Quote of the Week #65

If you condition yourself to be just a little more considerate of the tiny things your brain does in reaction to innocuous everyday experiences, the world becomes a billion times more beautiful and interesting.

Tom Milsom

I've Only Modelled Twice, And Only The First Time Was Real

So a few nights ago, I had a dream.

I dreamt I was a model in some sort of fashion show, only the catwalk was around this big rectangular pool of water, and the audience sat around that, and the models modelled around the audience, and it was outside. I was the very last model to go on, and when I did, I started walking but stumbled in my heels and fell. The shoes I was modelling were the exact same ones that were in my wardrobe - red vintage Mary Janes.

Anyway, I got up, took the shoes off, brushed myself down, and continued walking with the shoes in my hands, trying to display them to the audience. For some reason, as I reached every corner of the triangle, I would stop and do a funny little bow. And for some reason, Rupert Grint was in the audience. I have no idea why. I don't usually dream of people I don't know. Once Cedric Diggory was in a dream, but that was years and years ago, and he was killed by the baddie. But in a chivalric way.

As I finished my walk and returned backstage, everyone started clapping and cheering, because the fashion show had ended. I opened a window and leaned out to get some fresh air, and people saw me. A group of girls came up to the window, and started babbling, but I recognised one of the girls, who I have a Hero Crush on, from A Healthy Kind of Vanity. She opened her mouth to say something to me, and I knew that whatever she was about to say was going to be very, very important...

I woke up. It was one of the most disappointing dreams I've ever had. Well, the dream itself wasn't disappointing, just the fact that I didn't get to hear what the girl was going to say to me.

When I was getting dressed that morning, I considered wearing my red shoes, but decided against it. I was still very nervous around them.

Quote of the Week #64

I don't do hugs. I am hugs.


Salvador Dali

My Battle For Supremacy With The Wind

As I was walking into school this morning, I noticed that some of the Kilkenny bunting that had been hung up had fallen on the ground. As I was just about to step over it and continue on my merry way, the wind suddenly raised the bunting about seven feet into the air above me. Of course the obvious choice was to wait for the wind to drop the bunting at my feet, and so I waited, staring up at it.

A gaggle (Gaggle? Honestly Eleanor, they're not geese) of 5th Years stepped under the bunting  and called to me 'Are ya coming through or what?!' I smiled at them politely, for that is what you do, and I could hear them laughing and cackling at me as they entered the doors of the school, but I kept my eyes on the bunting until finally, the wind dropped it at my feet and I was able to step over it and enter the school.

I immediately told my friend who, being far more level-headed and sensible than me (God knows someone has to be) was not as impressed or awestruck as I had expected her to be when I recounted my battle of supremacy with the wind, just as I have told you now. Then I thought 'Hey! Eleanor! You know who I could tell this amazing story to?'

'Those awesome people who read Apostrophe, of course!'

And then I went and wrote this. See? This is how Apostrophe is supposed to be - something happening to me, and me telling you about it, instead of me feeling guilty and floundering. Ahhh. This is nice.

Next time, I shall tell you how it feels to walk on water. (Wet. It feels really wet. And cold.)

Eleanor Roscuro

Quote of the Week #63

In the book, of course, she's described as very ugly and toad-like. And people say 'You'd be great for that part.' Thanks very much.


Imelda Staunton on playing the role of Dolores Umbridge in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (which I thought she was brilliant in, so there)

Fred The Friend

Hey guys, do you ever think what might happen if there were special robots, that looked exactly like teenage humans apart from all the computery stuff inside, that were designed to help people form relationships? A survey from a while ago showed an increase in depression in Irish teenagers, and what if these robots could be sent out so these teenagers can learn how to connect with people, to make friends, rebuild confidence and self-esteem? Although while you were making friends with the robot, it would feel sort of fake, because you'd know that the robot is supposed to like you, that's the mission, the name of the game. And what would happen once the person has learned all it can from the robot? Let's call the robot... Fred, for now. As time goes on, Fred and the person they've been assigned to would get to know each other a lot, and then Fred would have to start again with a completely different person. I suppose he would have to be reset. But that wouldn't be very nice for the reformed young person, would it?. Their new best friend has been spirited away in a blink of an eye, someone you had become attached to, confided in, and then some guy in a lab coat pressed a button and it's all gone, ready for someone else. Ready for someone else to exploit? No, I don't think it would be exploitation, because Fred is only doing his job, what he was made for. (He? Hmm...) But still, that still means Fred keeps being reset and passed around to all sorts of people, until he crashes, and they make Fred 2.0.

So I now conclude: Fred is a whore. No, that's mean. It's not his fault.

You should all read Girl Parts by John M. Cusack, that's what got me thinking about Fred - here's the book's trailer:



Apparently they make trailers for books now! Well, LA DI DA! Next thing you know, you'll be able to download entire books from the internet... Oh.

Seriously though, he makes some very good points about the way we interact with each other nowadays. You won't forget Girl Parts in a hurry. Also, Rose is a darling, although one of my favourite characters is the renegade... No, I can't give it away!

Eleanor Roscuro

September 1st... Welcome.

*shuffles onstage*

Today is September 1st, 2011. It's a Thursday.

This summer has been one of the best summers ever, for me anyway. Why? Because I felt completely free, completely free to do whatever the hell I wanted. Whether it was reading on my bed for hours on end, something I haven't been able to do for years, meeting friends that I hadn't seen for years and connecting again, which is lovely, rediscovering my love for Tumblr/Harry Potter/shipping Ron and Hermione/Horrible Histories, and generally just having a good time.

And then everyday, I would think 'I should blog now...' but then I would realise that I've been saying 'I should blog now' all year, and not 'I have something really good to blog about, so I'll write about that then'. Well, not as often as I should. It became 'I should blog now' because I would feel guilty that I couldn't come up with anything, and then just write lists, lots and lots of lists.

And I've really missed you all, I have. I'm just scared of not doing my best, giving you my best, what you deserve for being so wonderful. But I think I'm ready now. Yes, I am.

I think it's time for a song, to celebrate.



Alka Jessie are a local band set up last summer - but I'll talk about them more in my next post. Which I have actually planned. Getting back on track, I am.

Encore! Encore! Ah, go on.



Have I ever told you how much I love Mary Poppins? No... no, I haven't. We don't talk about films much, do we? I suppose that's my fault.

Also, dear Minnie and XxLadyBugxX, I am still alive. Thank you very much for asking! *glares at the rest of you, you inconsiderate...* Ah no, I love you all. It's great to be here.

Bye now.

Eleanor Roscuro

See you this weekend?