It's official. More people have read my giant Skins post than my The Pretty Reckless/Warped Tour post.
Because of that...
US Skins has episode 2 on MTV tonight at 10 pm. We all know it doesn't quite stack up to the UK version, but I'm watching it because I think that the girl who plays Michelle is cute and because I kind of get where I think Tea's coming from. Guess we'll find out tonight, since it's Tea-centric instead of Cassie-centric (aka Cadie-centric once you account for character change) like the UK version.
Hello hello hello mes amis! What have you been up to? Not that you ever tell me... it's been far too long since I last got a comment on here... (hint hint).
Anyways, I'm just hanging out with ma maman and watching Bravo, since I haven't been living at home for the last three months but I'm back now. This is the best part of it, though. The hanging out and watching bad TV (she has an unhealthy love of Real Housewives, remember) and stuff. She's even helping me with the design for my next tattoo.
It's going to be three little birds above the tattoo of her name on my ankle. One pink, one blue and one green I believe, but light, like watercolors. We've been talking about it a lot... it's another one like... for her. I sort of doubt I'll ever get one for my dad, though. At least, not until he's gone and died, then maybe in honor of THAT...
Anyways, the rest of the day mostly involves cleaning out my former apartment so I have hope of getting my deposit back. Not that I really want to clean or anything. Then it's home to crash, because tomorrow morning...
I get to dye my hair more blond and lop of about five or six inches because I'm sort of sick of my hair. I'll let you know how it turns out.
Well... this has been sitting, un-posted, in my blog archive since this morning, so I'll just... post it now.
The only other thing I can ask of you is to check out my new blog, The Mixtape Chronicles, over at thedailymixtape.blogspot.com and let me know what you think of the songs.
Since I finally switched from my battered old Mac to the Lenovo I bought my mother (who insists that it's mine, so I brought it to my flat because my Mac's wifi failed) I've finally been able to sort out my stats.
Meaning: I now get to see who and what and where visits my blog. My most popular post is my Warped Tour/Pretty Reckless post, mainly because of the pictures of Taylor Momsen. My second most popular is about Meghan McCain because the word "boobs" is in the title.
So I guess I owe a lot of thanks to Taylor Momsen and big boobs?
Anyways, I thought I'd get on before heading to work. I'm watching my boyfriend play Modern Warfare and he keeps trying to convince me to play. I mean, I might. It doesn't seem to difficult and I've babysat his dude before while he's been off doing things and doesn't want to get kicked, so I might be able to actually hold my own. I'd need to practice where others can't witness it though. So I might do that.
But for now I mostly watch and listen.
Yesterday was actually quite interesting. Well, not always good interesting, but interesting. He was playing a round with his brother, his brothers girlfriends stepfather (complicated, I know) and assorted other people who started picking on these three Brits.
That sort of pissed me off because I am British at heart and am planning on moving to England and could really do with a few less American's making other countries hate us.
The girl, whose gamer tag was Lady Sov (as in Lady Sovereign, the cutest petite rapper on the planet... and I know I'm already bisexual so this might mean less, but yes I'd go gay for her...) and my boyfriends dumbass brother called her a whore.
Now, I get it. Darrell is a complete tosser (though explaining to him what a tosser was after the girl called him it was almost worth it...) and no one was particularly surprised by this turn of events. Then there was the fact that to piss them off he called them Australian... and has been calling Australians British to piss them off...
It was quite silly all in all but it ended in a privet chat where I got to listen to the three Brits rip into Americans.
Which was so worth it.
My favorite quote came from the girl, who said...
"You guys are such a racist country, and you've got a black president, how fucking confused are you?"
It's true.
Anyways, I've got to go make a pack lunch since my lunch break isn't long enough for me to go anywhere and I don't have money to go anywhere anyways, between Christmas and the fact that today is my boyfriends mum's birthday. Must go buy her chocolates or something...
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Perhaps this is just a blog about the amazing UK show Skins and its up and coming US counterpart, or perhaps this is just a taste of reality.
Either way, hold on tight.
What was the first thing that I ever saw of the British TV show Skins? How did I first meet Tony, Michelle, Sid, Cassie, Chris, Jal, Maxxie, Anwar, and Effy?
