So… next year…

There was a longer blog that was more of a diatribe, but I’ve deleted it because it was a kneejerk reaction to a bout of anger I was feeling at the time. But the overall feeling remains the same – I don’t want to live with the same people next year. I have nothing in common with them, I’m helping to pay for things for what I feel I don’t get an equal share in using (eg Xbox; Sky), I’m expected to help pay for things when no-one’s done the same for me with Guitar Hero and Rock Band, something I let slide because I felt I was doing something nice for housemates. But that’s almost it. I just live with them, I don’t feel like I’m friends with them. I know I’m not the easiest person to tolerate let alone live with, but if they’ve got a problem with me, they won’t tell me, they’ll bitch to everyone else, as they do with anyone else they have a problem with.

To be honest, I feel I could only really be friends with one person in this house, but possibly for all the wrong reasons. Kind of why I moved in with everyone, actually – for all the wrong reasons. So I think we’re all moving out of this house (because it’ll be an extra £2 a week, OH MY GOD!), but… I don’t know if I’ll be moving into the same house as the rest of them. They don’t want me there anyway. They just won’t be honest about it.

So… Stuff Happened.

First things first – the Craig blogs stop. After what happened, I can’t trust him ever again not to renege on a promise and so I’ve lost all faith and trust in him, he revealed what little character he has, and I can never be his friend again. End of. There will of course be the occasional snide comment about him because he is a cunt, but they’ll eventually stop, hopefully sooner rather than later. As admittedly fun as they are to make. But since things have occurred between me and KC, yes, bitching will be phased out as I attempt to throw myself into work instead.

Yes, work. That thing that students do inbetween the drinking, the swearing, the clubbing, and the shagging. Apparently. Wait, I do four all of those… when did I turn into the cliche? I digress (MORRIS!). An essay due in 8 days. Several scripts/excerpts. I also have a trailing unit essay to do, and, to be blunt, I fucking hate that one. I loathed the Writing Contemporary Fiction essays because… well, fuck, it’s a Creative Writing course. How about more practical work? I don’t care about how class is featured in any of the books we had to read (all of which, to be fair, kinda sucked).

Bleh. Basically all the work means Robo-Pope, sadly, has to take a backseat for now. Ideas are still getting thrown into the cauldron of bat-shit craziness that will eventually give us the omelette that will be Best Movie Ever Made. The fact that I just insinuated that you can use a cauldron to make an omelette should give you some idea of how mental this film could be. Especially if we get even half the cast I want to (Bruce Campbell, Danny Trejo, Christopher Walken, Brian fucking Blessed).

That said, after all the essays are done, I’ll work on a short film script (as are some of the other screenwriters) that I got the idea for this morning. I’ve wanted to make a film about hitmen for a while now (can’t imagine why, probably nothing to do with In Bruges at all), so I’ve got an idea for that nailed down at the moment. Maybe even work it into a longer script somewhere down the line based on an idea I came up with Matt Smith after we saw In Bruges for the first time.

So yeah… just developing the idea for that now. Also, thanks to Ad for helping out with that. Conversations in Asda queues can help a lot. Even when there’s a pretty girl on checkout, and a hobo with a bottle of dry cider in front of us giving us very strange looks when we talk about hitmen and such.

Anyway. 10am lecture tomorrow (guess who won’t actually be awake for that in the end…) so I shall be off to sleep now! Until I can think of something else to talk about for about 500 words, adieu.

Well that was interesting

Craig rant part two, really. Thought I’d have a quick gander at cuntweasel’s blog… Finlay, you twunt, you really are a simple, simple creature. “Anyone who isn’t happy for you is unimportant”? Good to see you really cared about your friends, you thick fuck. Also, you’ve been together a couple of weeks, you’re not in love. For one, who the hell can love someone as cold and frigid as good ol’ Lizzie, ice bitch of Southampton?

Liz, you’re a rebound fuck so Craig can get over Mel. Nice and simple. Have fun trying to fake an orgasm in the 52 seconds that he lasts. Seems odd that he needs to find out what the term is for fucking dinosaurs since she does tend to resemble a velociraptor.

