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What the hell is Slusho and why am I so excited about it?! I am so easily sucked in by hype, my brain is far too malleable for my liking. |
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Plot summary
The story is based on actual events, but the story is derived from the book "t.A.T.u. Come Back", not a direct interpretation. The story is about two girls, Janie Sawyer (an American girl from New York, living in Moscow) and Lana Starkova (a Russian native), who become obsessed with pop group t.A.T.u.. They become best friends, and develop crushes on each other. They run off to a t.A.T.u. concert in Moscow, where Janie develops a drug problem. The girls end up at some point killing one of their mothers. The two eventually end up in jail, and request to stay together for the rest of their imprisonment. As for the two girls who this story is based on, they are still in prison in Russia. t.A.T.u. will be playing themselves in the film, not Janie and Lana. t.A.T.u.'s band will also make an appearance in the film.
Significant plot details end here.
t.A.T.u. have stated the movie will be very scandalous, and won't deal with the "love and roses" of a love story usually found in films, but the real scandal and hardships that come along with relationships. Although the main characters are infatuated with each other, the directors of the film are hoping to receive ratings from each country that will permit everyone, especially younger audiences, to see the film freely. There will be no "dirty" love. The movie is already being compared to many popular lesbian films, but the story won't mainaly be about lesbian love.
Cast
* Mischa Barton - Lana Starkova
* Danielle Panabaker - Janie Sawyer
I will definitely be watching this. |
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I want a boyfriend who dresses like this:  Definitely. ( Read more... ) |
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I am! Revision is not going well, I bought a sociology book t'other day, I am unable to read it, the words do not make sense. You know, I really don't mind if I fail these exams, it's the sitting in silence and my mind going blank for 2 hours thing that I can't deal with. When I think about it I can feel a panic attack and a stream of tears brewing. So I have tried to take my mind off things, I've played on the PS2's fantastic game Sing Star, (I did an amazing rendition of Paint it Black, apparently I am a lead singer). I've also watched the worst film ever made 'Flight of the Phoenix' two days in a row, to be fair Nat did make me watch it for the 2nd time, it was a joke, but for some reason we let the joke go too far and watched the entire film. I spent most of this morning doing Giovanni Ribisi impressions, he's such a weird little man...I think I find him attractive. Yesterday I decided that I want to be an actress, well I would if I had any kind of talent, or confidence, or drive. So then I decided I wanted to be a set designer, but I get the feeling I'd be pretty rubbish at that, so then I thought I might work at Tesco. blaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, i'm going to bed. |
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( Read more... )
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Maximo Park | |
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I have big boobs. I want to be a size zero. I'm going to fail my first year at uni. Sleeping is the best thing ever ever ever. |
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I keep sleeping in weird places and ending up achey, last night I slept in my own bed though and had a HORRIBLE dream. I'd been thrown into this 'jail' despite having committed no crime, the jail was submerged in water, so I was in water constantly, it was easy to get out, but if you tried you had your sentence increased by 5 years. I remember crying a lot and shouting 'this isn't fair!'. Oh no, I've just remembered something very funny about the dream which makes it less horrid, and instead possibly one of the best dreams I've ever had. Barry Chuckle was in this jail and he tried to escape, but was caught on CCTV and an example was made of him, hahahaha. Barry Chuckle. What the fuck is wrong with me? |
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I got a scholarship, YES! I might actually be able to afford the books I have to buy now. My hair is still falling out, I hope I don't go bald. I know I'm going to have to dye my hair a less offensive colour before my mum sees it, she's going to kill me. ergh, I just remembered a dream I had last night, my mum told me she had cancer again, ergh ergh ergh. I hate sleeping. |
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Lewisham council can fuck RIGHT off. I am not going to fucking court, I am not paying any fucking council tax, and they can send me to fucking prison if they fucking want to and I will sell my story to the Daily fucking Mail, who fucking love this kind of thing. fucking mother fuckers. Anyone who works for Lewisham council can fuck off and die. I mean that, I have so much hate in my body right now I hope they get BOMBED. cunts. |
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I just experienced the video for Harrowdown Hill, tears in my eyes. I love you Thom Yorke, never ever stop, I seriously can't believe how much I love that man, that song. I'm so afraid that I'm going to play it to death and ruin it for myself but right now I believe it is the most beautiful thing on earth and I can't imagine me ever thinking differently about this matter. I'm going to go to bed right now just so that I can lie there in the dark listening to it as I go to sleep. Fuck partying, sombre relaxation is what London needs. Night. x |
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I feel SO ill, I need a cuddle, but I have no one who enjoys doing that sort of thing with me. When I get back to London I will search high and low to find myself a lovely little cuddler. Although I am deeply saddened that me and Karis weren't on Russell Brand's show tonight, I am also somewhat relieved as from what I did see of my head/body I wasn't looking too sharp. Lucky escape I think. I put some photos from my holiday onto the computer, no one is going to care apart from me, they're boring, but 
( here they are anyway )
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sometimes i am rubbish at life. sometimes i am good at life. right now i am rubbish at life.
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Thom Yorke. | |
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"In 1989 he was stabbed in the chest by muggers and left for dead." I just laughed about stabbing in front of him. oops. |
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I'm going on a diet, my size 10's are feeling a little tight, which is shit when all my clothes are a size 10. Is there any nutrition in alcohol and cigarettes? Because I reckon that could be the diet for me. I've been thinking, how much time am I going to waste sitting here, fucking around doing nothing before I actually get up and do something constructive. The flat of dreams is clearly too nice, if I lived somewhere grotty then at least I would leave the house. I don't think that watching every episode of Hollyoaks three times a week is healthy, and the highlight of my day shouldn't be drooling over Russell Brand's thighs on Big Brother's Big Mouth. I feel sick, I'm going to lie down. |
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I bought some dungarees, I look like an IDIOT, but I like them. I also had my hair cut, it cost £36 and looks exactly the same, I am not impressed. Tomorrow I am going to the doctors and then getting on a hot train, I bet you're all really jealous. Mother has just informed me that we have NO water, I now can't wait to get on that train tomorrow. |
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I'm a little bit sad, but at least 'The Eyebrows' and Seth made up. I don't have much to report, the past week has been rather uneventful, though I have been told that I look like a Portuguese footballer and the Peak District, which is quite interesting I suppose. |
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