Monday, 28 February 2011
Everybody dies but not Everybody Lives
I walk in a shadow. Some say I am two different people but I am only one, myself. The real me is the one that's funny, up for a laugh, flirty, outgoing, confident, blonde! However when I'm at home I act like my dad would want me to act... Obedient, intelligent, helpful, dull!
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Career...
I want to be Costume Director when I grow up.
I will attend sixth form and study: Theatre Studies, Textiles, English Literature and ICT. After sixth form I will go to college for a year and do a diploma in Art and Design. Then I will apply to London University of the Arts, fashion College. I will do a course in Costume for Performance. After I hope to work in the west end, BBC or film productions. Bonne Chance. (YN)
http://www.fashion.arts.ac.uk/courses/costume/ba_costume_for_performance.htm
I will attend sixth form and study: Theatre Studies, Textiles, English Literature and ICT. After sixth form I will go to college for a year and do a diploma in Art and Design. Then I will apply to London University of the Arts, fashion College. I will do a course in Costume for Performance. After I hope to work in the west end, BBC or film productions. Bonne Chance. (YN)
http://www.fashion.arts.ac.uk/courses/costume/ba_costume_for_performance.htm
Just Friends
Can we just be friends? is the same as saying the dog died but can we keep it. I still look at him and get that feeling in my stomach, I feel the love. We either are in love, or we completley hate each other. It has been a casual fling for a whgile now, he doesn't want commitment but truthfully I don't think I do either. I love it when we're together. He makes me feel free and alive. We bring the best out in each other. But this time when he saud those dreaded words, I said no. Sorry, I can't. I think the only way to get rid of my feelings for you is to avoid you and forget about you, you obviously threw your feelings towards me away quickly but i can't. I like you a hell of alot. but you are not boyfriend material. I can't think why I like you so much, I just do. Is is a crime not to have a valid reason for having unstoppable feelings towards a man? I don't know. I don't want to loose him but how can you get over someone whne they want to be your best mate?! usually things sort themselves out, I must have told him 'Bye forever' too many times. We argue like a married couple, we hang around like young lovers, yet he has never admitted feelings for me. My friends don't understand how much he means to me. I feel lost now that I stopped texting him, but it's for the best. well thats what I keep telling myself.
Drama
GCSE Drama
Our stimulus is home.
I focused on Stockholm Syndrome, where the victim loves their abuser. We devised a performance where there was an abusive husband and his wife was the victim. She loved him and told herself everyday that he loved her. There were four of us in our group.. we all played the same woman but different sides of her- e.g I was the afraid side. The lesson after I designed costumes for all the characters, they were extravagant and very stereotypical, however they were all ripped, which links the characters together.
My monologue:
A house is made out of wall and beams; a home is made out of smiles and dreams. Smiles have been lost in this household but love still remains, I do not leave this house. It’s just me and him living in a building. He’s dominant. I love him. I could not leave this house even if I wanted to, I am trapped, he holds me invisible chains, but I would miss him if I left, he speaks of danger from the outside would, I am safe here, with him. I love him. He returns from work, pushes me around, he must have everything he desires. I love him. I try to please him.
People think I’m crazy, people think I’m trapped, people want to help, people do not understand.
I love him he loves me
Unconditional love, no matter what he does or says I will love him now and forever. He is my only family, the only one who cares for me. I shall live with him here until I’m old and grey, we will die together in this house made of wall and beams.
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