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Thursday, January 27th, 2005
10:29 pm
I want to talk to someone but no one's on...

Come on. Go on AIM or MSN or something, I want to talk to someone.

Also, I HAVE A SPIDER ON MY FACE!!! I don't know what to do about it.


Never mind. I'm going to bed now. I don't know where the spider's gone... probably in my hair.

(tell a joke)

Friday, January 14th, 2005
10:26 pm
Okay, I'm posting to advertise my new webcomic! It's a different to the one I may have mentioned earlier, which is going nowhere. This one is actually going somewhere, and hopefully, will be updated every day!

It's called Conversations With God and is about a character named coolgal who chats on the internet with God. Anyway, it can be found here: http://coolgal.keenspace.com

The site still needs a lot of work, though.

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Monday, January 10th, 2005
1:33 pm

I just realised that one of my best friends from school was in India at the time of the Tsunami for her brother's wedding, but I don't know where abouts.

Now I am really freaked out.

current mood: scared

(tell a joke)

Sunday, December 26th, 2004
4:22 pm
It's been forever since I've updated. I''d talk about what's going in my life more but I don't really feel like it right now. I'm just posting to say that I'm going to be gone tomorrow for ten days. No internet access. I'm posting it here since the WA forums are down so if they're fixed before I come back, then yeah, one of you guys who read this can tell the others.

(tell a joke)

Sunday, December 5th, 2004
3:48 pm
Hey - haven't updated in ages. Sorry bout that.

As for people who want to read the rest of my screenplay... don't worry, I haven't forgotten. It's just that it's on the computer upstairs and now that it's summer, and upstairs is much much hotter, I only go up there to sleep mostly. So... I'll be updating that only on cooler days.

Anyway, I was watching the end of Little Shop of Horrors, (The musical), on TV the other day and I noticed something which I never noticed before. It's not really a big deal, it was just something that occurred to me.

Anyway, here it is: At the very start of the film it establishes that what Seymore and Audrey (the woman, not the plant) want is to get out of town. This is established more throughout the whole movie, in particular with Audrey looking at house catalogues etc.

Near the end Seymore realises that this dream is in reach because of the plant and the money being offered to him, but before he gets the cheque he destroys the plant.

The thing is: The movie ends with them getting out of town and living in a nice house together. The thing I noticed about this move (which I never noticed before) was that throughout the movie it built up the premise of them needing to get out of town, and it ended with them getting out of town, but didn't explain how they actually got out of town.

Like I said, no big deal, just something I noticed. And I still love the movie.

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Wednesday, November 24th, 2004
3:45 am
I'm going to Bega in a few hours with dad. And dad says he might give me a driving lesson. I'll be there for three days.

Grandmother and Grandfather are coming over on the weekend on their annual grandchildren visiting rounds. That'd be good.

Anyway, here's another scene of my screenplay. This scene contains an important clue to the story, by the way. You'll probably even be able to work out what the clue is, but perhaps not what it means.

[Unknown LJ tag]


Back in real time, the boy enters the room, carrying a pillow and a knife. He takes the pillow up to his feather pile and slashes it with the knife, and shakes the feathers out of the pillow onto the pile, discarding the now empty case. Sue follows after him, angrily, and the boy seeing her, ducks out of the room to avoid her rage. Jack follows closely after her, much more calmly.

That little brat! He stole my pillow!

It’s not really your pillow, it’s mother’s. By the way, I’ve been thinking, maybe he’s deaf?

The boy?

John nods his head. Sue thinks about this possibility.

It would explain a lot of things. But no... No, he can’t be. He may ignore you and me, but he responds to
mother. He’s not deaf.

Maybe he’s just mute, then?

I don’t know, can mute people scream?

I’m not sure...

It’s your problem now, anyway. I’m leaving.

John sighs. Sue gives John a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, then picks up the suitcase near the door and puts on a coat and hat from the coat rack.

Goodbye and good luck. You’ll need it.

Sue leaves, and the boy poked his head around the corner.

Don’t worry, she’s gone now.

The boy enters the room and sits down on his feathers.

I still don’t know your name.

The boy just blinks at John.

And I guess you’re not going to tell me, are you? I suppose I’ll just ask mother.


You really do have a striking resemblance to my father. A lot younger of course, but it’s definitely there.


Nod if you’re a relative, shake your head if you’re not.

The boy lies down on his pile on his back, still looking at John, and smiles. Dianne enters, and the boy closes his eyes.

Good morning, mother.

Good morning, Johnny. Where’s Sue?

You just missed her.

Oh, dear, she didn’t even wake me to say goodbye.

Dianne gives a melodramatic sigh as she sits onto the couch.

She really does hate me, doesn’t she?

Oh, don’t say that, mother. I’m sure she wouldn’t have looked after you for five years if she didn’t love you. She probably just didn’t want to wake you.

I’m her mother so she felt duty-bound to look after me, but she hates me.

Don’t say that, mother.

Why not? It’s true.

Dianne looks towards the boy and smiles.

Come here, sweety.

The boy sits up and then scampers up to Dianne and sits in her lap, and she begins playing with his hair.

