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i could actually be bothered to do a good job shaving my legs last night so im prancing around lincoln today in a skirt. for the first time in ages! just thought i'd share. i like skirts. ahem..anyway.
Yup, so i had my drama exam. we got to meet the examiner before we performed and he looked so scary. turned out he was quite cool actually so that was all right. THEN all the performing arts people came into the studio to watch us. i was so fucking nervous. i felt so sick. Last nights performance had so many things go wrong and i knew it was going to happen all over again. twice as bad.because thats the way it works!! when your gettins assesed, things are bound to go wrong.
Turns out, however, that NOTHING WENT WRONG!! woo! i rememberd every fucking word! and i even cried in it! (which i dont usualy do) and the little problem we had about the guy slapping me went out the window. he hit me so fucking hard in the face. it hurt so bad but i was so glad he had done it.
the only thing that didnt go right was on one part, 'my husband' was ment to throw a tray of cups at me, and they were ment to smash every where. every time we've done this it workd, but last night they bounced on the floor and hit the sound man. none of them smashed! i wanted to laugh but i held it back.
yup, so all in all, it went very well!
Nobody spoke to me about it though. asked me how it went. even my mum didnt know. maybee i hadnt mentioned it but im pretty sure i had done. that made me feel abit crap. SAM was texting me last night, and told me well done n everything. he makes me smile. <33 then mr harris text me and we spoke for ages about random things like 'not the nine o'clock news', brasseye, the day today, alan partridge, him coming to visit blah blah blah. i hope he does come to visit. it'l be so strange seeing him again.
i sat alone in my room last night. listening to sad songs. i felt really low last night. i think if i just sit by myself, i alow myself to think about the bad things that are going on in my life. i really should do that..i know i cant handle it well.
Yup, so i had my drama exam. we got to meet the examiner before we performed and he looked so scary. turned out he was quite cool actually so that was all right. THEN all the performing arts people came into the studio to watch us. i was so fucking nervous. i felt so sick. Last nights performance had so many things go wrong and i knew it was going to happen all over again. twice as bad.because thats the way it works!! when your gettins assesed, things are bound to go wrong.
Turns out, however, that NOTHING WENT WRONG!! woo! i rememberd every fucking word! and i even cried in it! (which i dont usualy do) and the little problem we had about the guy slapping me went out the window. he hit me so fucking hard in the face. it hurt so bad but i was so glad he had done it.
the only thing that didnt go right was on one part, 'my husband' was ment to throw a tray of cups at me, and they were ment to smash every where. every time we've done this it workd, but last night they bounced on the floor and hit the sound man. none of them smashed! i wanted to laugh but i held it back.
yup, so all in all, it went very well!
Nobody spoke to me about it though. asked me how it went. even my mum didnt know. maybee i hadnt mentioned it but im pretty sure i had done. that made me feel abit crap. SAM was texting me last night, and told me well done n everything. he makes me smile. <33 then mr harris text me and we spoke for ages about random things like 'not the nine o'clock news', brasseye, the day today, alan partridge, him coming to visit blah blah blah. i hope he does come to visit. it'l be so strange seeing him again.
i sat alone in my room last night. listening to sad songs. i felt really low last night. i think if i just sit by myself, i alow myself to think about the bad things that are going on in my life. i really should do that..i know i cant handle it well.