This morning: Driving home from Alex's, while driving started typing in postcode of next place into my Sat Nav. Looked up. Massive blue car filling the windscreen. I started screaming, did not stop through collision that sent me spinning across the road, both right-hand windows smashing, both air bags deploying. Car that was following me hit me ( Read more... )

Officially going mad. Nearly had a nervous breakdown today when I got a letter marked RADA. I remind you: if you're in, it's a phonecall, if you're in reserve or not in, it's a letter. I nearly freaked- but actually, it was a letter telling me it's a long process and I may not hear for a long time, be patient etc BUT I am still "being considered" ( Read more... )

1) EVERYTHING is tainted by waiting for my RADA letter. It is driving me fucking nuts. Oh well thanks for killing me so slowly just waiting for news as to whether you will deign to allow me for a 3rd audition. I'm sorry, I want you too badly not to mind after a month-long silence ( Read more... )

I'm not sure what you wish people; Happy Pesach? It's not exactly the happiest holiday ( Read more... )

 
 Happy Hannukah!

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Dear God, don't bring my voices back. Dear God, don't ever let me look in the mirror at my body anymore. Dear God, just...fix it. Just please fix my body ( Read more... )

There's this lovely fanletter pinned to the inside of one of our kitchen cupboards. My Mum gets sent huge batches of her fanmail every two months or so and some of it is...pretty crazy.
For instance, "What's your favorite color? What's your favorite book? Do you believe that Jesus is the Savior of the World? If not, write back to me and I will ( Read more... )

OH GOD! This is too fucking much. Why couldn't God pull His finger out and just make me beautiful? I HATE this. I'm so tired of being worn down by myself. I'm so tired of hating myself. I'm exhausted. I don't achieve anything. I want this movie part so much but I won't get it. Screw talent or a hope at talent, or hope come to that. I want so much ( Read more... )

Good afternoon!
Hope you're all well; here's a random fact of the day: An anagram of Santa's Workshop is Satan's Porkshow.

Lost all my French oral work so I'm deeply depressed. All the more so because it has vanished. You know so it's not even, oh I've lost it, that's just like me. This disappearance has no logic and it's doing my head in!

Anyway, ( Read more... )

You know, I wish I could just travel all over the world. Wouldn't that be awesome ( Read more... )