This is how:
That video is of a party. A party full of teenagers. Teenagers in Bristol. I was a little shy of 15 at the time, and I watched the first season on YouTube because it took FOREVER to reach America.
(I'll pause while you realize that that explains A LOT)
That first season of Skins gave us some really interesting characters. REALLY interesting characters.
The first generation:
Meet Tony Stonem, world class douchebag, and his younger sister Effy - the dangerous party girl, despite her young age. Then there's Sid Jenkins, the socially incompetent best friend that Tony treats like shit, and Chris Miles, who is by far the biggest party boy in the first season with nicknames like Monkey Man and a motto of "Fuck It". Jal Fazer, the daughter of a famous rapper and clarinet prodigy, is the best behaved in the first season while her best friend Michelle is Tony's girlfriend, a gorgeous girl who needs to learn to stand up to Tony's shitty behavior. There's also Anwar Kharral and Maxxie Oliver, the drug using sex obsessed muslim and the amazing gay dancer respectively. And we best not forget Cassie Ainsworth, the daughter of sex obsessed seemingly bohemian parents who gets attention by being anorexic and taking too many drugs. And then there's Abigail Stock, Tony's bitchy privet girls school attending mistress, and in season two there's Sketch, who tries to bed the very gay Maxxie and nearly kills Michelle.
The second generation:
Come the third season, only Effy is left, with her friend Pandora Moon - who is a total mess, complete with hair baubles and neon bright sneakers. At their first day of college they meet the rest of the cast: Katy and Emily Fitch, twins with a queen bee complex (Katy) and a doormat personality and in the closet love of a girl named Naomi (that would be Emily, of the famous Naomily romance), as well as Naomi Campbell the outspoken and political blond. James Cook, the overly confident son of a bunk off father and self-obsessed artist mother, shares the screen with his best friends JJ Jones (who has Asperger syndrome and uses magic tricks to make friends) and Freddie Mclair, who falls madly in love with Effy and is a weed smoking, skateboarding slacker with a heart of gold. The final in the main line up is Thomas Tomone, who came to Bristol to make a life for his mother and siblings and gets himself sent back to the Congo when his mother finds out about his hedonistic behavior, only to return not long after. Karen McClair, Freddie's sister, wants nothing more than to become famous, is a main supporting character.
We're still waiting on news for the fifth season - third generation - but here's a picture:
In the American version, we have Stanley (the renamed Sid), Michelle, Chris, Abbud (the renamed Anwar), Cadie (the renamed Cassie), Tony, and Tea (the renamed/regendered Maxxie).
Here's a look at their version of the series one trailer:
Well... it isn't exact. But it still looks alright, yeah? mean... it's MTVs version, of course... but...
I read on the comments on the official Skins US page that some people like this new Michelle better. I do. Well... maybe not better. But I like her sooner, if that makes sense. I liked Michelle UK well enough at first but didn't start to like her much until near the end of the first series.
Michelle US seems a little more interesting.
And I sort of fancy the girl who plays her...
*cough*
Anyways.
So that's the start of my big post about Skins. The start, you ask?
Yes. Just the start. You see, Skins is a bit of an obsession of mine. A friend went so far as to call it a fetish. I will admit that it has influenced the book I'm writing right now, called The Perfect Girl and yeah it involves Celtic lore, but shush. I will also admit that I kind of want to be them.
And I kind of am them.
Unless something changes, by this time next year I will be.
Regardless, it's time to talk Skins.
The reality that is skins is somewhat overwhelming. It's a teen television show that gives the teenage condition weight. We don't all act like the bimbos on the Hills. We're not on One Tree Hill or My Life As Liz. Skins pushes it to extremes, slightly more extreme than a chunk of teenagers will admit to.
Or see.
The funny thing about American teenagers in particular is that we all lie about it.
All of us.
Not always about the same things, but we all lie.
"Are you having sex?" "No."
"Are you taking pills?" "No."
"Are you drinking alcohol?" "No."
"Are you smoking marijuana?" "No."
"Are you smoking cigarettes?" "No."
"Did you go to the party last night?" "No."
"Did you just get home?" "No."
"You haven't stopped eating again have you?" "No."
Much like Chris tells Jal in episode 5 of season 2, we need to stop saying no. Skins stops saying no, Skins says yes.
