Panto Season

ok, so the picture isnt anything to do with panto, but its me on eastenders, so its acting related. (and me related, double whammie...what is a whammie...oh well)

this blog, as was pointed out to me by Ashlie, has been neglected by me for a while now. this was mainly due to self control of not bitching about mine and ashlies temporary falling out a little while back. we are friends again now, though i still feel a little wary from the reaction i got at the time, but times a healer as they say. im sure ash noticed by the fact i havent really called her or chatted much since we made up, but if not. im sure your reading this at some point.

so the panto season is upon us, my pantomime is actually this weekend, 4 shows over 3 days. Aladdin...or as close to it as our director decided to write, he loves to put his own twists in the stories he puts on the stage. i have the wonderful role of being the over the top camp guard Hollow, who seems the submissive of the two guards...interesting. first a tea serving robot, now a pink wearing sissy boy..yaaay. :P nah, its fun to be characters so unlike myself (ash, dont even think about it!)

ive started to make real progress on my Bregan: the last wolf, story. with a bit of luck it will be ready by summer and i might be able to get it looked at in pinewood if not hollywood itself!! i really hope this Trilogy gets made, not just to boost my career, but because i truly want to see the world of Gaialura, and all its creatures come to life in 3d on the big screen. especially the ancient monolith Titans that will appear in the 3rd film and the final demi-god vs demi-god battle at the end of the trilogy. not to mention the entire love story that rides through the 3 films. it should be one of the best film series to greet the world since star wars if it gets made the way i desire it to.

ive been on a tidying blitz recently, got my study sorted, and my bedroom is well on its way to cleanliness again. (woo i shall be close to godliness soon) and i just threw out some potatoes that had become a pool of goo in the cupbourd both myself and my housemate had neglected to open since july...pleasant sight and glorious smell. (thank the heavens for Oust!) oddly, Misto seemed to want to get close to the smell me and Kev recoiled from, but then, he is an odd cat who is quite happy to sleep at an odd angle just so he can sleep on my lap. ive been listening to Taylor Swift constantly recently. i really do love her songs, they are helping to push the love story in Bregan to new heights when i write it. i would lvoe to meet her someday. perhaps i can get her to write some songs for the film, or at least the end credits. then i might meet her and my film will have beautiful music! win win!

listening to Taylor Swifts "the best day" and watching her home made music video of her as a child really makes me smile and wonder what my little sisters will be like when they are bigger. Alice is getting so smart and Keira is...well, she still cant talk but she sure can move fast! they sure do grow up fast. i cant wait to spend christmas with my family and watch my sisters open their presents that Santa brought them. i hope i become a big brother they can be proud of, and look up to. i think i want that more than anything else.

anyway, im rambling on and its late and i need sleep. so, once more, until next time, i bid thee goodnight, and farewell. (and if any of you who read this are in kent near west malling, come along to the show this weekend)

Ashlie's wonder Cleavage

I promised Ash i would write a blog about her cleavage, so here it is. it jiggles when she laughs, it squished when she leans forwards...HA, only kidding, :D well it does, but i meant kidding about the cleavage blog. fooled you all. boy are you gullable. i wonder if they will take that out of the dictionary just to mess with the people who claim they already did it...anyway, im going off subject...which i was going to do anyway...ok im confused...

ever wondered what the world will be like after the apparently inevitable Nukes fall? fallout 3 seems to have captured the world how i imagined it, in the year 2277 washington d.c, or the Capital wasteland as its now known, is a gloriously gruesome place filled with struggling and thriving villages and towns, built up from the reminants of society. Megaton, a town built around a undetonated Atomic bomb...yeah, great building plan guys. but once yours truly makes it inert, i get my very own post apocoliptic house, with a flying butler robot (jetsons eat your heart out ya space age freaks :P) there are so many differant kinds of people to meet all over the place, and alot of great creatures, or mercenary gangs to fight for survival against.

