Spotted a job ad today and got VERY excited. It was advertising for a "Trainee Celebrity Photojournalist", wait for it...based in Los Angeles! I practically jumped off my chair, started imagining my oscars outfit, bumping into hollywood heartthrobs in starbucks etc. So I sent off my CV and five bullet points as to why I should have the job. I got an email back really quickly, the guy explained the job involved "car follows" and "stakeouts", a lot of hanging around outside nightclubs etc. Hmmm...not quite what I had in mind. I don't mind that kind of stuff but it's not really the direction I see myself going. I have to say mum sounded pretty horrified when I suggested the idea!!
So back to the drawing board in the job hunt. I still really want to go travelling too, especially after talking to my friend Kate the other night. Most of our uni friends have done all that but we haven't, I think I would regret it if I didn't take the plunge. Hmm we'll see...
Making good progress with my project on Margaret, the UK's loyalist royalist. She's so funny, I just hope the lecturers like the project and I pass, a merit would be good too!
Off to meet schoolfriends tomorrow which will be nice, also need to suss out a drinking venue for next Saturday night. Will head for Soho or Covent Garden I reckon. It's going to be wierd, my first birthday away from home! can't believe that...and I'm gonna be 27, ouch!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Brief Encounter
I wasn't sure whether to write about this or not but I figure it's been on my mind for the last few weeks and if I am deciding to write a blog, then I may as well say what I am thinking.
A month ago, after I had been to my friend's wedding, I came out of a club in Guernsey and was waiting for my friends. It was 2am, I was wearing the turquoise dress I had worn all day to the wedding with my high heeled shoes ( now killing me by the way!). A guy started talking to me and I turned around. He was literally the tallest person I think I have ever met. My jaw dropped and I simply said "My God! How tall are you!." He laughed and said 6ft 10. 6FT 10!!! and I am 5ft 2! It amused me so much I got my friend to take 2 photos of us together. So then we chatted, he told me his name which I promptly forgot ( alchohol), he told me he was a barman and then he asked for my number. I happily gave it to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and went to get my taxi, giggling the whole way back.
When I got back home, I got a text message "Hey it's the tall guy you met before!, you wanna go for a drink sometime?" We had some text banter which ended with him saying "By the way your gorgeous!". I snuggled into bed thinking I had the best day for ages and that comment just topped it off.
I woke with the hangover from hell and found another message on my phone from the tall guy. "Hey do you wanna go for a drink then, it would be awesome if u said yes!". Presuming it had been sent in the early hours I left it and didn't reply. The next evening I got another text message from the tall guy inviting me to his 21st in two days time. 21? Hmmm bit too young as recent experience proved...(another story). I politely said I was busy (which I was). We exchanged a few more text messages, the last was me saying sorry, but too busy to meet up and wishing him a happy birthday.
In the days leading up to his birthday I thought about him a few times. Who is he? How nice that he said I was gorgeous! I kind of hoped I would maybe bump into him when I was out the following weekend, we could talk a bit more.
So here's where it all gets strange....He went out on his birthday, sounds like he had a great time but then there was an accident. He fell in the marina in the early hours and drowned.
I heard about it the day after, it was all over the news but they didn't say who it was. That evening I was round at the house of a friend who used to work with. He was telling me about how some 21 year old died on his birthday and as soon as he said "he was 6ft 10 you know" my heart sank. It all fell into place.
Over the next week I found myself getting upset. Driving in the car, in my room, anywhere, it would suddenly get me. I just found it so so sad. I didn't know Sam, at all really, just met him that once but I couldn't stop wondering why I had met him 4 days before he died. What got me most was how can someone be having a great time, their whole life ahead of them, then that.
About 2 days after I heard the news I went onto myspace and decided to see if he had a page. I was interested in finding out more about him. I'm not sure why but I decided to send his best friend (who I had never met in my life) a message to tell him about my meeting with Sam, the fact I had recent photos of him( if he wanted copies). This is what is quite good about myspace, you feel you can do things like that, it's all very easy. I didn't really expect a reply but somehow I felt so much better just sending the message. Chris replied really quickly and we exchanged emails.
Since that message we have spoken every day and become mates. It's been a bizarre situation that's made me think a lot about life and how there's just so many twists and turns round the corner.
A month ago, after I had been to my friend's wedding, I came out of a club in Guernsey and was waiting for my friends. It was 2am, I was wearing the turquoise dress I had worn all day to the wedding with my high heeled shoes ( now killing me by the way!). A guy started talking to me and I turned around. He was literally the tallest person I think I have ever met. My jaw dropped and I simply said "My God! How tall are you!." He laughed and said 6ft 10. 6FT 10!!! and I am 5ft 2! It amused me so much I got my friend to take 2 photos of us together. So then we chatted, he told me his name which I promptly forgot ( alchohol), he told me he was a barman and then he asked for my number. I happily gave it to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and went to get my taxi, giggling the whole way back.