"Are you high?" "Yes."
"Is that a new tattoo?" "Yes."
"Were you two just having sex?" "Yes."
"Do you have any more of those pills from the party last night?" "Yes."
Say yes.
Say "Fuck it."
Through out the seasons of Skins, there isn't anything that stays hidden.
The awkward topic of Virginity.
And the awkward topic of kids who aren't virgins.
Stoners.
What happens if you take too many drugs...
Or not enough.
The end result of sex...
And how abortions can deal with it.
Cheating.
Living together.
Teachers hooking up with students...
And students hooking up with students.
Parties...
Death...
Lots of death. Lots of drugs.
Skins doesn't color inside of the lines, or use the correct colors, or even color at all some times.
It's both neon bright and dark and gritty.
No one ever said that the beginning couldn't be longer then the rest of the post. Did they?
Fuck it if they did. I have other things going on...
Places to see, people to do...
*smirk*
XO
FREAK
PS: do you like skins? If you do, do you like it because it's shit you'd never do? Or because it's your life? Or because you wish it were your life?
Since I last talked to you lot, I moved into my new flat (yay!). That's kind of my big news. I moved into a little one-bedroom, one-bathroom flat down the street from the community college I go to. It has a washer and dryer and dishwasher (oh my!) and my neighbors internet is named captkirk and until yesterday it was unlocked. Now I need to get my own internet - and basic cable or something because I'm literally bored out of my mind when I'm alone.
Oh, and it's haunted.
Yeah, it's haunted.
Like really haunted.
Like I see shit and hear shit and my TV turns on and off and my PS3 turns on and off and my fridge opens and closes and SOMEONE left my Ben & Jerry's out!
That ghost is gonna get it's butt kicked. Just saying.
Anyways, I'm moving into my flat still. My first night I had an air mattress for a bed and an air mattress for a couch. All of the food that I had was Ben & Jerry's fro-yo and bread and cheese. It was a long night.
Now I've got a couch and a TV and a TV stand and curtains over my back door because otherwise it lets cold air in and it's pretty cool. I'm not done getting it sorted yet, but I'm working on it.
And tonight I'm back at my mums house because last night I had a really bad nightmare and she's afraid I won't be able to sleep at home alone (since the boyfriend has work until 2 am).
So this nightmare...
Want to hear about it?
Probably not, but I need to write it down.
For the record, everything on MY blog is MY property.
So ANYWAYS...
My nightmare was about this old house that I've never seen before or heard of or anything. It was old and graying and up on a hill, a road wound down from the hill/cliff through the forested valley. It was summer but still chilly. The first thing you see at the top of the road is the garage, and signs are posted everywhere that say NO JEWELRY. The garage was open but empty. Next to it, there was an oil stain on the paved parking space at the top of the drive.
I was and wasn't there. I myself was never there, but I occasionally saw things through peoples eyes who were there, or from an outside perspective. But I was there enough to know that I didn't like the feeling I got from the place.
A man with short-ish graying black hair and tweaked out eyebrows, stubble and a messy beard, glazed over eyes behind thick glasses and worn-thin clothes walked out of the garage and looked at the people gathered there.
They had been invited to look into the paranormal activity there.
He asked them to take their jewelry off and, feeling the same discomfort I did, they said they didn't have any. He walked them through the house and everyone was looking around, feeling that feeling... that discomfort that alerted me as soon as the dream started that it was going to be a full blown nightmare.
They walked through the house as he told them about the activity. But he wasn't saying something. He didn't want to talk about it because he didn't want them there. He wanted them far, far away.
As time went on, I started to feel why he didn't want them there. I figured it out for sure when his daughter came.
She was thin and pale with mousy hair. The guy in charge of the investigation, I kept feeling like he was Ryan Buell but I don't know for sure, pulled out two pictures in a plastic bag and asked if she knew who they were.
She instantly burst into tears. The guy, who she was in the picture with, was Spencer, her older brother. He'd died when he was 23. The other picture on the back, a girl with wild blond hair and heavy makeup, was Lauren, her sister. She'd been 17 when she died, on the same night as Spencer.
I went into a flash suddenly that the people actually there didn't see. It had taken place a little over seven years before.
