BENICASSIM 2010 - Big Fire?

Hey guys! Long time no post. This one is a quick one, as I will have a ranty one to follow, but I've been browsing at youtube vids of last years Benicassim festival as I am going this year, and found that there was a storm - a HUGE storm, as well as a big fire!

Here's a vid of the big fire:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxom4Un5nuQ&feature=related

I can see this happening again, i.e me and my friends being drunk, smoking a fag, throwing them away without putting them out properly and setting our tent on fire or something!

How To Train Your Dragon Widget

VOTE LIB DEM!

THAT IS ALL.

BUSY!

What can I say? It's been a very busy past several days. Uni work, work work and filling applications for work work after university finishes for my final time.

Currently, I am shooting a film with my fellow single camera group. It's taking the most of my time at the minute, but it's going to be totally worth it. I hope. Looks that way anyway, without meaning to sound egotistical or anything. A lot of early morning starts and late finishes, which has then led on to going to work after, and finishing late too. Lost a lot of hours, but gunna be worth the effort. Still got loads more uni work to do too, such as continuing dissertation and starting RnD work as well as some media cultural question thing for an assignment, oh and applying for a resit assignment. Hard times. But to push through.

So filming and cinema work aside, filling in BBC job applications has been quite exciting but equally nerve wrecking. Some of the questions were really hard, and the creativity test was dreadful! Time limit to answer questions with as many ideas as possible! Nightmare! I'm hoping my answers are good enough. There would be no words to describe my happiness if I got accepted onto the BBC Production Trainee Programme. Took me a couple of days to get it filled in, so fingers crossed I get something out of it!

I've also had to manically clean my room for flat inspections and hide things I didn't want to be seen. The annoying thing was that I was left to clean the kitchen by myself without help of flat mates, and we failed the inspection, because I refused to do every little thing. Then when we were scheduled for another flat inspection because the first round failed, I was left to do everything again! Which I really didn't need on top of mountain load of work and being at work. But there you go. Hopefully I will be left alone with inspections now. But probs doubtful with it being Easter Hols.

From the little free time I've had, I have managed to see two films. One being "Shutter Island", the other, "Inglorious Basterds"

I plan on writing a review on "Shutter Island" later, when I have some more spare time.

Anyway, in other news, I am pregnant, and have a new kitten. (Not really, it was an April Fool I played on my family and friends earlier, was entertaining)

Anyway, I should probably get back to concentrating on this darn dissertation before I have to go and film a house party scene for my single camera project.

Toodles for now!

End of an Era

The past couple of weeks have been awful. Really awful. The other day, I pretty cut all ties with one of my best friends who was in the list of top ten most important people to me. But after a series of events that he has caused, I've felt I can no longer continue our friendship. Luckily a fair few of my friends have agreed with me, but there have been the odd few I thought I could count on for some form of support that have disappointed me.

He is publicly bitching about me, calling me names and making up malicious lies. I know that after all that, if there was ever a chance of talking things through and potentially making up, they are deffo off the cards now because of his actions. I've done nothing wrong, and have nothing to be sorry for. I just want to carry on with my life, yet he is determined to make my life miserable by bitching about my constantly, clearly, to all his friends. People I know and get on with. If shoe was on the other foot, I actually wouldn't do any of that, because I actually have respect for people. It's such a hypocrite too, because if it were the other way round, he'd be demanding to have it all taken down too.

I just hope I can get on the next few months of my life at uni without having to deal with his bullshit. That's probably asking for too much though.

Mother's Day and Almost Broken Noses.

Today I have been writing my Mother's Day cards. Yes, note the plural. The reason why I am writing this blog now rather then waiting for the actual day is for several significant reasons. One, I'm working all day and all night Sunday, two, my mother does not read this blog, and pretty sure she doesn't even know it exists anyway, so she won't be spoiled.

So writing the cards today made me sad. This is because the second Mother's Day card was not for my mother, but for my Nanna. My mum's mum. She passed away over a year ago now. I can't believe it's been that long. There isn't a day nor hour that goes by when I don't think about her. She deserves a Mother's Day card for the rest of the years I am alive and able to accomplish. Perhaps even when I have kids I will make them carry on my new tradition.

