
Me: What are you doing? Me: Oh, nothing. Just taking random pictures of my computer screen. Me: Why on earth would you do– Me: DON’T JUDGE ME OKAY THIS IS MAI LYFE!!!

Me: What are you doing? Me: Oh, nothing. Just taking random pictures of my computer screen. Me: Why on earth would you do– Me: DON’T JUDGE ME OKAY THIS IS MAI LYFE!!!
It’s been a long while since I’ve last been on this blog. Many things have happened recently, and most of my time has been spent on my Tumblr. Continue reading
REMINDER: I am aware these questions are derived from Bernard Pivot’s questionnaire, a feature on Inside the Actors Studio. I ask myself these questions every once in a while, and my answers are usually different. Feel free to answer these questions in either a separate post or this one. Have fun!
Well, it wasn’t to be in a show as much as it was to see it, and boy, did I have a great time!
I went to see One Man, Two Guvnors, which, although new on Broadway (at least I think so; I could be wrong), isn’t new to the West Ens or the National Theatre in the UK. The star of the play, James Corden, is one on a growing list of favorite British comedians of mine, and I truly enjoyed myself throughout!
Another thing to point out: the section I was in made me feel as if I were sitting in a theater in the West End, for I was surrounded by British accents; kinda felt like the only American in the mix, but I, along with my new temporary neighbours (a bit of European grammar for you, hehe) laughed our asses off.
After the show, I managed to get Corden to sign my program, as well as get a picture with him. He was very sweet and gracious, and I wish nothing but the best for him and the show!
Bit of a backstory on the Playbill signing:
I had decided to pull out my Sharpie (the red one pictured with the playbill) so James could sign my playbill, but being that he wasn’t equipped like Alan Rickman usually is (he’s always got a Sharpie on him) he asked me if he could use my Sharpie to sign a few other Playbills for other patrons, and I didn’t mind, of course. But I wish I;d have recorded this or snapped a picture, because when I looked up at him signing playbills and chatting with other fans, this same marker ended up between his lips, so there’s a bit of Corden DNA on it.
It’s really nothing to freak out about it, but for those of you who are big James Corden fans: I understand the jealousy. It’s the same that I feel when someone on Tumblr posts a picture of oneself posing next to Benedict Cumberbatch.
Reblogged from Chickadee Thoughts:
genitalia
of men equal hormonal
actions; stupid
eyes stuck on pillows
marveling at soft flesh, yet
ignorant to complaints
smack, ringing across
small space; in-between our faces
“don’t say it again”
feet in motion, head
towards class in single file
looking downwards now
advice littered with
good intentions, but we’re
not friends any more
friends, our title, our…
1. Thou Shalt Not Document Thy Every Move.
“Just got out of bed. Dreamt about being a pufferfish”. .
“Breakfast”. *Includes photo*. .
“On bus”. .
“At work. Photocopier broken”. .
“Lunch”. *Includes photo*. .
“Work update: Photocopier fixed”. .
“On bus again. Old man sitting next to me smells of socks”. *Includes photo*. .
Reblogged from West End Singleton:
30 Days of Blogging Honesty: Day 2
Not including food, blogging or television, my most guilty pleasure (this includes chocolate)…is
FAN FICTION!
Although I’m trying to cut down on my fan fiction reading and replace it with reading entire novels, I love fan fiction. I love how fans of certain books, TV shows, and movies take characters from a world and place them into their own narrative.
I finally got past the scene heading that I started yesterday.
Sometime after typing the scene heading into the Celtx program that is such a LIFESAVER, I started to write down some dialogue and actions in the scene. So far, I’ve managed to knock out four pages (three if you exclude the title page), and I’m actually having some fun, doing this while watching Oprah’s Lifeclass LIVE.
I don’t care what anyone says or how bad OWN is getting; I have faith in Oprah, and I do believe this network will rise from the ashes and things will get better.
Back to Script Frenzy…
I see that some people that I follow through ScriptFrenzy.org are making some progress, which I’m happy about. It gets me motivated and I feel much better when I’ve accomplished something to the effect of a couple of pages. I’m glad that I have at least taken on the task of doing something hat people say that they wanna do, but never get the chance to or are too lazy to do.
UPDATE: I’ve managed to knock out 5 pages of the script, and I don’t think I could dole out anymore until tomorrow. Also, a Tumblr follower was sweet enough to leave me kudos and a glowing review of a Sherlock fan ficlet that I wrote a few months back based on a song that I love.
I think I should head on to bed and watch 1 Girl, 5 Gays until it goes off, or maybe fall asleep to some recorded episodes of World’s Dumbest.
Night night,
Deannah
Reblogged from SORRYIAMNOTSORRY:
Alright Girl Scouts, I have sat idly by listening to people tout the merits of “boy scouting” for long enough. For those of you who are new to the realm of dating stalker-style, “boy scouting” is a method of attempting to snag dates by getting all dolled up and then going places where the type of boy that you’re interested in pursuing would likely be.