i just bought game of the year edition and traded in my old copy of the game without expansions, and it is goooood. so far, ive fought iradiated inbred hillbillies at what used to be St marys coast, killed a weird...psycic...brain thingy, been abducted by aliens and actually taken control of their ship (go me with my death ray, FEAR ME WASTELAND :D) defeated the corrupt reminants of the american government, the Enclave. convinced their president to blow himself up (he was a computer...long story) and relieved a military operation in alaska against the chinese in ww3, due to a simulation. my next stop is the Pitt. what was once pitsburg. sounds like a wonderful place from what ive heard...yeah... but it it by far, the greatest game ive played. i love the world its based in sooo much, though i sure as hell wouldnt wanna live their in real life...please dont drop bombs on my house...or country...or anywhere. thanks :D your a pal.

had my first house inspection today. was odd, the guy checked our house for all of 10 seconds and was done. we spent hours tidying for no reason, he didnt even care about any mess!!! though he did then spend 10 minutes asking us what console was better, xbox or playstation...strange fellow. but oh well, he passed us on inspection, even though misto smashed the catflap in half with his head...musta had some force behind him.

i am still far too addicted to farmville, but my farm sure looks good now. all i need is to buy a house on it and the theme is complete. im looking forward to my sunday lie in this week, though i was going to have Ashlie down then, but she will be in spain...i'll miss her, but at least she will have fun. besides, me and her can have our fun at disney, and jump on each others pirate ship beds at the hotel. boy oh boy i cant wait by golly!! i really hope i get a job at cabot soon, i will be able to afford the trip in no time, and possibly drag her down to kent for a few weeks sometime early summer/late spring, which would be great. though i just know that with £500 extra a month, im going to go into reckless spending mode now and then, which is why im going to transfer my stuff to a savings account the moment i get it, so im not tempted and dont spend the disney money. i really cant wait, as much as i love holidays and i love disney. its going to be so much more special with the girl who i adore, and is my very best friend who i know i can trust and go to for advice or just when i need to talk to someone...i wish i had been able to see her this year...

thanks for listening, children. this is...Seandog, from blogspot, bringing you crap whenever he feels like spouting it. chao for now.

The desire for things we cannot have.

first off, i hope you dont mind me using this awesome picture Ashlie. im trying to make my pictures suit my rants alot more.

turns out i maxed out my credit on my phone today, i used up all my credit from the 6th til 16th...10 days and a months credit used up on a certain scottish forgetfull but loveable girl. that means i have 3 weeks, 21 long days of being unable to call her, to hear her voice. to wish her sweet dreams before she drifts off to sleep as i play her the song she loves to hear. one of those weeks she will be in Spain enjoying the sun with her father, just before her birthday. to which i hope she has a wonderful time. i look forward to her birthday, because it is the day i can finally hear her voice again, and at the same time wish her a merry day.

im finally moving towards shifting my rut to another rut by my plans to leave tesco and rejoin Cabot financial, a debt collecting company, but it was quite friendly last time i worked for them. i would be earning over £500 extra a month, though i would need to wear a shirt to work each day...and thats a big downside as i hate shirts and all they have to do with the world...which isnt much, but still... but with the extra money i could save, i can afford a decent ring for Ashlie's finger and quite possibly 2 tickets to disneyworld Florida for our new years plans next year. it would be a wonderful time, Ashlie would get her spa day, we would enjoy new year in disney and we could also explore Universal Studios. (and i could possibly get my script seen to at the studio offices to boost my career chances)

im currently watching Robin hood: Prince of Thieves. in my opinion, the best robin hood film out there, to date! and im wondering why no one had tried his approach to government in this day and age. we might actually be better off for it, and if not, at least we taught all the thugs how to shoot arrows....yeah ok, my plan is vastly flawed. we definatly should not do that, though knife crime would dwindle, we would have a high rise in arrow crime, and that would be alot weirder to solve who done it!

anyway, ive voiced my feelings and my opinions, so for now i bid you, GOODBYE. go on, get lost. shoo!! begone!!......get outta here already!

the need for a farmville patch.

i need to get over my addiction to Farmville on Facebook, its soooo very addictive. i cannot beleive i spent hours waiting for my strawberries to grow...i cant believe i plant my seeds and just sit there watching the percentage slowly go up over the hours. its too much, its taking over what little social life i have (and there isnt much there to steal...i need what i have!!)! at least my farm is finally well made and nice and big, well structured and actually better than ashlie, as she didnt plan ahead for the expansion of her land and ended up temporily fucking up her layout, whereas mine was vastly improved on from the increase in land. not to mention my profit.