In the early morning, Lauren and Spencer went over to the top of the drive, where the car was. They climbed in, both still in their pajamas, ready to take off. The other girl, whose name I never learned, was asleep inside. They were going to come back for her, but couldn't stay. Their father had gotten into satanism and had sold his soul to the devil in exchange for escape from wherever they had lived before. It was a foreign country and he'd been a scientist or psychologist or something, and had gone crazy, killing his wife and then fleeing.
He'd been sacrificing animals in the house, mainly dogs in order to turn them into Hellhounds. They would see him pacing the house or the cliff or the rickety staircase that went from the cliff down to the lake below late at night. He was, they were relatively sure, completely possessed. He'd taken down all of the religious symbols they had and had taken away their rosaries. They were no longer allowed to go to church.
They couldn't stay, but their sister was too young - thirteen - and they couldn't bring her. It was winter and the car was a convertible. It was snowing.
So they took off, but as they rounded the first curve they heard the barking of hellhounds. Then they started seeing things, finally something hot and fiery that ran them off of the road. Lauren flew out of the car, being impaled through the throat on a tree branch over a hundred feet in the air, where she hung kicking and gurgling until she died. Spencer was still in the car, stuck, until it crashed and burst into flames. He died in the crash.
Without warning, I popped back to "present day" with the group and suddenly could feel the hellhounds and could feel the mans possession and could feel the demon in the house... and the others could too.
Before long, the man left us alone to investigate. We were back by the garage and everyone could feel what was going on, and on instinct all at once they pulled out their religious jewelry. I saw several covered, Paganism and Catholicism and Judaism.
The air got mad. It burned me, made them uncomfortable. The house was angry. The Hellhounds were howling and snapping at them, but couldn't touch them because they had their icons.
A moment later, the guy in charge started to act funny but not. Like he didn't want anyone to notice.
He had been challenging the spirit and had stupidly taken off his rosary, handing it to a friend. Without it's protection, the demon had swept in and forced itself into his body.
I noticed but couldn't say anything. But he could suddenly tell that I was there. I "fled" into one of the women, hiding in her body (not a choice I made, just sort of happened) but not taking over her consciousness or anything. Just needing a safe place to be.
I was terrified. He was pissed because I knew what had happened to Spencer and Lauren.
Soon he couldn't keep fooling the other investigators and one of them forced him down into a chair. They got thrown across the room and the girl I was in pulled out her phone, trying to call a priest.
At the same time, the guy was starting to force the demon out of his body on his own. He was angry at the invasion and got to the point that he could talk to them.
He said to bring him his rosary and put it on him. Said to read a specific passage from the bible. Said to spray holy water.
The house got mad then, trying to keep them from stopping the haunting.
It got bad then, and I can't even properly remember it.
I remember the man coming back and trying to physically attack the investigators. Then them having to run. The one guy had gotten his body back... they took off running, down the rickety stairs and towards the boat house. There was a road as well that went along the side of the lake. They tried to escape but soon things were shoving them.
Finally, they got into a car. I was still "hiding" in the girls body, and when she was... well, she went into shock, and it let me take over. I started the car and shouted, everyone piling in, starting to drive. I knew what the demon was capable of - running people off of the road - and managed to ignore it and drive despite the hell hounds and scary things I saw and heard. They reached the town at the base of the mountain two hours later and I pretty much "fell" out of her body, exhausted and unneeded. they talked about what happened, abandoning the stolen van and getting a plane out of there, staying at the airport until they left.
THAT is my nightmare. I've had it twice a year since I was nine. I don't like it.
ON a lighter note, I'm staying at my mothers (already mentioned) which means I can watch Paranormal State. New Episodes tonight at nine. YES.
And I had a pretty fabulous dinner. And I'm annoyed because my boyfriend hasn't called. But OTHER than that...
Ugh. That was the worst dream I've ever had. Well... one of them.
Bleh.
I'm going to go back to watching the badass and incredibly attractive Ryan Buell kick paranormal butt. AND the super smart and super sexy Katrina Weidman being super smart and sexy on the telly. AND the super amazing and artistic Eilfie Music... AND the rest of the amazing team. Next time I have that dream, I for sure want them to be the paranormal investigators in it because I obviously can't handle it myself.
