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Apr. 28th, 2006 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolAaaaaaaaaand I forgot that I was in work tonight, turned up late due to repeated hassle and phonecalls from them, so work is now displeased with me, and this also meant I totally blew off a potential night in the pub as well as a phonecall that wouldn't be cut off in the middle due to, y'know, me fucking off. Tonight was meant to be my last night off for THE NEXT WEEK but never mind.
So, my life: Work tomorrow, twelve hour (oh, God) rehearsal on Sunday, and then a show on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.
I'm not going to be anti-social at all, oh no. It is just terribly annoying as we only just got the lines of communication open again. This merely reinforces my attitude that I am a bad person.
Oh well. I am a bad person with a valid tax disc. A bad person who is being allowed to perform for four days straight, though; I suppose this is a good thing, because I missed it. I get terribly shy and worked up if I don't know exactly what it is I'm meant to do. If, however, I am given lots of time to rehearse and practice and know it in my own head then I adore and love performing dance. It's such a joy, just letting the feet and the body take over while you sit back and enjoy the stretching of your muscles, and knowing that the people in the audience are looking at you and hopefully garnering some enjoyment (not that way) from the experience. And this time, despite all my complaints, it actually means something. It's more than just a performance. It's a symbol of me actually getting out there and joining some societies. It's a sign that I'm not just a one-trick pony and actually have this little hidden skill that I don't really show people. And it's nice to know that after a few years retirement, I still remember what it is I'm doing. So this is why the dance show is sort of important to me, besides all the laughing and despair over the horror that is the second tap dance. And I don't think there's going to be anyone in the audience for me (rather suspect that housemates won't get tickets in time, especially not for the Monday night one that I am doing the ballet in) and that makes me really rather sad, in a strange way. Also on the bright side, no one to see me in the awful combo of a denim skirt and third-hand tap shoes!
Anyway. I am going to go and curl up in a small corner now. Ugh.
~Hathy_Col~
So, my life: Work tomorrow, twelve hour (oh, God) rehearsal on Sunday, and then a show on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.
I'm not going to be anti-social at all, oh no. It is just terribly annoying as we only just got the lines of communication open again. This merely reinforces my attitude that I am a bad person.
Oh well. I am a bad person with a valid tax disc. A bad person who is being allowed to perform for four days straight, though; I suppose this is a good thing, because I missed it. I get terribly shy and worked up if I don't know exactly what it is I'm meant to do. If, however, I am given lots of time to rehearse and practice and know it in my own head then I adore and love performing dance. It's such a joy, just letting the feet and the body take over while you sit back and enjoy the stretching of your muscles, and knowing that the people in the audience are looking at you and hopefully garnering some enjoyment (not that way) from the experience. And this time, despite all my complaints, it actually means something. It's more than just a performance. It's a symbol of me actually getting out there and joining some societies. It's a sign that I'm not just a one-trick pony and actually have this little hidden skill that I don't really show people. And it's nice to know that after a few years retirement, I still remember what it is I'm doing. So this is why the dance show is sort of important to me, besides all the laughing and despair over the horror that is the second tap dance. And I don't think there's going to be anyone in the audience for me (rather suspect that housemates won't get tickets in time, especially not for the Monday night one that I am doing the ballet in) and that makes me really rather sad, in a strange way. Also on the bright side, no one to see me in the awful combo of a denim skirt and third-hand tap shoes!
Anyway. I am going to go and curl up in a small corner now. Ugh.
~Hathy_Col~