on another, less geeky (but not much) note, Halloween is fast aproaching and i cannot decide on a costume. i have so many i desire, and no money for anything. chances are, i will simply go as the Crow again and be pure sex on legs. all the girls will want me...though they are always too shy to come up and straddle me...yeah...shy....anywho, onto something else...stargate atlantis season 4 is fun to watch, ashlie likes the Venga boys...as i found out from her constant humming and singing of their 90's lyrics. (which she will not stop btw) i tidied my room for the first proper time in about a month...it looks all shiney and clean. im impressed with myself. this is once again another mini blog. as i really need to do more interesting things in my days...anyway, talley ho

the circle of life...kinda

well im once again here to moan about the reptiveness of my small tiny life. cos moaning is all i do about it (go me woo) all i do is set my alarm each day, get up, eat, sit infront of my computer or go to town and go to work when its time. that sums up my entire day (exept i call Ashlie everyday as well...but thats differant, i like that part of my day) i cannot wait for November the 5th when Contacts 2010 comes out and i can begin to pester agents around the country!

im currently watching Mulan, and its always good to see that no matter how old you get, Disney films are fun to watch. though i love the Lion King the most. im really looking forward to Disneyland next new years eve. whooo. gonna be alot of fun and screams...and i may need a hearing aid after Ashlie's screams go so high pitched they burst my ear drums...woo...O_O.

i also read on facebook that someone woke up my asher!! i got her to sleep, and someone woke her up. FOR SHAME...yeah im mainly writing that cos i got nothing else to write about...maybe next time. toodles. ta ta, byeeee.

Iron teen, fishy friends and cartoon alien cats.

so here i sit...well, more lying on my side, but im too tired to get picky (which is kinda rare for me...the not picky thing. im often sleepy at night, as im sure alot of people are...exept people on night shifts, but then they get paid more so its...AHH tangent. must stop) so im lying at my parents place while they are on their second "family" holiday this year....the second one also that i was not invited along for...interesting sense of family MOTHER! but i supose in their defence they did need someone to watch their house while they relax in Cyprus...

ive been watching the first two episodes of Stargate universe tonight, thanks to my parents recording them for me before they went (ok so they do me occasional favours) and it looks like it will make the other two stargate series look...well...crap compared. its darker, more gritty and intense. i love the characters as well. buuuuut, after that, i turned on the disney channel to discover that they have made iron man into a disney cartoon...something that doesnt seem right...but whats worse is...ironman, in his high tech suit and all that...is a teenager, in school...THATS NOT IRON MAN, iron man is a billionaire cocky and sarcastic playboy. Spiderman is the wisecracking teenager!! disney screwed up one of my favorite Marvel heroes! they must burn...but they do have disneyland...so i suppose i can spare them...for now! after that, there was a marvelous cartoon about some alien cat and a boy who seem to constantly be fighting, while he tries to prove the cat is not normal...rather amusing for a late evening...or maybe that was just the WKD talking...

after that i decided it was high time to snuggle in bed and watch a film, so i threw on Finding Nemo. which i havent seen in ages, something i know might be concidered a crime. its actually playing for the second time while im writing this. i did all my washing so im proud, after carrying it all (in great pain due to the weight of 5 huge bags...and a laptop ((thanks for the concern by the way Asher!))) to my parents....i actually have nothing else to say...or nothing i can think of in my sleep deprivated state. so im gonna crash now...GOODNIGHT. see ya next time folks.

the god of games.

well, that was a monday well spent. i have just re-discovered first hand how addictive games can be. almost as soon as i woke up i turned on my xbox thinking "hmm yeah, a couple of hours of Arkham asylum then do some chores, it looks like a cool game." 10 hours later i had completed said game, my eyes stung, i smelt bad and my chores remained undone... that game was gooooood.

ive also started to exercise every other day, due to my promise to dear old Asher Basher the first. 100 sit ups and 40/50 press ups. i know it doesnt sound alot, but i havent exercised more than walking places since i was 16...thats 5 years!! dear god does my body want to shoot me in my sleep. luckily it cant, as it has the desire to not hit a state of rigamortis, though if i keep it up, i doubt it will care much longer, might have to sleep with one eye open and my hands tied down.