When I got back home, I got a text message "Hey it's the tall guy you met before!, you wanna go for a drink sometime?" We had some text banter which ended with him saying "By the way your gorgeous!". I snuggled into bed thinking I had the best day for ages and that comment just topped it off.
I woke with the hangover from hell and found another message on my phone from the tall guy. "Hey do you wanna go for a drink then, it would be awesome if u said yes!". Presuming it had been sent in the early hours I left it and didn't reply. The next evening I got another text message from the tall guy inviting me to his 21st in two days time. 21? Hmmm bit too young as recent experience proved...(another story). I politely said I was busy (which I was). We exchanged a few more text messages, the last was me saying sorry, but too busy to meet up and wishing him a happy birthday.
In the days leading up to his birthday I thought about him a few times. Who is he? How nice that he said I was gorgeous! I kind of hoped I would maybe bump into him when I was out the following weekend, we could talk a bit more.
So here's where it all gets strange....He went out on his birthday, sounds like he had a great time but then there was an accident. He fell in the marina in the early hours and drowned.
I heard about it the day after, it was all over the news but they didn't say who it was. That evening I was round at the house of a friend who used to work with. He was telling me about how some 21 year old died on his birthday and as soon as he said "he was 6ft 10 you know" my heart sank. It all fell into place.
Over the next week I found myself getting upset. Driving in the car, in my room, anywhere, it would suddenly get me. I just found it so so sad. I didn't know Sam, at all really, just met him that once but I couldn't stop wondering why I had met him 4 days before he died. What got me most was how can someone be having a great time, their whole life ahead of them, then that.
About 2 days after I heard the news I went onto myspace and decided to see if he had a page. I was interested in finding out more about him. I'm not sure why but I decided to send his best friend (who I had never met in my life) a message to tell him about my meeting with Sam, the fact I had recent photos of him( if he wanted copies). This is what is quite good about myspace, you feel you can do things like that, it's all very easy. I didn't really expect a reply but somehow I felt so much better just sending the message. Chris replied really quickly and we exchanged emails.
Since that message we have spoken every day and become mates. It's been a bizarre situation that's made me think a lot about life and how there's just so many twists and turns round the corner.
Feeling ill...why not start a blog?
So I am here, on my bed feeling rough ( not alcohol related). I know I am not going to be able to sleep so I've decided to start a blog, as you do!
I also won't be able to sleep tonight as I have two tutorials back to back tomorrow to "discuss" my major photography project. I'm spending time with a woman obsessed with the royal family and who has the largest collection of memorabilia in the country. For tomorrow I have put together a slideshow with audio interview and some text. I'm quite pleased with what I have put together but feel, once again my lecturers will give me a bored look, say something I don't really want to hear and leave me feeling deflated. I know they don't mean it but hey, a little encouragement would be nice for a change.
Went to Spittalfields Market with Wei Wei today. She wanted curry for breakast, I had noodles (prob why I am feeling so dodgy). I had a coffee to drink, (have had about 10 cups of coffee today so am going to start smelling like a teacher if I am not careful!). After the market I wanted to go into the church near the market, it's massive and I just wanted to see what it was like inside (this interest probably stems from my mum dragging us into every church in France to light candles for relatives in my youth). Anyway, it's a really beautiful church and this little group were standing in the corner playing classical music. It was just really nice about 10 people just sitting watching. Then, this lovely moment was ruined by one of the party, a 60 year old woman, who started dancing like a maniac to the music by the alter. I waited for someone to stop her but then realised, to my horror, she was one of the group and this was all planned! All I could think of was Fatboy Slim's "Praise You" video. I caught the eye of one of the audience and we just smirked. I really wished my mates from back home were there to witness that moment, it was classic!
I also won't be able to sleep tonight as I have two tutorials back to back tomorrow to "discuss" my major photography project. I'm spending time with a woman obsessed with the royal family and who has the largest collection of memorabilia in the country. For tomorrow I have put together a slideshow with audio interview and some text. I'm quite pleased with what I have put together but feel, once again my lecturers will give me a bored look, say something I don't really want to hear and leave me feeling deflated. I know they don't mean it but hey, a little encouragement would be nice for a change.
Went to Spittalfields Market with Wei Wei today. She wanted curry for breakast, I had noodles (prob why I am feeling so dodgy). I had a coffee to drink, (have had about 10 cups of coffee today so am going to start smelling like a teacher if I am not careful!). After the market I wanted to go into the church near the market, it's massive and I just wanted to see what it was like inside (this interest probably stems from my mum dragging us into every church in France to light candles for relatives in my youth). Anyway, it's a really beautiful church and this little group were standing in the corner playing classical music. It was just really nice about 10 people just sitting watching. Then, this lovely moment was ruined by one of the party, a 60 year old woman, who started dancing like a maniac to the music by the alter. I waited for someone to stop her but then realised, to my horror, she was one of the group and this was all planned! All I could think of was Fatboy Slim's "Praise You" video. I caught the eye of one of the audience and we just smirked. I really wished my mates from back home were there to witness that moment, it was classic!
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