Long entry
Well I guess it's high time I updated, eh? I really haven't been able to find the time between getting back from England at 1am on Monday, due to wake up five hours later and the Chicago rehearsals and going to bed far too late, but I'm enjoying my busy schedule. It's not giving me as much time for the sullen reflection I do when I'm not busy and have time to be bored in. England was well, less like a holiday, more like an extended road/shopping trip. I bought some great stuff though. All in all I bought 12 or 13 CDs for myself. I'll have to lend you all some. Most were relatively cheap but some were very expensive, CDs generally are over there. It felt good to be back in my 'home country'. Funny that, that I still consider it my home even though I've lived here longer, but it really did feel like where I'm headed. I enjoyed being able to chat with helpers in stores, not just denying to myself and them that I actually DID need help finding a certain size of a certain shoe. I got to spend time with some relatives. All are older and more frail. My mother's granddad obviously hadn't cleaned up since we had come a year ago and helped him clean then. It was disgusting, as soon as you walked in the heat and then the stench hit you. My mother and I did as much as we could in the time we had to help him. I sorted through the piles of paper that gathered everywhere in his house, he just hadn't thrown ANYTHING away. I sorted through coupons, low price offers and magazines he'd subscribed to but never opened just to find the bills and tax envelopes to file. He had something like 71 Time magazines, unopened, sitting on a pair of shoes he thought he'd lost. Whenever we tried to put something in the washing machine (which obviously hadn't been used in a while, I mean when we went out to lunch his jumper had stains from at least five different meals) it came out with holes in it because the material was something like 50 years old. He's also extremely deaf and convinced that cleaners steal everything from him. He said he fired his last cleaner because she'd stolen his Lemsip! I mean..of all things a cleaner might steal..LEMSIP??!! I just wanted to shake him and shout at him (I'd have to anyway) to "clean and to stop being so silly", but my granddad's a stubborn man and doesn't like anyone telling him what to do. I had enough trouble telling him he'd have to clean up a bit while we were gone. The worst thing is my uncle doesn't do anything to help him. It's sad really, he needs to be put in a home. Most of my other relatives are doing well, my dad's granddad is the complete opposite of my mum's, everything's new and clean in his tiny house with the steep stairs I'm scared he'll fall on one day. My great-aunts are less sprightly and the aging process is getting much faster, they won't be here soon. What amazed me is how much I mean to these people who really, lets be honest, mean nothing to me. They all had our (Isobel and my) school photographs displayed proudly on their mantelpieces when I could barely remember which one was Hazel and which one Hilda.
Lately I've been busy with rehearsals of Chicago. I want to slap most people there sometimes. The Grade 6s just make me want to dip my head into a bowl of acid, and then theirs. Stephy's sister is also just one of those people you hate for no apparent reason, or maybe it's because she's always shushing me and after awhile it's just demeaning. The one problem with rehearsals is that when I get home I still believe I have a good few hours before bed time when really I only have around two and a half. Now, although that's enough, my brain seems to want to procrastinate sleep and so everyday, without fail, I've been going to bed at 12, today looks like it'll be no exception. I was so tired this weekend and looking forward to the Friday night sleep but of course I had rehearsal in school at 10 so, no cigarillo.
Friday was the 13th, full moon and we discussed the supernatural in 'that Scottish play'. I'm sure I've mentioned that about 100 times but why not again? Friday night we had a meal at TGIF and I felt close to the people there, almost like that one unforgettable BK experience. Saturday I had rehearsal and then, when Kat decided to go home instead of watch Jarhead/Match Point I sifted through two H&Ms for around three hours. I bought:
Nothing
I think my wallet was still tired from the workout it received in England.
Match Point was brilliant, by the by. Absolutely brilliant. Some of the acting was shoddy, but the effect was realistic enough to allow it to pass. I won't ruin it by mentioning the plot but it was excellent. If I had to write a review it would read simply: "See it or you're missing out." Certainly best movie I've seen this year (haha). I should say 'I'm likely to see' this year.
Now what I'm looking forward to is getting Chicago and the exams over and done with and dressing formally for Keno's dinner party.
Lately I've been busy with rehearsals of Chicago. I want to slap most people there sometimes. The Grade 6s just make me want to dip my head into a bowl of acid, and then theirs. Stephy's sister is also just one of those people you hate for no apparent reason, or maybe it's because she's always shushing me and after awhile it's just demeaning. The one problem with rehearsals is that when I get home I still believe I have a good few hours before bed time when really I only have around two and a half. Now, although that's enough, my brain seems to want to procrastinate sleep and so everyday, without fail, I've been going to bed at 12, today looks like it'll be no exception. I was so tired this weekend and looking forward to the Friday night sleep but of course I had rehearsal in school at 10 so, no cigarillo.
Friday was the 13th, full moon and we discussed the supernatural in 'that Scottish play'. I'm sure I've mentioned that about 100 times but why not again? Friday night we had a meal at TGIF and I felt close to the people there, almost like that one unforgettable BK experience. Saturday I had rehearsal and then, when Kat decided to go home instead of watch Jarhead/Match Point I sifted through two H&Ms for around three hours. I bought:
Nothing
I think my wallet was still tired from the workout it received in England.
Match Point was brilliant, by the by. Absolutely brilliant. Some of the acting was shoddy, but the effect was realistic enough to allow it to pass. I won't ruin it by mentioning the plot but it was excellent. If I had to write a review it would read simply: "See it or you're missing out." Certainly best movie I've seen this year (haha). I should say 'I'm likely to see' this year.
Now what I'm looking forward to is getting Chicago and the exams over and done with and dressing formally for Keno's dinner party.