At least you love me, don’t you sweetheart? Come on, give me a kiss.

The boy gives Dianne a peck on the lips.

Who is he?

Don’t you recognise him?

He does looks familiar, is he a relative of father’s?

Dianne shakes her head at John.

You’re a silly boy, aren’t you?

Dianne looks at the boy.

Johnny is so silly, isn’t he? Isn’t Johnny a silly boy?

The boy breaks out into a big smile as John puts his hands on his hips, pretends to smile and shakes his head.

What’s his name, at least?

Johnny wants to know your name. What shall we tell him your name is? Is it... Johnny?

The boy appears to be laughing although he makes no sound.

Yes, that will do, his name’s Johnny. Little Johnny.

Mother, I’m serious.

Oh, now Big Johnny sounds just like Sue Poo. In fact, that’s who he is. He’s Sue Poo!
The boy starts gasping with laughter.

So who does that make me? I must be Jack!


Yes, Sue’s father. Johnny’s father, too.

Who’s mother, then?

Ah yes, Dianne. Where is Dianne? Maybe Dianne’s left us all alone, abandoned us forever.

At this point the boy stops laughing, and all of a sudden puts on a very serious face. He jumps off Dianne’s lap and runs back to his pile of feathers, burying himself in it, covering his face.

Honey, wait! Where are you going? Come back!

Dianne looks at John, worried.

Did I say something wrong?

I don’t know, mother. I’m going to make breakfast.

(tell a joke)

Monday, November 22nd, 2004
3:58 pm - House on Daisy Hill - Continued
Forgot to post the story yestersay, so I'm doing it now. The third scene in my screenplay. This is one of my nicer scenes, I think. After this scene was read out, Sera, who was sitting next to me, whispered to me, "I liked that scene." So, I hope you like it, too. It's a nice, short, flashback scene.

The previous scenes in this story can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/d_fool/55193.html
Here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/d_fool/55841.html
And here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/d_fool/56135.html

House on Daisy Hill - ContinuedCollapse )

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Sunday, November 21st, 2004
12:10 pm
I just found out Amelia's mother's coming, too. The way dad was saying it it sounded like Amelia was coming by herself.

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11:01 am
My cousin's coming to visit today. Well, my mum's cousin's daughter to be exact, and Nessa's sister. Usually it's Nessa we spend time with, so I actually don't know Amelia that well, but I have memories of memories of playing with her when I was really really small. Anyway, dad reckons that we would have a lot in common, and reading some of Nessa's posts it looks like I share some of her bad habits. ;) Anyway... we'll see.

She's a bit older than me but not my much... (I don't think.) Anyway, I gave up a get-together at Florina's. I hope she doesn't think I'm snobbing her off or anything... Oh well. If Amelia wants to come along I'll just ring her back or something.

(tell a joke)

Saturday, November 20th, 2004
10:24 pm - House on Daisy Hill - Continued
Alrighty then, I guess I'm going to post the next segment of my screenplay. I don't know if anyone other than Nessa is actually reading it... but oh well. Nessa alone is a good enough reason to post it anyway. ^_^

Okay, you can find the first parts of my story here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/d_fool/55193.html
And here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/d_fool/55841.html

In the first scene and the start of the second scene, we meet John, Sue, and a young boy with a pile of feathers. We also just meet Dianne. We are introduced to the house, which is as messy as my bedroom, (even my bedroom was covered in feathers at one stage when my rats ate right through my doona - and I have an inkling that it influenced the dream that this screenplay is based on in a large way.)

Anyway, the rest of the second scene is more about Dianne! Whoo! Dianne's a five year old girl trapped in the body of a fifty year old woman. She was fun to write, I'll tell you that. It also introduces their situation a bit more.

House on Daisy Hill - ContinuedCollapse )

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Friday, November 19th, 2004
1:44 pm - House on Daisy Hill: Continued
Alright, the second scene is MUCH longer than the first, so this is just the first part of the second scene. Which means where I've put the break won't be the smoothest... but I'm sure you'll survive.

The first part of this story can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/d_fool/55193.html

House on Daisy Hill - ContinuedCollapse )

(tell a joke)

1:40 pm
Anyway, I'm going to post the next part of my screenplay next. Couldn't do it yesterday, the internet on this computer wasn't working. It was working on the other computer, but my screenplay's not on the other computer. But it seems to be fine now, but first:

questionsCollapse )

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Wednesday, November 17th, 2004
4:09 pm - You know you've been playing too many video games when:
You want to try something but aren't sure of the consequesnces, so you think, "I'll just save now in case anything goes wrong."

I'm such and idiot. >.< I realised what I was thinking when I couldn't save.

I wish though... wouldn't that be awesome to "save your life" and go back to that point whenever you want?

And then there'd also be "restart life."

(tell a joke)

12:34 pm - House on Daisy ill
Alright, you asked for it. I said if three people wanted to read my screenplay, then I'd start posting it in segments. And.... well... three people wanted to read my screenplay. So now you're all stuck with reading my 30-page trash. You can all blame Yammo, Nessa and Krazee.

Heheh, don't worry, I'll use LJ cut. And I'm not posting it all at once, either. It's based on a dream I had, so enjoy my bizarre dream.

