Leaving Blogspot!

Why hello non existant readers. I feel a little bad that I stopped posting on here because I actually really did enjoy it while I did it but no one read it and to be perfectly honest Blogspot got a little boring blog-wise. So anyway I've moved to LiveJournal because I found out Cassandra Clare uses it (SHE WROTE THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS AND THE INFERNAL DEVICES, YEAH?) and I thought I'd give it a try and I really like it so yeah, I use LiveJournal now...

Oh and also, to include a more reasonable and easy to understand reason to why I don't use blogspot any more is because my Lit teacher this year is going to start using it so we can discuss books that we've read and stuff from class which will be very nice and me and my friend Jai are looking forward to that.

Now this is really depressing. LiveJournal doesn't upload videos so whenever I do movie stuff I'll probably upload it here with a link from my LiveJournal page so really I'm just using BlogSpot and I feel a little guilty but whatever.

Here's a link. I'm cool.

NEW BLOG LINK

The Girl and the Pig Movie, finally...

Also to continue reading about my extremely un-interesting life you can find me at LiveJournal. http://mrfrodo17.livejournal.com

I would also like to add that I don't own any of the music included. To find out what music is used please watch the credits, because you know, that's what they're there for.

Film

I know there are some mistakes but this is basically the template for the film. Of course it will be long and there will be an actual story line at some point, you know with actors and images and stuff. But I am so happy I've already done so much! And I think the music so far works really well. Can't wait until November!

© the girl and the pig

The Girl and the Pig

My new artistic obsession is currently the title of this post. The Girl and the Pig is the story of a young girl who has been exiled and labeled an outcast from society because of her differences. These differences being her ability to speak and the small plush pig she carries around with her. I have no idea how I came up with this idea, honestly it sort of just happened. I suppose when I'm writing a film I have to centre it around what actors I can use, the main ones being myself, Bridgette and her younger sister Eleanor. It's good really because all three of us do like acting and since we all know each other acting together is easy. So whenever I write I use Eleanor as a kind of focus. If I can create a character centred around her I feel as though I'll have more success in creating one, basically because I feel more inclined to continue writing if I know I can actually finish it.

The Girl and the Pig will be filmed in black and white to the sounds of Bauhaus and Radiohead, with flashbacks in old film and another character called Beastgirl, played by Bridgette Brown. It's only going to be short. I went to a seminar in June at Supanova about film and I was told that the best way to start is with Shortfilms, so this is what this is, a really really short film. I can picture it only being 10-15 minutes long. It isn't the kind of story that doesn't need to be long. It begins with the girl leaving society, being alone and confused and remembering how she came to leave (through flashbacks). Then she meets the Beastgirl, and she realises that she isn't the only one alone, and she can be happy living like this. But she is still tormented and with an odd understanding the Beastgirl comforts her and she comes to accept what society is and becomes a beast to the modern world; something hiding in the bush, watching.

Obviously I know it's going to be hard to convey that particular idea onto screen but it'll be fun to try!

We're going to try and film some time in November, after our exams.

October

I thought I'd start off the October posts with a little art

Anna Maxwell Martin as N in the film Poppy Shakespeare

because apparently, life is excellent

So far I have to say these holidays have been nothing short of extraordinary. That's pretty sad when I say I have spent it with the same group of people but honestly, it really couldn't be better. I don't care that I have certain people I could probably spend the rest of my life with. I love them. Is there anything greater then that? I don't know, probably world peace or an end of famine, but I think without those problems the world would be boring. The world isn't about being perfect. The world is about suffering shit but always finding that bubble where you can be happy and love the people you're with. You just have to find it and know how to get back.

I'm going to the Royal Show tomorrow with Bridgette and her family. This is great because the last time I went was a few years a go and also I went with Tim, Grace and Bryce, which isn't a bad thing, it's just weird looking back on. Well okay, I hate Grace now, but whatever. We had a good day. I bought the Elmo Showbag if I remember correctly. I'm not sure if I'm going to get one tomorrow, I'm more for the poster place we found last time and stocking up on something yummy since I'm sure last time these massive posters were only $10 or something similar.

The only weird thing about going this time is the last time I did go I was er, dating Tim which explains why I went with him but I don't know, it'll just bring back a lot of strange memories. What with -

Oh I'm sorry, I nearly began a naughty rant.

I'm going to stop now before I say something really bad. Please excuse me.

home

[Her:]
Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa,
Not the way that I do love you.

