reader myself and at that time the only books I had read were the Princess Diaries series (1-10). Which is a cute story but nothing for an aspiring writer. Mom was still trying very hard to get me to read ANYTHING so she brought home 3 books. One of them was the book that inspired me to write only with the back of its cover. The name of the book was Hunger Games. I didn’t really care about the other books and went in instantly. I was in love with it. I really didn’t want to read it at school because some of the bits made me cry except I couldn’t resist and took it to school the day Rue dies. (Still really sad.). This sucked because I couldn’t cry at school, which was very SUCKISH! I read it and was in love with Suzanne Collins (the author). I read and the page after the last page said: “Are you ready for more? Book 2 coming soon.”
I couldn’t believe it. Well I could. Although I didn’t have to wait that long for the second book it was still a very long wait. When it did come out that was the book I got straight away. I read that book it was called Catching Fire-Hunger Games. It all made so much sense and then BOOK 3!!!!! YAAAY!!! More! This one I had to wait a little longer than the last one. I waited very patiently (ya I know that doesn’t sound like me. Well that’s probably because every single day I asked if it’d come out yet). Once I’d read the third book I was complete and I could read a lot more. Like Pratchett, Emily The Strange and a lot more. I read this again after my books had gone through mom, Jessica, all Jessica’s friends. I then lent it to Tamlin when the greatest news came to my ears. THERE WAS GOING TO BE A MOVIE!!! This movie (being very VERY closely monitored by me) was going to come out on 23 March 2012 (notice that the date is sooooooo meant to be). Once Tamlin was completely addicted I started reading them again. I have read the first one but I can’t continue because Jessica has lost it. The search has started so it’s okay. I honestly can’t wait for this movie to come out and if they screw it up I will hunt them down and make them redo it!
*After it being changed as I wrote, read and learnt more this is what the story was about.
Survival Camp was a kind of orphanage created by the government to keep the country a first world country. When the child has no relatives or anybody to go to once all the family has died they are sent to Survival Camp. Here they are forced to fight as teams. There are two teams and those teams have wars where there are any rules as long as it doesn’t mean joining the other team. They do this every day and once you turn 18 you may leave and you can then take out a relative. Two sisters are sent to the Survival Camp. There the youngest child meets a child from the other team and they end up over throwing the whole concept.
Oh man we’re all going to die. I don’t know who stuck a beehive up The Grump’s arse but we’re all going to die. The Grump has a music concert in an hour and she seems to think that she needs to get ready now. So everyone must get ready NOW! So we do. But she doesn’t like what we’re wearing. So I change but then Mom isn’t happy. I change mean while The Grump is mumbling and arguing. But The Grump now is complaining that we don’t understand. I don’t know what will happen and as I write this I’m locked inside my room to keep shelter. Wouter is in is garage where The Grump dare not go and Mom is trying to get the beehive out of The Grump’s arse. I must let you know that this isn’t working and there is only a bunch of shouting.
We’re doomed…
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