Sucks to be the both of you really.

Peace out.

Craig Finlay, you’re a complete nonce.

First of all, the blog title specifically aims at one direct target and it might not be entirely fair, so I should apologise.

But I’m not going to. Because Craig Finlay, you are a complete nonce. This’ll be a ranty blog, I’m not going to lie, and I’ll probably repeat things I’ve said before either because it backs up my argument, or because I thought it was a clever thing for me to say and/or thought it was funny. So sorry.

While that might make me sound full of myself, it also reveals something about me – I’ll admit if I’ve done something wrong. Craig Finlay is a… hmm… not sure of the word to use here. He’s not a man; that implies he’s got a penis, or that he’s reached puberty at all, or that he can actually stand up and admit he’s wrong. But no. He is a scrawny thing, as weak in moral fibre as he is in strength, not to mention his total inability to take responsibility for his actions and to face the consequences that his actions have. Passing the blame is something even a fucking five-year-old stops doing. And cowering when you passed me and my friends in the street the other day? You fucking child. Nice show of testosterone in front of your girlfriend, she must be pleased to be in a relationship with such a stunning show of man.

That said, you should’ve fucking cowered, and you should be fucking pleased that Ad was there. Words would’ve been exchanged between your head and the pavement. You’ve seen Fight Club? I am Edward Norton and you are Jared Leto. I’m also Edward Norton in the Incredible Hulk and American History X… Edward Norton’s actually a lot more bad-ass than we give him credit for…

Elizabeth Gill - if you ever read this - I’m just going to paraphrase John Cusack in High Fidelity. You are a pathetic rebound fuck. You know, if you ever loosen up and let Craig’s inept ego inside your cold, dry cave that you call a vagina (I’d say ‘cunt’, but that would be your mouth). Is this too harsh? No. They know what they were doing, and carried on anyway, without caring who they were going to hurt. From Liz, (not a typo; only her friends call her Lil) I expected this. She’s a cold-hearted bitch who rather infamously and oh-so callously dismissed me as ‘not good enough for her’ without even getting to know me properly, instead basing her impression of me on the opinions of…

Danielle Lawrence. Oh dear. Oh deary me. A woman so bitter that lemons and Guinness taste like pussy in comparison… (ignore the fact I’m clearly bitter about everything detailed in this, but I’ve been wronged, really. Danni just hates everything with a penis, hence why she still likes Craig).

So, basically… some sense into these people, please. They fucking need it.

Fine, I’ll blog! Sheesh…

I’m only blogging right now because Kerry told me to, I’m not going to lie. So… what’s been happening? Erm… not much, really. Well that’s a lie, last week was actually fun-filled and action-packed.

Monday:
Vaguely attempt to do some work in the library. I have to do an essay on social capital, a phrase invented solely for this essay. What does it have to do with Screenwriting? Fuck knows. Media Industries and Audiences… Jesus Christ, we just want to write scripts where characters blow shit up and make witty remarks (which is basically the reason of Robo-Pope’s existence. It will be amazing, I assure you). Ian McKay’s lecture, we watch something about a 1950’s youth club. It sucked. Then…

FIGHTSTAR! Fucking love that band, and now I also love Prego, who sound epic. Deaf Havana and Young Guns not so much. Just noise, really. Young Guns have one good song though (Weight of the World). Moshpits for Fightstar were epic though, and just what I needed. Deathcar… yikes. That was cool. Didn’t get in til half 1.

Tuesday:
WE HAVE INTERNET AT HOUSE! FINALLY. Christ. I don’t sleep until half 3 or something. Missed morning lecture, then caught up with the other screenwriters at the Giddy Bridge before we move on to the Old Fat Cat for Whacky-Stick, tasty beverages and pints of chips. Fuck I love the pints of chips.

Wednesday:
Screening of The Day The Earth Caught Fire. It’s like The Day After Tomorrow, but good. Then meet up with KC in town, she has to buy a birthday card and we have a quick look in the toy shop at the many beanie babies. Back to the Old Fat Cat for a couple of hours before returning home to get ready for Kaos, where we all had a pretty amazing time for Will’s birthday.