my cat has taken to being annoying in a non hyper way, which oddly is alot more annoying. if im playing a game or typing on the laptop, he wont sit on the laptop, but he does sit on my arms and refuse to move unless i throw him (gently of course) across the room. it does make it difficult to type when you cant move your fingers to the correct lettering. he isnt doing it right now as he is currently meowing from ontop of the fridge. he got up there, and i know he can get down, so i am ignoring his attempts at distraction....what am i rambling about...

well today is another work day. i need to phone up my agency and yell down the phone "whens my next job bitches...please?" as i have had no information on the 60's job im meant to be doing in october...where i have to have my hair styled like elvis or another 60s icon....that will be....interesting. oh and i have to smoke in it!! all my friends will be stunned :D

anywho, apparently i cant write a good old humourous (is that spelt right?...ah well) blog today, thought i could. but turns out i havent done enough to write about. (DAM YOU MONDAY) so...yeah. OH , i might manage to drag my bestest bestest friend down from her throne in scotland for a week. i will squeal like a shoolgirl (never heard a schoolgirl squeal but i will give it a damn good try) and bounce around like a caffein addicted rabbit thing! cant wait.

Deprivation and new friends.

well, since my last blog, i still havent felt the sweet blessings of sleep...well not properly, i passed out on the train, waking up with a loud snort just before my station pulled up. i can see the screen which these words are appearing with blurring focus. so i must make this quickish.

today was very very very long, standing around waiting in a street to be filmed for the Bill, and they didnt need us until 5pm...5PM, when they had told us all to get there for 10.30am. how fair is that on those of us who hadnt slept (ME) i managed to scrounge a free meal off them, and meet some new people, so it wasnt all bad. but it has really taken its toll on me, i am not used to lacking sleep this much after working.

well, i will do a better blog when im not sleepy. sue me...please dont. uugh, im tired. im going to go curl up and snuggle with my duvets. none of you can stop me, so ha! goodnight. i sleepy now.

Time moves on

finally my youngest sibling has reached the first hurdle of her hopefully long and eventful life. one today little Ciera, happy birthday. of course, when i was over to give you a birthday kiss and cuddle before work, you decided you would rather be asleep in your cot...middle of the day, lucky little girl, i miss being able to laze around all day without a job. but you have that to come...not sure why im writing as if talking to her, she cant read yet, (to the best of my knowledge) so on with the blog.

ive been gone for a while from the vast realm of Blogspace, and thats mainly due to one simple thing. nothing (and i do mean nothing) eventful has happened since my last blog. no alien invasions, no riots, no dogs doing tap dance, nada, ziltch!! not that that stuff happened before, but im just showing how little has happened. i did have my hair cut though, first time in 6 months, havent had it cut in all the time i have owned my cat, the flea infested little bastard who i cant help but love and cuddle. he has some strange power to be all cute and adorable after just slashing your hand to ribbons, i feel it is a power that both he and my friend Ashlie share. both unpredictable, both likely to kill you, and yet, you cant help but love them. such is love i suppose.

tomorrow morning i will be stumbling along to the station to act once again, in the Bill. it will most likely be a very fun day, and i always enjoy earning 4 times the amount i usually do for a days work, i just wish it wasnt background work again. i want to steal some limelight so i can grin and annoy people at work as we watch tv and say "see that, thats me that is, where are you? oh thats right, none of you are on tv like i am!!" and then proceed to be killed by many pissed off co-workers. i say stumble because i need to be up at 4am to start getting ready to leave, and i have yet to manage to pass out into sweet sweet time skipping oblivion. i blame coka-cola, though really, i blame myself for drinking 3 glasses just before bed. (hmm, i need sleep, i know, lots of cafeen!! ((or however thats spelt, go away im tired)) )

still have my plans underway for the new years eve of 2010 (by that i mean, the eve heading into 2011, so next new years eve, not this one) where i will be travelling to the land of Disney with two of my best friends, Ashlie and Cassie, for a whole 5 days to see the new year in. i honestly cant wait, and i know Ashlie cant either, as i have recieved many a text saying "DISNEY", also she brought a brochure, so i think she is keen.

