Monday mornings are nice and gentle because they start with Alexander Technique (lol....pulled a muscle during love-making at the weekend but said to Man, "Well, Alexander Tech will sort it out" and he said, "You could argue that Alexander was the cause" ahahaha) Weekend was just lovely all round. He went to see Habit of Art at the National, loved ( Read more... )

RADA, consisted of Sight Reading where we had to deliver a piece of factual written eye-witness accounts as if we were delivering them from our own memories. Then an hour and half off because my Alexander Tech teacher was away so I wandered up to American Apparel- ahha, I'm so bourgeois- bought me a nice jumper and dress. Then Period Dance, where I ( Read more... )

You know, I genuinely foresee killing myself for hating how I look. Not a very glam death, but whatever, yeah, I hate myself. I try to imagine that now and then it gets better but no, actually it's still the same face. I honest to God don't know what to do. I would love plastic surgery but then my genes are shit and there's just so much to work ( Read more... )

Mrs Sams, being so lovely, finally conceded to letting me run my own one-off Drama workshop. I'm so excited. In fact, I was so excited when she first told me, that I ran upstairs, wrote out letters for everyone and sent them out the next day. ...Two days later, someone comes back and says, "Hey, Ailsa, were you in assembly?" I didn't happen to have ( 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... )