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i actually love you, dr k
Dec. 15th, 2007 01:55 pmWhatever happened, yesterday was going to be a good day. I got a FIVE HOUR nap (gratuitous, but needed) and had a successful Primark trip and acquired magic pants that mean that I can now fit in my ball gown without having to continuously shout "I WILL BE THIN" whilst munching on soup and naught else. It was destined to be an awesome day.
BUT OH NO. You see, THE DAY GOT EVEN BETTER because I went to a gig byDr Karl Kennedy Alan Fletcher and the Waiting Room! I even stole one of the promotional posters from work yesterday morning and everything.
(Some context for non-Australians and Brits on my flist, as well as those who are not lazy arts students: Neighbours is a day time soap opera based around the exploits of Ramsey Street, hence the name. It has launched the career of Kylie Minogue, it's run for donkey's years, and is more popular in Britain than in Australia, the actual country it hails from. Two of the longest running characters are Karl and Susan Kennedy, who are sort of my soap parents and it's genuinely upsetting when they get divorced. (It happens every so often.) For more context:
Seriously. Soap parents.)
Katie and I dressed ourselves up and out we went. I was actually a little worried; I was looking forward to this so much that I was mildly afraid that it wouldn't be very good. OH HOW WRONG I WAS.
( Susan? Susan? Who the fuck is Susan? )
Tonight is the Christmas Ball! In between now and then, I have to watch Robin Hood, do a gobbet, get myself ready (it involves a frightening amount of preening) and drink a fairly large amount of wine.
And if you think this is decadent, I got my Christmas hours for the nursing home today, so I'll be spending my Christmas and New Year's on shoft with old people. This is my Christmas and I have every intention to enjoy it to the last drop, even if I'll be enjoying it from only one ear.
BUT OH NO. You see, THE DAY GOT EVEN BETTER because I went to a gig by
(Some context for non-Australians and Brits on my flist, as well as those who are not lazy arts students: Neighbours is a day time soap opera based around the exploits of Ramsey Street, hence the name. It has launched the career of Kylie Minogue, it's run for donkey's years, and is more popular in Britain than in Australia, the actual country it hails from. Two of the longest running characters are Karl and Susan Kennedy, who are sort of my soap parents and it's genuinely upsetting when they get divorced. (It happens every so often.) For more context:
Seriously. Soap parents.)
Katie and I dressed ourselves up and out we went. I was actually a little worried; I was looking forward to this so much that I was mildly afraid that it wouldn't be very good. OH HOW WRONG I WAS.
( Susan? Susan? Who the fuck is Susan? )
Tonight is the Christmas Ball! In between now and then, I have to watch Robin Hood, do a gobbet, get myself ready (it involves a frightening amount of preening) and drink a fairly large amount of wine.
And if you think this is decadent, I got my Christmas hours for the nursing home today, so I'll be spending my Christmas and New Year's on shoft with old people. This is my Christmas and I have every intention to enjoy it to the last drop, even if I'll be enjoying it from only one ear.