its also where i plan to make the biggest leap of faith in my entire existance. im searching for a ring of a certain sort, to present to the girl i love. its a 50/50 chance of being a great even, or a heart wrenching dissapointment, but whatever the answer to the mighty ring question, one thing is certain. DISNEY will keep me HAPPY. and if it doesnt, i shall sue! yes i shall go up to mickey mouse and alert him of my lawyers and my plan to sue for not having a happy time...but its disney, so i doubt it will come to that. :D

wow, im reeeeeaaaaly rambling tonight arnt i. and im not even done. i got a new game recently, its called Champions Online, it is a great MMORPG (massivly multiplayer online roleplaying game, for the non geeks out there) based around Superheroes. which i have to say, is friggin awesome. unlike other MMOs, it has no classes to choose from. you pick your powers from a huge list, you design your costume, with alot of customisation options, and then you go out and save the world. it really allows you to feel like the big hero instead of a bit player. i personally lead the assult into Dr Destroyers secret base under Millenium City, foiling his plans and revealing his continued existance, i also helped subdue Menton and regain control at the Stronghold supervillian prison, not to mention my heroics at holding back a Qulaar invasion fleet and saving Defender, leader of the Champions, and the whole world! (yes, yes, im a geek, im a massive uber super geek, i know, i know and i couldnt care in the slightest!) any MMOers out there, definatly give it a look. it wont dissapoint.

well i supose i should bring this blog to and end for now and try to scrounge a few hours rest before the work shift in London. so without further distractions (oh look a moth) i bid you all a good night, and a happy happy week. i will return to plague you with a new blog soon. bewaaaaaaaare! night.

no rest for the Wicked.

today has probably been the most awesome day of my life, and amazingly, it started off with me in a very bad mood. a 4am wakeup call from my glorious phone alarm which i surprisingly did not throw through the window, a bewildered 5am stumble through town to the train station...and the next 3.45 hours trying to find the damn studios i was meant to work at that day. Eastenders, you would think such a huge show would have easy to find studios, but nooooo it has to be hidden away down a reclusive road. i finally found it, 45 minutes after i was supposed to actually begin.

though after that ragged and annoying start, my day got better and better, i got to meet a load of fun new people on set, i got to talk to the actors who play: Minty, Amanda, Phil, Roxy, Ronnie and a good few others. it was a long long day, with alot of miming, bad dancing and digestation of a few pints of alcohol free flat pigswill (yummy) before i finally finished and began merrily making my way back to London Victoria, where, due to my lovely auntie Gemma, i saw (and gained a program for) WICKED, at the Apollo Theatre itself, my very first ever trip to a West End production and it couldnt have been better, or in a greater theatre. the sound, the costumes, the effects, the singing, the actors, all brilliant. all awesome and all making me want to go see it again at some point when i have money and time :D it was wonderful. then i read my program all the way home on the train as finally, sleep deprivation began to kick me in the frontal lobe and build up all the way to me writing this blog. im going to pass out now, but this has been, by far, the greatest day of my life. fun to the last second.

those Perfect Moments

people squander life, you know that. ive always had the occasional thought of it, but now i have a blog, and by the celesital powers (thats all the gods of any religion) im going to use it to share my strange and outlandish views (well ok, not outlandish, but it makes me look cool to say it)

look at all the homeless people living in the street, so many people desperate to get a job so they can life in a home, be safe, and not get STD's by simply sleeping with their mouth open. these poor folks want to better themselves, yet there are thousands, no actually, most likely millions in this country alone who are quite happy to cheat benefits in order to sit comfortably and stay out of any form of work, the lazy live well and the hard workers suffer and die in the street. its wrong, true work sucks, but there is a job out there for each and every person, something they do truly enjoy if they just worked through the layers of crap to get there. i hate my job, its mind-numbingly dull and my mouth hurts from all the fake smiling, but i do it because i know its the right thing to do to get where i want to be, where i can finally enjoy what i do. if i see someone begging on the street, i always wish i could help, if my luck ever shifted, i could find myself among their numbers. i give what i can, when i can (i dont carry coins often) and i even gave a pizza hut pizza slice to a guy once, cos i didnt have any money to give him....it was good pizza too...

