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Jun. 28th, 2003 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycol*runs in and promptly falls over*
It's been a... tiring few days. In the past twennty-four hours, I have:
Been to a Leavers Do
Done 4 hours of dancing rehersal
Been given costumes
Got APPLAUDED...
...And not just at the show I did today.
Eat my dust, Keifer Sutherland.
I'm going to try and put it in chronological order, and photos will be up soon, as soon as I finish the film and develop them.
So, I got an odd reception at dancing with el posh hair. Natalie just shrieked "You look so feminine!" (charming) and was quite shocked at my news of wearing make-up, heels and a dress. Weird. Script rehersal went REALLY well, now that I actually know my lines, and then I buggared off to get ready for Leavers Do.
Wandered around to Jess' at 7.00. Jess looked positively GORGEOUS, a real fairy princess type dress on, and there was me in my dark red dress with dodgy sunburn. She did comment, actually, on how my skin had cleared up- this lack of exam stress is doing me good! Got ready, got into taxi, and actually got paprazzied on the way out. Okay, it was ONE cameraman from the Ormskirk Advertiser, but it's a nice mental image.
Me and Jess where the first girls there, and we had a horrible moment of self-panic when Erin turned up in a mini-skirt. Then other people turned up in long dresses, and self-doubt disappeared. Everyone looked so lovely, and it was just... nice. I requested Gay Bar by Electric 6 and it got played (cue much on time clapping) and I just bounced around a lot. My mother didn't interfere ONCE, she just sat at the desk and we happily ignored each other, although apparently she noticed me once or twice. And my feet hurt. But thats not the point.
As some people may know, my confused love life generally consisted of me, drunken kissing with Lorna, and Unrequited Lust for Her From Choir, who was more of a Lust While Sitting Behind Her In Cooking Exams type thing. Both of these were sorted out last night, so we can now name Her From Choir, and call her Roisin. Lorna issue was resolved. Despite one bout of suggestive dancing, earning me an earful from my mother, nowt happened AND she got together with Jimmy. So that is sorted now. The End.
Roisin- at the end of the night, I just thought "sod it." Went up to her, told her that I was gay, that I thought she was gorgeous, and that "well, you're probably straight, but if you ever fancy going out, you know where I am" and gave her my phone number. She LAUGHED and said thanks. I smiled awkwardly and ran away to hide under a table with embarassment.
So, I now have a summer love-less. Again. Sigh.
Went home, read The Philosophers Stone because I could (and found a very interesting line of "Sometimes Harry felt that Snape could read minds". Eeek.) and clapped out on the bed at some point.
And now for Saturday. Which is today.
Woke up this morning far, far too late. Dived into shower, quickjy ate, and then it was back to dancing. Again. Oiy. FOUR HOURS rehersing and sorted out dancing, which made me freaking knackered. (I wrote that as snackered the fist time. I have a new word, methinks) Got costumes for Fame, but was told that I'd be given the Chicago one while at the display we did tonight.
Came home, jumped in shower, asked Mum to keep and eye on my pizza. She didn't. I walk into the kitchen with nice mini-bun, and am presented with charred pizza. Yum. Went to display, which was IN A FIELD. I mean, really. You couldn't turn, kneel... it was AWFUL.
Plus was in skimpy little costume for Fame, and the dress for Chicago was dreadful. It was halterneck, so I tucked my bra straps in. This resulted in my doing the dance with my bra around my WAIST, and the mortal fear that I'd pop out. God, being top-heavy SUCKS when you have to dance. The whole display was crap, really...
And that was my Friday and Saturday. I'm cleaning tomorrow. I'm quite looking forward to it...
~Hathy_Col~
It's been a... tiring few days. In the past twennty-four hours, I have:
Been to a Leavers Do
Done 4 hours of dancing rehersal
Been given costumes
Got APPLAUDED...
...And not just at the show I did today.
Eat my dust, Keifer Sutherland.
I'm going to try and put it in chronological order, and photos will be up soon, as soon as I finish the film and develop them.
So, I got an odd reception at dancing with el posh hair. Natalie just shrieked "You look so feminine!" (charming) and was quite shocked at my news of wearing make-up, heels and a dress. Weird. Script rehersal went REALLY well, now that I actually know my lines, and then I buggared off to get ready for Leavers Do.
Wandered around to Jess' at 7.00. Jess looked positively GORGEOUS, a real fairy princess type dress on, and there was me in my dark red dress with dodgy sunburn. She did comment, actually, on how my skin had cleared up- this lack of exam stress is doing me good! Got ready, got into taxi, and actually got paprazzied on the way out. Okay, it was ONE cameraman from the Ormskirk Advertiser, but it's a nice mental image.
Me and Jess where the first girls there, and we had a horrible moment of self-panic when Erin turned up in a mini-skirt. Then other people turned up in long dresses, and self-doubt disappeared. Everyone looked so lovely, and it was just... nice. I requested Gay Bar by Electric 6 and it got played (cue much on time clapping) and I just bounced around a lot. My mother didn't interfere ONCE, she just sat at the desk and we happily ignored each other, although apparently she noticed me once or twice. And my feet hurt. But thats not the point.
As some people may know, my confused love life generally consisted of me, drunken kissing with Lorna, and Unrequited Lust for Her From Choir, who was more of a Lust While Sitting Behind Her In Cooking Exams type thing. Both of these were sorted out last night, so we can now name Her From Choir, and call her Roisin. Lorna issue was resolved. Despite one bout of suggestive dancing, earning me an earful from my mother, nowt happened AND she got together with Jimmy. So that is sorted now. The End.
Roisin- at the end of the night, I just thought "sod it." Went up to her, told her that I was gay, that I thought she was gorgeous, and that "well, you're probably straight, but if you ever fancy going out, you know where I am" and gave her my phone number. She LAUGHED and said thanks. I smiled awkwardly and ran away to hide under a table with embarassment.
So, I now have a summer love-less. Again. Sigh.
Went home, read The Philosophers Stone because I could (and found a very interesting line of "Sometimes Harry felt that Snape could read minds". Eeek.) and clapped out on the bed at some point.
And now for Saturday. Which is today.
Woke up this morning far, far too late. Dived into shower, quickjy ate, and then it was back to dancing. Again. Oiy. FOUR HOURS rehersing and sorted out dancing, which made me freaking knackered. (I wrote that as snackered the fist time. I have a new word, methinks) Got costumes for Fame, but was told that I'd be given the Chicago one while at the display we did tonight.
Came home, jumped in shower, asked Mum to keep and eye on my pizza. She didn't. I walk into the kitchen with nice mini-bun, and am presented with charred pizza. Yum. Went to display, which was IN A FIELD. I mean, really. You couldn't turn, kneel... it was AWFUL.
Plus was in skimpy little costume for Fame, and the dress for Chicago was dreadful. It was halterneck, so I tucked my bra straps in. This resulted in my doing the dance with my bra around my WAIST, and the mortal fear that I'd pop out. God, being top-heavy SUCKS when you have to dance. The whole display was crap, really...
And that was my Friday and Saturday. I'm cleaning tomorrow. I'm quite looking forward to it...
~Hathy_Col~