Thursday:
was rather uneventful for me because I stayed in bed most of the day. Then I got ready for karaoke, but not before pancakes at Ad’s. We all head off in our own directions that night, including me walking KC back to her’s. Dum de dum.

Friday:
I sit on the sofa pretty much all damn day before heading to Asda with Ad, I buy stuff, I come back. KC’s at home on her own, so I go over, keep her company and what-not.

Aaaaaaaaaand…

Today:
Me and KC go to Asda, we borrow Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory off of Ad, get Kerry, back to mine, Chocolate Factory double-bill, Deadliest Warrior, I walk them back to theirs.

I’m fully aware this is a really dull blog and the… three people who read it (Hi to Ad, Kerry and Mel. ) will already know most of all of this anyway. I will get more interesting, I swear.

Ah, screenwriting…

I’m not going to lie. I already enjoy it more than Writing Contemporary Fiction. I miss KC, Kerry and Mel, naturally (love you guys!), and I don’t entirely regret my time spent on that course last year. I do regret, however, trusting Craig to not be a backstabbing cunt-ferret, and Lil… well she’s just a bint.

By the way – word of the week has been ‘Cunt’. As in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4q4WM2jPv9w

Word of the day yesterday was ‘Gunt’. As in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3TZymrvQE4

More updates when I actually get internet of my own. Peace out, mofos.

I said I’d forget, didn’t I?

I might treat you to a m0re detailed blog later, but as it is, I need to take a quick shower before going out again, so to review very quickly:

Wednesday – London with Mel and Kerry for the filming of two episodes of Argumental. Priority tickets get us in the first three rows of the audience, and I touch a very inebriated Johnny Vegas (is there any other kind?) to see which of his toes isn’t real. (It’s the little one on his right foot.)

Thursday – I don’t remember much happening until the evening when I go to the Old Fat Cat with the screenwriters. I sing Mama Told Me Not To Come with Al, I butcher Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy, and I manage to get through Champagne Supernova to the last two people left in the pub.

Friday – Pissed at people, I’m not going to lie. Well, two of them (ooh, subtle). Overbearing thoughts of course defection and betrayals. Fuck off to the Isle of Wight that evening for the weekend. Awful cabaret at the holiday park, but Mum got pissed on a Vodka and Coke and two shots of Corkys. I feel bad because I bought the shots…

Saturday – Robin Hill. Long walk. Falcons and owls flying right over my head. I go to Ryde. It’s the definition of a seaside town.

Sunday – Drive around the Isle of Wight. Go to Alum Bay and the Needles, then Newport to see Up 3D.

Monday – Barely make it to class. Within half an hour of the ferry porting, we race to mine, drop my stuff off, I get dropped off at uni and I burst through the door panting before sitting down where I said I wouldn’t in what would’ve been a vague act of defiance.

Tuesday – I defect to Screenwriting. I’ll post another blog detailing my more exact feelings about doing this and my thoughts about the whole thing, but overall it’s just a better course for me personally.

In the beginning…

October 6th 2009, David Coates is not so much coerced as he is pushed into recording his thoughts in a blog.

October 8th 2009, David Coates will forget to record his thoughts in a blog.

So yeah, welcome to this blog thing that I may/may not continue to use. I will have to be reminded to do it. But here’s what to expect:

• Expect random blog entries regarding the ongoing making of epic blockbuster Robo-Pope!
• Expect musings on various films (using my patented rating system of “I fucking loved it!!!”, “It’s alright, I guess…” and “It’s shit. It’s just shit.”)!
• Expect bitching about whatever’s pissed me off! 
• Expect late night Thursday entries about the night of karaoke that had just occured!
• Expect hatred directed towards whatever tweenies are into nowadays, such as Twilight, Zac Efron, and the Jonas brother with the curly hair and one eyebrow!
• Expect elitist rants on how my taste in music PWNS yours!
• Expect none of that to happen when I forget I even HAVE this blog!