"No sir! She offered me a bun, sir!"
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hathycolI am for the win. I have just successfully (well, it's written despite being Made Of Shite) finished my modern history essay. Now I just have to write half of my medieval one and I stand a chance of passing my degree!
Anyway. Quite apart from all this work that I sort of have to do, I have been terribly busy the last few days. Thursday was the final night of Wyrd Sisters, and I'm gutted that it's over. It was so much fun, despite the performance being a bit... um... hit and miss. I got laughs, though, and that's all I'm looking for. The end of the night, though, as we all took our bow, was really sad. I think I'm going to try out for as many plays as possible because dude, this is addictive.
We went on to someone's house for the aftershow party, and I learnt the following things:
1. No, it really is excesses of gluten that sets of the IBS.
2. Therefore, eating pizza after a dinner of pasta is guaranteed to make PAIN.
3. Wine does the same thing.
4. However, getting drunk during a stomach cramp attack of death means that I get REALLY REALLY DRUNK.
I only had two glasses, people. I think it was a case of 'oh my god it's OVER' to it as well, though. The director gave us all little presents - I have a plastic cauldron! Yay! - and we all wrote in our programmes and scriptbooks and had stupid little conversations. One illuminating one was with Louis, who played the Duke.
"Did I shout at you too much?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"Only as much as you needed to, I was expecting it," I answered.
"Yes, but at the end, you bend at a ninety degree angle and look terrified," he said. "Am I too loud?"
"No," I replied. "You are, however, jabbing a pointy stick at my face and you an eyepatch on, so no distance perception. I LIKE MY EYES."
I also may have promised to play the Librarian if the director goes through with her plan to put on Masquerade. I really hope she doesn't remember that one...
Despite having a thoroughly lovely time in a thoroughly lovely house (OH GOD I WISH I COULD AFFORD PRIVATE HOUSING) I ended up staggering home at 1.45am. This was mostly because it dawned on me that perhaps having been awake for 20 hours without physically having a rest was probably not the best thing in the world. Walking home at that time of night was weird and I know I really shouldn't have done it. I was pretty sober by this point (I stopped drinking! I win!) and walked the well-lit way as opposed to the way that's cheerfully referred to as Rape Lane, but it was just dead. Not one car went past me, and I could only distantly see one girl walking home in front of me in a swaying sort of way. Creepy.
I made it home without incident, however, and crawled into bed and stayed there. Lovely! It ws the first Friday in a while I've woken up without a painful hangover, and I spent the day in Dundee, sorting out a Halloween costume. I did it for under £10, which was the plan, so I'm very pleased with myself. (We then went to MacDonalds and I spent the money I saved, but never mind.) I'm going as a flapper, if I haven't mentioned it before. Sexy rebel but in a historical way! I'm sort of into the 1920s/30s jazz age and burlesque thing at the moment, so this just seemed like a funand cheap thing to do. I'll post pictures in a massive picture post soon; I'm waiting for the Wyrd Sisters action photos to go on facebook first.
The rest of the evening was spent either singing down the phone or writing part of an essay. I've now, as I mentioned, actually finished that essay, so I'm very pleased with myself. Tonight, I'm refusing to cook or wash up (given that I'm basically fed up of cooking, waiting for someone to wash up, and then washing it all up anyway the next morning) and do the same tomorrow and I'm also going out for the RockSoc Halloween in my costume and the frightening heels I've borrowed off Katie. Despite the fact that I am OMFG SO POOR and Mot is due on Monday and argh it will be fun anyway.
Tomorrow, because I am a good and noble bunny, I'm running someone to Edinburgh airport (to be fair, I'm getting paid £25 for it, which is more than the petrol costs, yay!) and then working in the evening. Busy busy. Somewhere in the middle I will write another essay, too. *falls over*
~Hathy_Col~
Anyway. Quite apart from all this work that I sort of have to do, I have been terribly busy the last few days. Thursday was the final night of Wyrd Sisters, and I'm gutted that it's over. It was so much fun, despite the performance being a bit... um... hit and miss. I got laughs, though, and that's all I'm looking for. The end of the night, though, as we all took our bow, was really sad. I think I'm going to try out for as many plays as possible because dude, this is addictive.
We went on to someone's house for the aftershow party, and I learnt the following things:
1. No, it really is excesses of gluten that sets of the IBS.
2. Therefore, eating pizza after a dinner of pasta is guaranteed to make PAIN.
3. Wine does the same thing.
4. However, getting drunk during a stomach cramp attack of death means that I get REALLY REALLY DRUNK.
I only had two glasses, people. I think it was a case of 'oh my god it's OVER' to it as well, though. The director gave us all little presents - I have a plastic cauldron! Yay! - and we all wrote in our programmes and scriptbooks and had stupid little conversations. One illuminating one was with Louis, who played the Duke.
"Did I shout at you too much?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"Only as much as you needed to, I was expecting it," I answered.
"Yes, but at the end, you bend at a ninety degree angle and look terrified," he said. "Am I too loud?"
"No," I replied. "You are, however, jabbing a pointy stick at my face and you an eyepatch on, so no distance perception. I LIKE MY EYES."
I also may have promised to play the Librarian if the director goes through with her plan to put on Masquerade. I really hope she doesn't remember that one...
Despite having a thoroughly lovely time in a thoroughly lovely house (OH GOD I WISH I COULD AFFORD PRIVATE HOUSING) I ended up staggering home at 1.45am. This was mostly because it dawned on me that perhaps having been awake for 20 hours without physically having a rest was probably not the best thing in the world. Walking home at that time of night was weird and I know I really shouldn't have done it. I was pretty sober by this point (I stopped drinking! I win!) and walked the well-lit way as opposed to the way that's cheerfully referred to as Rape Lane, but it was just dead. Not one car went past me, and I could only distantly see one girl walking home in front of me in a swaying sort of way. Creepy.
I made it home without incident, however, and crawled into bed and stayed there. Lovely! It ws the first Friday in a while I've woken up without a painful hangover, and I spent the day in Dundee, sorting out a Halloween costume. I did it for under £10, which was the plan, so I'm very pleased with myself. (We then went to MacDonalds and I spent the money I saved, but never mind.) I'm going as a flapper, if I haven't mentioned it before. Sexy rebel but in a historical way! I'm sort of into the 1920s/30s jazz age and burlesque thing at the moment, so this just seemed like a fun
The rest of the evening was spent either singing down the phone or writing part of an essay. I've now, as I mentioned, actually finished that essay, so I'm very pleased with myself. Tonight, I'm refusing to cook or wash up (given that I'm basically fed up of cooking, waiting for someone to wash up, and then washing it all up anyway the next morning) and do the same tomorrow and I'm also going out for the RockSoc Halloween in my costume and the frightening heels I've borrowed off Katie. Despite the fact that I am OMFG SO POOR and Mot is due on Monday and argh it will be fun anyway.
Tomorrow, because I am a good and noble bunny, I'm running someone to Edinburgh airport (to be fair, I'm getting paid £25 for it, which is more than the petrol costs, yay!) and then working in the evening. Busy busy. Somewhere in the middle I will write another essay, too. *falls over*
~Hathy_Col~