[Him:]
Holy, Moley, me, oh my,
You're the apple of my eye,
Girl I've never loved one like you.

[Her:]
Man oh man you're my best friend,
I scream it to the nothingness,
There ain't nothing that I need.

[Him:]
Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie,
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ,
Ain't nothing please me more than you.

[Both:]
Ahh Home. Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

La, la, la, la, take me home.
Mother, I'm coming home.

[Him:]
I'll follow you into the park,
Through the jungle through the dark,
Girl I never loved one like you.

[Her:]
Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls,
I've been everywhere with you.

[Him:]
We laugh until we think we’ll die,
Barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you

[Her:]
And in the streets you run afree,
Like it's only you and me,
Geeze, you're something to see.

[Both:]
Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

La, la, la, la, take me home.
Daddy, I'm coming home.

(Talking)
Him: Jade
Her: Alexander
Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me.
Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Her: Yes I do.
Him: Well there's something I never told you about that night.
Her: What didn't you tell me?
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now.

[Both:]
Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is where I'm alone with you.

[Him:]
Home. Let me come home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.

[Her:]
Ahh home. Yes I am ho-oh-ome.
Home is when I'm alone with you.

[Her:]
Alabama, Arkansas,
I do love my ma and pa...
Moats and boats and waterfalls,
Alley-ways and pay phone calls...

[Both:]
Ahh Home. Let me go home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Ahh Home. Let me go ho-oh-ome.
Home is where I'm alone with you..

Have you been eating bunnies?

It's the holidays. Whoooo! Oh yeah, I'm so totally not really that excited. The year is going to quick for my taste. Winter seemed non-existent. Not to long ago I was complaining about going to school again and wishing for the next set of holidays. Now they're here. It's already been nearly three months since I started writing this blog and I can already picture Christmas. There's something wrong with the world. It's like we're jumping on a time loop, fast forwarding accidentally, like maybe someone's sitting on the remote or theirs some dodgy wiring. I'm finding myself sitting alone and trying to remember everything that happened day and finding that I can't. I can't remember anything. So far most things come back to me but I can't help wondering why that is. Is it just me? Or is it something else?

I think this year has been good. I mean, I went to England and I started year ten and I turned fifteen and I've been single all year and pretty happy about it. I've declared my love and found a true friend and made some new ones. I've seen a true hero of mine perform on stage and seen one of my favourite bands live but I feel as though there is something missing, like I'm forgetting something. Like maybe when someone sat on the remote my head skipped a few weeks or months and now I'm here, wondering what went wrong.

The year seems incomplete. There is this gap and it needs filling and so far I haven't found something that fits and I'm not really sure that I ever will. I'm excited for next year because I'll be in upper school and high school will be over soon but I'm sure I'm exactly ready for it. I'm not entirely positive that when I get there I'll know what to do and if I'll be able to cope. I'm far to complicated for my own good. It's hurting my head.

Wait, I'm a guy

There is a reason for the lack of blogging lately. I've been a bit busy watching a particular show...so, remember when I had that obsession with Angel Season Four and Angel's son Connor? Ah well, I similar thing has happened. Only it's with Vampire Diaries and this time main character Elena's younger brother Jeremy. Who is the yummiest person ever in existence!

A photo from my favourite episode so far, Season 1 - Haunted. It has the best lighting as you can see from the photo. And it's filmed in a really creepy but sexy way. Because well, Jeremy just has that effect on me. Did I say I love his voice? No. Did I tell him it's adorable when he's drunk and falls over when yelling at Elena? No. Well, he is. If I were to have the perfect boyfriend he would be it.


Oh, and he looks yummy when he looks kind of evil and pissed off as well. He he.

Well it's cool because I've been watching them from this site called TVduck. The download is usually pretty fast when my internet is in a good mood and if I'm not in my room. Deep sigh. But it's great because I can just leave episodes up and watch scenes whenever I feel like it! I think I've watched Haunted about fifty times. Truly my favourite episode.

Yummy (:

Egg does it

I am thinking of starting a new diet sometime next week. It's my health thing. I've decided I'm putting on weight and with my new found love of fruit I thought a health hit might be necessary. At this very moment I'm considering going running but ah, since I'm quite comfy on the couch who knows when that might actually happen.

