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I'm putting my homework here because I cant print it off now |
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Family tree.
Joan Griffith ? Fredrick Swales
Jennifer Swales ? Jim Paulgrave Moreen Swales ? Richard Cousins Susanne Swales ? Phil Smith Sr
David Paulgrave/ Ruth Paulgrave Kelly Cousins/ Christopher Cousins Phil Smith Jr
~Phil_Mitchell~ · Wed Dec 14, 2005 @ 01:51pm · 0 Comments |
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Horrible week. Thats all there is to say.
The biggest worry is Specticale Theatre. It was a bit hectic this wednesday. Carrys was getting very annoyed that certian people were messing around (myslef being on of them). In the end it got so bad that she actucally left and drove off. I now feel like s**t because this is very important and I pissed around in a rehersal. That is incredable unprofessional of me. And if I think if it. I am disrespecting myself as well as Carrys because last Satarday I acted so professionally and now I have let myself down by acting as a prat. Well after the session I rang Adam up to talk with him about it. Despite the freindly atitude we have to eachother he was very annoyed that we were all messing around in youth theatre so I got my share of the rowe over the phone with him. This is only half of the problem with Specticale. By March it may not exist. Because Spectcale is not getting alll the youths they want. And there may not be anyone to run it. What I dont like it the fact that Carys and Adam havent said "Right, let's discuss what we can do to stop this from happening". So I found a E-mail Adam had sent me a few hours before the incident and I replyed with my anger that we havent sat down and discussed what we can do. Honestly, I wont let this youth theatre die. Because It has been running years beofre I have joined. And it is not ending now. So I will advitise Specticale in my school.
~Phil_Mitchell~ · Thu Nov 24, 2005 @ 08:06pm · 2 Comments |
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and God it was neat
The kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat
The doors were all bolted, and the phone off the hook
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.
Momma in her teddy, and I in the nude. Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube
When out on the lawn there arose such a cry, That I lost my boner and poor momma went dry.
Up to the window I sprang like an elf, Tore back the shade while she played with herself.
The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built, Showed a broom up his a**, clean up to the hilt.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer.
With a fat little driver, half out of his sled, A sock in his ear, and a bra on his head.
Sure as I'm speaking, he was as high as a kite.
And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right.
Whoa Shithead, whoa a*****e, whoa Stupid, whoa Putz, Either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts.
Look out for the lamp post, and don't hit the tree, Quit shaking the sleigh, 'cause I gotta go pee.
They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub, Just as Santa leaned out and threw up on my shrub.
And then from the roof we heard such a clatter, As each little reindeer now emptied its bladder.
I was donning my jacket to cover my a**, When down the chimney Santa came with a crash.
His suit was all smelly with perfume galore, He looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore.
That was some brothel, he said with a smile, The reindeer are pooped, I'll just stay here awhile.
He walked to the kitchen, himself poured a drink, Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.
I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee, The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee.
Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack, But his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed.
The first thing he found was a pair of false tits, The next was a handgun with a p***s that spits.
A box filled with condoms was Santa's next find, And a six pair of panties, the edible kind.
A bra without nipples, a p***s extension, And several other things that I shouldn't even mention.
A c**k ring, a G-string, and all types of oil, A d***o so long, it lay in a coil.
This suff ain't for kids, Mrs. Santa will s**t, So I'll leave 'em here, and then I'll just split.
He filled every stocking and then took his leave, With one tiny butt plug tucked under his sleeve.
He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead, Thus he fell on his a** and broke wind instead.
In time he was seated, took the reins of his hitch, Take me home Rudolph, this night's been a b***h!
The sleigh was near gone when we heard Santa shout, The best thing about sex is that it never wears out!
~Phil_Mitchell~ · Mon Nov 21, 2005 @ 08:29pm · 2 Comments |
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OMFG! Wales has a modeling company near me! |
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I dont belive it! I found it last night! On the internet. But the only problem is, my mother (being the b***h that she is) dosnt give a s**t. Just my luck. Gaaaawd, I'll have to get my dad to help me out, he is ubnderstanding. But then he will ask my mom and she will get all "I dont deserve it" because I dont listen to her and I have been naughty. I am a teenager! what does she expect! honestly! If you ever meet my mother, do me a favour and express the hatred you have for her!
Your freind,
-Phil
~Phil_Mitchell~ · Tue Nov 15, 2005 @ 09:31am · 2 Comments |
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Pour être, ou ne pas être. |
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I think my writing has improved over the course of the last few months. I really do enjoy it, but acting is more important to me. I am not getting enough opotunities. It's because I am Welsh. And in Wales, kids are left out of acting. I say this as if I am being ungreatful, but it is actually thr oposite. I am greatful for the expiriences I have, and with the people I know. For anyone who lives in Britain, there was a Welsh comedy on- that us still on now- and it was called "High Hopes" Well. opne of the old characters that was in that was a guy called "Phillip Howe" and guess what! He was my mothers ex-boyfreind. I think he still likes her now, well, he has given me infomation I need to know. He has ever given me a number that I can call to get into Film acting in Cardiff. I will have to do it. I will have to keep trying. I could be one of the luckiest young actors in Wales! Who knows! In so many years I might end up in the position Ioan Gryffudd was in, and become famous in the future! See...I musn't say it is impossible to get into film acting in Wales, because Ioan did it, and Cathran Zita Jones did it too...so I suppose there is hope. But theycould both speak Welsh, that was why they did it...Wales dosnt want to use English...thats what England is for, And I dont know all of the Welsh language...so I will start a Welsh coarse.
*Sigh* People tell me I am talented. Various things have been said that I dont know if I should belive...here are a few things that have been said.
"Phil...you are going to be a actor! Look at you! you know how to do it!"
"Your funny! you could be a comedian!"
And so on.
My writing has become more sucsessful. But thats the thing, I would rather be on the set that behind it. It's all hard. But I have a comitment.
SPECTICAL THEATRE
Thats where I belong, the place where I would like to work if I dont ever get sucsessful. It is hard, but I am sure I will get somthing out if it in the end.
For thoose who just listened to my complaining and rants and boring stuff...your very paicent and I love you.
-Phil
~Phil_Mitchell~ · Wed Nov 09, 2005 @ 01:48pm · 4 Comments |
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