This Is Not A Democracy

2007, then.

I keep saying to myself that this year sucked. And I guess in a way it did. I stopped loving my job, I almost walked out. But then, this has also been a fucking amazing year in so many ways.

I sat here, exactly a year ago, listening to From Under the Cork Tree and watching Kerrang! TV intermittently. I had no idea at the time how fucking huge this year would be.

( ...a year in pictures )

So, I totally posted new pictures on my Flickr, yesterday, if anyone fancies laughing at the emokid.

I look SO. FUCKING. WHITE. But my hair is cool. Sometimes I swear it really is the only thing I have going for me...

What else to say? Oh yeah. Not coming to coffee this evening, after all. Too tired, too busy. Too much packing to do. And I'm chatting to fadefromblack, so nur.

Obviously, as of Friday I will be away. We're leaving for Vancouver Saturday morning, and I don't know if I can use my phone there, but I should have internet access - although of course, I will be in a different timezone.

People who wanted to meet up, let me know asap. You will probably have to decide when and where and give use directions.

Don't forget you can keep up with what we're doing at bandrdocanada. It probably won't be that exciting.

Not much else to say, except I am actually looking forward to the Fall Out Boy gig on the day I get back more than the holiday. Yay.

VANCOUVER HAS BEEN BOOKED!!

*runs around screaming... and then remembers Atlantis and crawls into a corner*

I am so jealous!

Vancouver is expecting a rare snowfall today of up to 20cm!


I WANT SNOW, DAMMIT!

Whenever I'm feeling crap, I go to Craigslist and look at places to live in Vancouver.

Looks like prices have gone up a bit...

I do wonder, sometimes, how the hell I'll ever get there. Getting more experience in working with Marketing and Publicity will probably help get a visa, and the ancestry thing might swing it for me a teensy bit. I think what I really need to do is speak to someone at the Canadian Embassy and find out if there's a snowflake's hope in Hell of being given a working visa; and then find out what I'd need to do to get it.

I do still want to join the TA, but I almost feel there's more chance of me getting to Vancouver than there is of me getting fit enough, soon enough to be in the Army.

Maybe if I got some qualifications in Marketing (my company might be able to help with that, having joined the Investors in People scheme) it would make it easier to get a visa. I know that you can get in on the strength of your qualifications if you're a secretary or a Business Development Officer. I've acted as assistant PA to the director of a company (I interviewed her nannies!), a receptionist and office manager (corporate and medical), I've helped devise brochures and adverts, I've done extensive proof-reading for brochures, adverts and venue maps. I've just joined the Publicity Committee (upon request, rather than a voluntarily) for my theatre society and I've co-created a website intended to elevate the online presence of underappreciated actors - which is almost at launch stage. With a bit of practise, I could regain my grasp of conversational French, and also Italian.

I'm twenty-four in November. And I have got a fuckload of very useful experience.

Maybe the qualification is a way to go about it.

I'm just crap at studying, is the problem.

Edit: Oooh ooh ooh! They're halving the application fee to get to Canada - they're trying to make it easier for skilled workers. Sounds like they're a bit desperate. Maybe they'll have me after all...

My capacity for weird sleeping patterns impresses even me, sometimes. I went to bed at six am this morning, got up around seven in the evening (having been out of bed twice, if you include the time Elise phoned to ask why I wasn't at coffee) and have felt somewhat inclined to go back to bed for the past few hours. It's only four in the morning, now.

Maybe when I move to Vancouver I'll work a graveyard shift somewhere. I'm definitely more inclined towards the night. It's no wonder my boss calls me a Goth, really. And he hasn't even seen the novelty photo-shopped imaged of my glowing-red eyes and fangs.

On another note, Julie and I were talking about Boyan, earlier. We're a little puzzled and concerned that the last thing we know he was working on was filming over a year ago. I suppose there's a possibility that he's filming something now, but if it was that big a role, or that significant a project, it would have appeared on his IMDb by now.

Odd.

We're both still really looking forward to Within being released. The trailer looks better than we anticipated, although I'm a little bitter that I could probably act better than either of the girls. Not that I really think I'd ever get paid by anyone for acting. I mentioned to my dad that I thought I was too fat to be an actress (currently a British size sixteen.. with a size 12 waist) and he 'reassuringly' countered, "Oh, don't say that - you could be like Kathy Bates."

Um. Cheers, Daddy.

I do get curious, though, about what actors do on their non-filming periods, if they don't own half of LA. I know some bit-parters 'job' where they take every-day jobs, like temping, in between - but it's hard to imagine some of them doing that. I know that Joe May, who is one of the guys we plan to host on the Camera Obscura, does voice work. He's probably better at that than he is at acting on screen. It's not his fault. I just think that at some point someone told him to play to his strengths, and he's pretty with outrageous eyelashes, so ever since he's worked the puppy-eyes and little else.

Oh - and while I'm here, I wanted to formally thank Cliff Crego for giving me permission to use his poem on my LJ layout. I think it's a lovely and totally apt little poem, and I'm glad he said I could.

Still reading Jarhead. I got to the Troy part in the early hours of yesterday morning. Cried. No surprise there.

I really can't wait to go and see it again. Still no icon. Must fix that.