I'm listening to my newly downloaded Laura Marling songs and the moment. Bridgette introduced her to me a very long while ago and it's taken me this long to actually download the first album. Oh well. At least I did it. Anyway I think she is definitely one of the most poetic artist's I've ever heard. Clever with words and also creepy. Because creepy is a good thing. I mean what I would I be if I wasn't the creepy weird kid? Exactly.

I met you at the blood bank

Well I met you at the blood bank
We were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags

You said "see look thats yours!
Stacked on top with your brother's
See how the resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers"

And I said I know it well

That secret that you knew
But don't know how to tell
It fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that its good girl
Cos its running you with red

Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both of my hands
Chewing on a candy bar

You said "'aint this just like the present
To be showing up like this"
AS a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss

And I said I know it well

That secret that we know
That we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honor
I'm in love with your cheeks
What's that noise up the stairs babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?

And I said I know it well

I know it well ...

Bon Iver

Variety Show, Extraordinaire

It's just like art. Stupid and pretty.

Bridgette Brown photgraphy

BEAUTIFUL FREAKS!

I thought I would include this one, just because I look kind of slim.

How It Ends

Hold your grandmother's Bible to your breast.
Gonna put it to the test.
You want it to be blessed.
And in your heart,
You know it to be true,
You know what you gotta do.
They all depend on you.
And you already know.
Yeah, you already know how this will end.

There is no escape,
From the slave-catchers' songs.
For all of the loved ones gone.
Forever's not so long.
And in your soul,
They poked a million holes.
But you never lettem show.
C'mon it's time to go.



And
You
Already know.
Yeah, you already know

How this will end.

Fuck the teachers

A warm greeting to any one academically challenged out there. By that I mean anyone who finds teaching to be their prime career. You are all fucking idiots. At some point in a teacher's life I think they all experience a phase of hatred and impatience towards kids. It's not necessarily because the kids suck but it's because of the repetitiveness of their job psychologically and the strain of the changing education system.

One example who I won't name spoke to me today and maybe it was the fact that he yelled at me like I was five years old or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't get off his fat arse and do something about the problem at hand; just because he's old doesn't mean he deserves any special kind of respect. I don't know him and when I decide that he's a good person, I will treat him with whatever respect and I can give. Just so the world knows he hasn't exactly given me a good reason yet. In fact my talk with him today would have been a total failure if one more decent teacher hadn't walked in and began an interesting debate on Stage 2 Photography.

Thank you for listening to my special rant. Have some music.

Just to cheer me up

Bridgette sent it to me yesterday. I'm trying to boost my posts and this made me smile. Smiling is a good thing and I suggest you do it often. Anyway...

Limited posts, for that I am sorry

I know I've bee a tad quiet these past weeks. Well, very quiet since this is the first time I've posted something in well...12 days. I guess I've been a bit preoccupied with school and people and the whole life in general. Honestly I didn't think how much I wanted school to end until Bridgette mentioned it. Every week seems to be getting longer and everyday slower. I'm thinking about year 11 and the future and what happens if I fail.

Failure is a common thing. It happens a lot. A great man told me on Wednesday that he wished he could be the one of those kinds of people who don't give up, who keep going. And he became that person. I'm thinking about that too. I can't remember what his name was but he lost both his legs in a car accident when he was 17 and now says he couldn't be happier. Not because he lost his legs but because he realised how great life can be.

I also watched a video yesterday night. This book series Skulduggery Pleasant is being made into a very low budget film by a tiny company called Treestump Films. Which I may add is just an adorable name. But anyway I watched an interview with the writer, director and editor, and two fellow actors and discovered that he is only twelve years old! Isn't it odd how when I was around his age, or maybe just a tad younger, my first sparks of creativity emerged. I began writing and reading; I became interested in photography and of late, I've become extremely interested in film to the point where I have decided it to be a worthy career. I think film is great for me because I can be creative but also express kinds of emotion I don't feel like I an express. Film is just a story where you see expression right in front of you rather then trying to imagine it. I guess it's great for people who have never felt a particular emotion before and can't picture what it might look like. I think this the reason I love art as well because sometimes I have trouble recognising emotions and figuring out what they mean. Film helps me do that.

After watching the interview I immediately brought up a rather old idea myself and Bridgette came up with over six months ago at a party in Mossman Park. It's a simple idea really if you can get through to the audience what it means and also if we were to shoot it (that is if I can finish writing it) we'd be able to do at school. Which you know, helps because I always picture scenes there. I created an entire death scene with the help of Bridgette and an old friend, Charlotte, to our music department. So we'd have to film it there otherwise it would make no sense.