the rich and the higher up empoyees seem to instantly forget what its like to be on the lower levels of employment, seeing them all as dim witted idiots who cant do a thing without commands and constant checking up on (we view the managers the same way, to be fair) but there is so many life chances wasted, people who ignore their familes just to focus on their work. if you want to work for a living, as in, live for your work, dont get a family, it only tears it apart in the end, no good ever comes from it. not everyone squanders life though, the middle class have it right usually...well occasionally, not too rich, not too poor, but always aiming for that goal in life, and always there for their family when it counts.

i mention the squandering of life because ive been quite lazy this past week, other than worrying about my poor friend, ive basically unpacked boxes and watched TV. when every day i mean to call Equity for information, phone up an agency for a directors information to ask for screenwriting aid, and a great many other things, when i realised that, i remembered every lazy person i ever see. especially through my till, i see fat people who "cant help their weight" but i end up scanning through piles of crisps, chocolate, fizzy drinks, frozen foods and maybe like, 1 piece of fruit. they also squander life, not because they are fat, but because like everyone else, its never their fault, its always someone elses, we live in an age of blame casting. no one is ever willing to take responcabilities for their actions, the fat blame the fast food, never the thought of "wait, im fat, hmm maybe i should exercise and cut down on all this crap...try to eat a bit better balanced", my ex girlfriend was always moaning about not having money, but would never ever go out of her way to look for a job. it just...it annoys me so much, if you want something, fight for it, stop blaming others. take responcibilites for your actions, only you can change you, only you are in control of what you do, so stop making excuses and live a life!!

yeah...my blogs will probably go back to being sarcastic soon...just had to get that off my chest. peace out.

Terror for a loved one

well, the girl of whom i love more than the heavens and earth combined is in hospital tonight, she is pregnant of about 20 weeks and has such a low blood pressure level that insufficient bloodflow is reaching the baby within her womb. i can honestly say i have never been more terrified, not for myself, but for her. life is a series of moments, and i want each of her moments to be perfect and filled with happiness, and this is clearly a huge red mark on my plan of perfect happiness for the girl.

i know the impact of losing this baby and what it will do to her, this tiny little dipper that has been growing within her for the past 20 months has been loved more and more by her with each passing day. the loss of such a child would crush her. now i dont mean the "oh he dumped me, he was the love of my life, im crushed" that can be cured with time and a new partner, or a heavy drinking session and the rapid destruction of greymatter (braincells), im talking about true crushing blow to the spirit and the heart. the amount of love i can tell she has for this child she has yet to meet, kicking about inside her as she keeps it safe from the horrors of the world, there would be no recovery, it will break her heart, a fracture that can never be healed, and i do not want that for her, she deserves so much better after all the crap and hardship she has had to endure. i love her and it is killing me that i cannot be by her side in this time of hardship. all i can do is present my feelings into this blog so they do not eat me from the inside out, i would give everything for this girl, and yet, i am powerless to do anything.

no jokes or sarcastic comments tonight, just worry and fear for a text that could mean the worst in the morning. if anyone out there reads this and is of the praying type. pray for her and her unborn child. its all i can do.

Kittycats and poopy pants

well its been a whole week in my new home now, the house party is finally over (wasnt all week, we had it the other night but shush) it was quite an amusing time, meeting my housemates friends, talking to them as they became increasingly drunk and incoherant from smoking certain substances. apparently according to one of them, mistaking a bottle of Sure deodorant in his girlfriends bag for a Lightbulb was enough to begin a giggling fit lasting over 2 hours.

i was constantly pointing to each of them and repeating their names loudly, to prove to myself that, 1. i could remember peoples names for once, and 2. exactly why im concidered a social outcast.

to add to the fun of the week, my cat decided to say "fuck you, you havent cleaned my litter box well enough for my standards" and promply pissed all over my bed right through the layers to the mattress. needless to say, i was pissed in a differant way. and my cat remained locked in my study for the rest of the day while i cleaned up and cursed him under my breath. for some reason, my friend cassie found it hilarious that he pissed on my bed. the only bit of pleasure i took out of the incidence is that, 1. my friend cassie was actually sleeping over that night, and 2. he pissed on her side.

i put together and painted a model given to me for my birthday yesterday. it took me about 4 hours to glue and paint it in total...time well spent....yeah. no seriously im quite proud of how well i painted it, and how much the glue fumes fucked with my eyes and stuck my fingers to themselves. but a job well done, is a job well done. as long as its not in Tesco. then is just a job.

