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Oct. 31st, 2007 12:40 pmBecause I am currently failing at life, the univers(ity) and everything, I have decided that I am going to join the circus as a trapeze artist. My stage name will be Giselle and I will be available to view at the Moscow State Circus in a starring and dangerous role. It will not, at any point, involve DVDs breaking, Samuel Pepys's attitude to friendship or cleaning either my house or the Union.
In other news, I was the least scary Weeping Angel ever, possibly because my costume consisted of a Worth It white bedsheet that I spent ten minutes attacking with scissors to make a head hole and then a further five minutes with some safety pins and a lot of swearing. I did have some fluffy wings, though. There are a few photos, but due to the fact I am STILL on library computers due to Sarah and BT continuing in a wonderful theme of cocking up I can't post them. They're on the facebook, though, if you click the photos of me.
Oh, and finally: happy Halloween! Etc. If you're in my general area, we have some treats for anyone knocking at the door. And given that I live in a proper suburben residential families with loads of slightly dodgy families, I am assured that we will have our door hammered down all night by people slightly too old for trick or treating. Hurrah.
In other news, I was the least scary Weeping Angel ever, possibly because my costume consisted of a Worth It white bedsheet that I spent ten minutes attacking with scissors to make a head hole and then a further five minutes with some safety pins and a lot of swearing. I did have some fluffy wings, though. There are a few photos, but due to the fact I am STILL on library computers due to Sarah and BT continuing in a wonderful theme of cocking up I can't post them. They're on the facebook, though, if you click the photos of me.
Oh, and finally: happy Halloween! Etc. If you're in my general area, we have some treats for anyone knocking at the door. And given that I live in a proper suburben residential families with loads of slightly dodgy families, I am assured that we will have our door hammered down all night by people slightly too old for trick or treating. Hurrah.