Anyway I found another more personal project today which I based in Fremantle. It's a comedy about young people trying to be young people mixed in with the idea of young love. I was told by my brother yesterday at dinner that I think as though I'm older then I am. This touched me in a nice way. It's one the nicest things someone has said to me in a long time basically because I knew it, I just didn't know what it was. Well, since I've devised an entire scene for that project as well, to the sounds of Eels, I think I should definitely keep writing. Also I want to continue with How I Live Now but probably after I actually finish something of my own. If I do that then I know I can finish something.

That's an achievement.

the first day of spring

Today is Spring. I have to mention that it definitely doesn't feel like Spring. For the most part of today I was absolutely FREEZING! This makes no sense. Weather is annoying. I was out all weekend and the weather was great. It was sunny and hot and I was wearing shorts and a shirt for most of it. It was all summer like. I miss Summer. I was disappointed in January when I departed to the Land of Little Summers and it just happened to be 40 degrees here and like 4 over there. By the way, that's England I'm talking about. Just in case you didn't know...

The essence of Spring is amazing. That makes no sense, it was technically Winter then...

FRIENDS

because friends should always be friends

I took part in the Write a Book in a Day competition yesterday. It's a competition which requires a group of people to sit and plan, write and bind a book in 12 hours. I did this in year eight and I would call it fun. This year was a lot harder and extremely stressful. I did realise something though. About friends. I have more then one best friend. There anything anything wrong with that. There are people I worked with yesterday who I just love to be around and make jokes with because they care for me and they help me and they love me. Just because they can do that makes them great people to have in my life.

In case you were interested, this is a slightly blurry photo of my new piercing

Bridgette in Quality Comics. She is clutching the Supernatural Survival Kit and Fray. I laugh.

Dear Bridgette the same day, with red hair

teenager moment, it won't pass

I know my blogging has become less frequent and it's probably due to the fact that in order to set my life completely straight I have been ignoring my own philosophical queries. Never mind I suppose. It's probably better to save the blogs for more important issues. Not that this would seem to be a very enlightening one.

Actually, I changed my mind. Yes it is.

I had a very interesting discussion with my parents last night. I declared that Bridgette was getting her hair dyed and cut short. They were horrified by the news, basically because they reckoned she was going to ruin her hair and all that and if she hated it would be permanent blah blah blah. Which of course led to the debate on whether I should get my hair dyed or not. See, I want blonde hair. It's just a thing. I had really blond hair when I was little but it must have just grown out after I cut it all off when I was 7. Now it's kind of a light browny colour. I don't mind it, there are worse colours to have but its common. I feel a sense of normality. Father said last night that I shouldn't have to individual because of what look like, but how I act. And that's all well and good and I might be individual and all that but I sure don't feel like it. Like my last post - it's all about what you look like. You can't help it. In this modern society individuality is represented by what you look like. Sometimes it's hard and sometimes it's cruel but I guess I've accepted that that's the way it is.

Father decided that I could try a wash in in December. Just to see what it looks like. I agreed, it's better then nothing. Not that not I'm jealous about Bridgette's hair... it's awesome!

Well after the hair conversation I tried another idea...

'So, can I get my ear pierced?'

It took me a good 8 years to get my ears pierced, meaning the lobes. It's taken me about two years to get the top done. My parents reluctantly decided I could be individual and could get it done. As long as I paid for it myself...so because I'm all inpatient and impulsive and all that, you can well imagine what happened today. It was off to the city to be with Bridgette while she got her hair dyed. I had told her about the ear permission. So after we made her hair appointment we had plenty of time to look for piercing places. I wasn't at all hopeful, all the places I found online were 16+. The hairdresser told us about a place, with turned out to be really creepy. The freaky women with terrible hair and TOO MANY piercings asked skeptically for my age. I said 15 because I was scared of lying and there was the despised shake of the head. So she wouldn't do it for me. Stupid woman. Well the next place we found, only minutes later I may add, was a beauty place that also did professional piercings anywhere so we wandered in, asked about it and five minutes later I was freaking out just seconds away from getting my ear pierced. I got it done all right. Pink! It also only cost me twenty dollars.

Is it sad to say how individual I already feel? Is it sad to say that I'm finally finding me?

No.

2010 may have had some scary moments, some tears, some heartbreak ; but I don't think I've ever felt this happy, this alive, this free. I am in love with living. I love life. I love it.