I'll probs end up posting twice today after our massive rehearsal tonight but today has been busy busy busy! Woke up at 9.50, discovered it was 9.50 and screamed "WHY DID NO ONE WAKE ME??!!" Got washed, dressed, make-upped in 10 minutes and was down the road but still didn't make school till 10.20 to do ComRevolutions rehearsals. Lol, but I'm not in charge of this one! Helen Broadbridge is and a sterling job she's doing too. So I pretended to be various mentally unstable people, chatted to her about the Real World in glorious sunshine, then nipped into Newbury to buy a practice skirt, then flew down to Hungerford to buy flowers for Mother's Day and a prezzie for my Dad's birthday (they're both going on holiday on Sat so I decided to give them things now before they ABANDON me, lol)
A bitta Oy: Have had to fix the same laptop key 9 times in the past couple of days. It will be broken in like 20 seconds. And, lol, I've taken to pre-conditioning my hair in heated olive oil. Don't even laugh, it's doing the trick. But this second time I've done it...I can't have washed it all out well enough cause walking round town today...my hair was distinctly, erm, food-inclined. I smelled like a meal. And I looked a bit oily. So I shall be more careful from now on but, seriously, for dry brittle hair I highly recommend heated olive oil!
Yeah, I had flour on my face and I look kinda moronic so this had to go.
I swear, 90% of the time, this is my expression. Also, a near upskirt, which is not what we were going for.
Lol, aside from the obvious bit of boobage, this was an alternative shot to the spray scream.
I knocked over like every bottle in the cupboard!
An alternative to the spoon- oven gloves, which are clearly unbelievably HAWT.
My fire went out.
An alternative to the final shot.