anyway, its been quite a quiet week, so i think that pretty much wraps up all ive done...according to my rumbling stomach, ive neglected to eat today, so i say, farewell, or even, LIVE LONG AND PROSPER (spock ruuuuules)

Spazzy cats and Double bedrooms.

so im finally in my new house, with my 5 month old cat bouncing off the walls. literally. i swear he would be scrambling about the ceiling if he could. my bedroom is huge, i mean absolutely massive...of course its filled with boxes so it may as well be the size of a thimble.

so far its been pretty nice, finally got internet in my house, and get to sleep hearing my Cat purr next to my head.

my birthday was awesome, waiting in line for 2 hours to get onto the saw ride at Thorpe Park. getting soaked to the bone marrow on Tidalwave, see one of my best friends boyfriend win her a huge dog toy, and get me a spongebob toy.

yesterday was one of the worst evenings of my life by far. my Best friend text me to tell me she was going to hospital for abdominal pains and bleeding, she is pregnant and i knew that a miscarrage would crush her. i stayed up late waiting for that reply that would bring relief, which finally came and allowed me to calm down. though i still worry about her, i know i will always worry about her. but thats the duty of a friend, and apprently future godfather of the child (woo, i get my own mafia when its born! sweet) anywho, thats the news. aaaand my cat is currently dangling from the curtains. peace out.

the year of the studio

and here i stand (well sit) on my final day of living here in my studio flat, the first place i ever rented, first time i took those independent steps and stumbles, sorted out bills, cleaning, cooking, extended travel to work and back. where i watched a friend turn to a loudmouthed abusive ex to one of my other friends, where i stayed up all night excited for my small background role in "The Bill" tv soap, then promply passed out on getting home and waking up to some show about ventriloquist puppets that was on my tv at 1.30am. where i went paintballing for the first time, helping my team constantly win with my well placed smoke grenades, paintball covering fire and warning shouts of incoming enemy locations.

so much has happened in this past year that has really changed who i am as a person and helped me to shape into a much better and responsible person through it. im still good old sarcastic and strange guy all my friends know, but im also so much more. i will always remember this little flat as the place where that all happened, where i truly went from being a teen to a young man. if a studio flat can have that effect, i cant wait to see what my next place will do for my life.

at least at my next place i will be sharing with my good friend, therefore splitting the bills and having more spare money (sweet blessed money) to spend on things, so my Equity membership can actually be paid for, and allow me to boost my career ten-fold, with a bit of luck and right place/right time scenarios.

well, onwards and upwards, its the only way i can go so far, havent risen high enough to fall yet.

this is Sean McQuinn, signing off, thanks for listening children! (three dog referance, if you dont get it, shame on you, and play fallout 3)

random thoughts coming to the web

you know what ive recently realised completely, without a hint of a shadow of a doubt. my life sucks. liturally sucks, Dyson hoovers have nothing on my life, my life would suck the carpet so hard the foundations would be torn from the earth.
now, dont get me wrong, i have great friends and some good times, but the blight of my life, the very seed of all malice and anguish and annoyance in my life, is and only can be, Tesco (every little helps)
you see, Tesco, or Hellish cesspit, as i call it under my breath, is dull, it could not be duller if it was devoid of all colour and everyone spoke with a monotone voi...wait a second, pretty much everyone does speak monotone like... especially on tills, i myself try to spark up conversations with customers, but even then, its usually the same questions. (apparently my managers dont like me trying to ask insiteful questions to the customers, such as, "why are you buying pink tampons, does it make a differance what colour they are when they go in?" and "these condoms are alright, but i suggest getting Pleasuremax, all my female friends seem to love those!") so i end up repeating the same 5 lines over and over and over, for about 6 hours a day, go home, scream into my pillows and do it again the next day.... this has been my life for 4 years, thats 208 weeks, thats 1460 days. thats quite a large chunk of my life i am never getting back, it has been stolen from me...and legally!!!
my acting jobs are all no-gos, they are one off day jobs that never lead to anything greater than "thanks for coming in, we might call you next time we have a project (but we wont)" im hoping joining Equity over the summer will change all that, if not...more blogging to follow about how much Tesco sucks the hairy testicals of life. stay tuned!!