I'm thinking I might actually turn one of them into a film. I'd like to do this one, but it means having to find a big white house on a hill, and an identical hill but without the house.

Or I might do my shorter one, which is okay and would be easier to do and take less time to do, but if I do, I'd probably have to work on the ending A LOT. I'm not too happy with it atm.

As for what you're about to read: It's still a first draft and I still have a bit of work to do on it. But I'm sure you won't hold it against me.

Anyway, following is the first scene. I hope it's not too hard to read. Because this is LJ, when I copied and posted the different indentations weren't there, so I spaced them in. But when I clicked on "preview" the spaces weren't there anymore. Anyway, it's a bit harder to read it without the different indentations, but I'm sure you'll be fine. It's also dialogue-based, as oppose to image-based, which is what screenplays are supposed to be, but my teach says it worked alright anyway. It's titled, "House on Daisy Hill."

House on Daisy Hill - by Naomi GreenCollapse )

current mood: creative

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12:26 am - Last day of TAFE!
Well, on the last day of school, my class FINALLY got round to looking at my latest screenplay... And they seemed to really like it. -ego rush- :D

I'd put it here but then I realised that it's actually thirty pages and to make a thirty page post on LJ... well... Maybe I could post it in segments. A page a day or something, in cut thingies, of course. But only if you guys are interested. Let me know, if more than... three people post that they want to read my screenplay, I'll start posting it in segments.

And the teach talked to each of us how we've been doing in the year,
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Friday, November 12th, 2004
2:15 pm
re-enrolled for next year at TAFE yesterday. I'm doing screenwriting, poular fiction, poetry, and editing.

I'm a bit worried about editing, it's going to be the least fun out of all of them, but it's compulsorary so I need to get it out of the way sooner or later.

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Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
6:00 am
Religious discussions with dad = no sleep.

Stayed up half the night discussing religious stuff with dad, the other half lying in bed trying to sleep but instead thinking about what dad said and what I learned from the discussion and whether or not I agreed with him. Because he brought up some interesting things and interpretations of the scripture that had never occurred to me or been pointed out to me before.

And before I know it, it's daylight outside.

And I still can't sleep.

It was good, though. I enjoy these talks with dad. I enjoy most things to do with my religion, but going to church doesn't result in me staying up all night thinking about it. And it probably should.

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Tuesday, November 9th, 2004
7:15 pm
Okay peoples, what should I do?

You know how, in my screenplay, I hated Father Mallory's role in it? That's because the part of my story that's a mystery, basically his role is to explain all the bits which haven't yet been resolved. Now, I hate it when TV shows do that, just explain everything in one big heap instead of leaving it for the smart or insightful people to understand and have them exlain it to the not-so smart people. I prefer that, instead of having one guy just come and explain everything at the end. But time constraints and the fact that I don't think that even the smart people will get it with just what I already had there required me to bring in Father Mallory.

But now that I have an extra afternoon to work on it, I can fix it up a bit. But I'm going to ask you guys what I should do.

-Leave it how it is

-Take away Father Mallory or at least that scene with Father Mallory and just leave everything unexplained, which would leave people scratching the head going WTF that made no sense! I don't get it at all! Although if I'm lucky they might make sense of it, or even make their own sense of it so everyone would have a different interpretation of what's going on and what it means which would be really cool but that's unlikely to happen.

-Spend another night on it making it twice as long giving more hints to make it more graspable but still not explaining everything, probably making it twice as long which means I'm going to have to take away a bunch of other important stuff just so it fits within the time limit. Which means more of the mystery, but less of the other stuff like character development and some elements of the actual story.

(tell a joke)

6:25 pm
Well you know how I spent all day and half the night finishing my screenplay? Oh, how happy and relieved I was to finally have it done. Well, I go to bed, wake up the next morning and... Surprise, surprise! No printing paper in the house at all!

So I save it on a floppy and take it to school and when we try and print it out... the file can't be opened on any of the computers! Yay!

Well that was a waste of time. I'm bringing it in again tomorrow though. Maybe I will even do some more work on it.

Although Alex was telling me a story about this other class - he has been bringing all his assignments in late so he decides, -this- assignment he will get in on time. He stays up to 7am working on it and finishes it - which gives him a couple of hours of sleep. He will come to class, drop it off, then come straight home again back to bed. Simple.

But it's all for nothing when he sleeps through the whole class. Poor guy.

(tell a joke)

11:41 am
YES! Last night, (Or rather, 3am) I finished my screenplay. Gawd. That thing's been hovering over my head for about a month. Of course I left it to the last minute...


Of course, as I'm writing something at 3am in the morning I tend to not hate it, (if I did I'd never be able to finish it) But now the next morning I'm afraid to look at it. Just in case it's, you know, horrible.

Ah, well. Too much dialogue. Too too much dialogue. And I hate the character Father Mallory. Well, I don't hate him but I hate his role in the screenplay. But I like his first line.

"Who the hell are you?" See, it's funny cos he's a priest. Heheheheheh...

Anyway, I gotta get ready for school now. See ya.

(tell a joke)

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