Anyway, I wrote a draft of what to write in her card, and those close to me, or just family may only read this with the emotion I was supposed to convey.

"Even though you are no longer with us,

My thoughts of you are with me everyday.

Despite not being able to have hugs and kisses with you any more,

I know you are alive in me and the rest of the family.

And therefore, I thank you

For blessing us with that honour.

My love, hugs, kisses and thoughts with you particularly on this day.

Thank you for being one of the most important people in my life.

To a Special Nanna, forever in my heart."

Lots of Love, Zoe

xxxx

So I've sent that off with my regular Mother's day card for my actual mum. Hopefully both my mum should get her's in the post tomorrow, and my Poppa get Nanna's in the post tomorrow too. Both envelopes say to save it for Sunday. I hope they do.

I've had another strange surge of energy at stupid o'clock again. Which is bad, because I have work in the morning, and working all day, and supposed to be partying all night, and then I'll be working all day and night Sunday. Then it's back to Monday with meetings and lectures. Not good. But I guess I'll survive.

Anyway, on other news, last night I went out, as mentioned in my previous blog, for law society elections. Emily won! YAY! And we all went and let our hair down in "the Cell", where it was a good night of drinking and dancing. Everyone pretty much got drunk apart from me, and I felt a little meh, but never mind, I was enjoying myself overall.

Until I got head butted.

It was an accident of course.

But it f***ing hurt! Annoying, my nose didn't bleed, nor did it break, bruise, swell, cause concision, or anything! Except hurt! Alot! See, the pain would have been WORTH it if there was substantial evidence that I had been nutted. I was concerned, however, over the pain, and I certainly could not continue my night out, so I headed home. And what should I find outside the night club as I leave? An ambulance! Sure, they were attending to someone else, but there was a paramedic to spare, and a couple of policemen. Nice, concerning policemen. So I walk over to them, and ask if they would take a look at my nose, as I accident got head butted.

So the nice policeman ushered over the spare paramedic who lead me into the ambulance to take a look. After testing for where all the pain was, and judging if it was broken or not, asking me questions like "are you dizzy?" "was there bleeding?" "do you feel nauseous?" "does your eye hurt too?" etc, he came to the conclusion that my nose was fine, and was obviously just feeling the after effect of being nutted. So he sent me on my merry way, despite being concerned I was walking home along (I only live five minutes away from the night club). He thought someone would need to watch me in case I did get dizzy and slip into unconsciousness. I was tired anyway, so whether I fell asleep due to being head butted, or just general tiredness, it was a win win in my eyes. I only felt the need to get it checked out right there and then because I had work the next day in the evening.

So I got advised if I did feel dizzy or nauseous, or if the pain got worse, or it was evident I clearly wasn't alright, or I started to bleed a lot, then to call an ambulance.

None of these things happened, which I was disappointed about, because, as I said before, it would have been worth the pain then.

While getting stamps at the post office today, I decided to pick up a passport form, because I am going to Spain in the summer for Benicassim 2010 festival. So excited. However, my passport is out of date by three years, so need a new one for July... and I dread getting my photo sorted. I hate that you now have to tuck your hair behind your ears so you show your ears. I mean, really. What's the point? I don't get it. It's a stupid rule, and it's going to make my face look stupid, my hair look stupid and me overall, stupid! Grrr. Hair is at too awkward length to make it look like a decent photo.

But I suppose everyone hates their passport photo, or am I wrong there?

Anyway, it's going to take some planning, a good hair and make-up day and good luck to try and get a descent passport photo. Finger crossed. *sigh*

Over & Out.

Lots of Things to do Today

University wise, quite busy today. Aside from the usual uni work that needs to be done, tonight is the Law Society elections, where all Law Society members such as myself have to vote for the new president. It's a fight between Emily Bergin and James Spittlehouse.

I'm not going to be subtle about it, I'm voting for Emily Bergin.

So the voting sesh is taking place as... surprise, surprise, a student friendly bar the public know as 'The Glass House', and us students know as 'The Office'.

Quite look forward to a session of letting my hair down tonight by a drinking session at 'The Cell' tonight too. Ok, it's actually called 'Scy' now, but I refuse to acknowledge this change!

Right, must go and make myself look pretty. Bye.