April 1st 2009
April Fools Day today ... and I didn't get fooled! Weh mir, i know :P
Drama exam today. All I can say is I am so fucking glad it's over. Never again. Never.
It started off okay. We ran through our lines and practiced until it was as near to perfect as we could get it. We even got our lighting good, which is quite an achievement when the only tech geek in the class is in your group and you're not allowed teacher assistance. It kinda went a bit bollocks after break though. My teeth were starting to hurt (well, not so much hurt. It's more like itching than actual pain, but it's fucking annoying and ibuprofen makes it go away) and because I'm an unorganised idiot, I didn't bring any pills with me. We ran through once more, and then got called down where we had one more rehearsal with lights. And one big stress and an argument when people kept forgetting lines. Then came the real thing. Danny forgot lines and fucked up a whole scene. Charlotte forgot lines. Carl refused to put half of his costume on and used his fucking script. (Not that I was expecting better, because Carl is about as good at acting as my pillowcase. He can't do facial expressions, or use body language or change the tone of his voice. Stephen Hawking would probably less boringly monotone. But that's enough digression.) And ... it wasn't that good. And then Charlotte got in a stress because she thinks she ruined it and ... God. Enough. Never again. Spent the rest of the day bumming around in the Chetwood and laughing at all the pathetic year sevens in music.
I guess I feel pretty stressed. I mean, I feel kinda stressed now, and I've had an afternoon of Monty Python and House (on an unrelated note, I like this weeks! The different format is good!) to chill me out. I also have to go see my history teacher tomorrow for something. And it's like 'AAA WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?' And... blah.
Anyway, enough of my ranting.
Drama exam today. All I can say is I am so fucking glad it's over. Never again. Never.
It started off okay. We ran through our lines and practiced until it was as near to perfect as we could get it. We even got our lighting good, which is quite an achievement when the only tech geek in the class is in your group and you're not allowed teacher assistance. It kinda went a bit bollocks after break though. My teeth were starting to hurt (well, not so much hurt. It's more like itching than actual pain, but it's fucking annoying and ibuprofen makes it go away) and because I'm an unorganised idiot, I didn't bring any pills with me. We ran through once more, and then got called down where we had one more rehearsal with lights. And one big stress and an argument when people kept forgetting lines. Then came the real thing. Danny forgot lines and fucked up a whole scene. Charlotte forgot lines. Carl refused to put half of his costume on and used his fucking script. (Not that I was expecting better, because Carl is about as good at acting as my pillowcase. He can't do facial expressions, or use body language or change the tone of his voice. Stephen Hawking would probably less boringly monotone. But that's enough digression.) And ... it wasn't that good. And then Charlotte got in a stress because she thinks she ruined it and ... God. Enough. Never again. Spent the rest of the day bumming around in the Chetwood and laughing at all the pathetic year sevens in music.
I guess I feel pretty stressed. I mean, I feel kinda stressed now, and I've had an afternoon of Monty Python and House (on an unrelated note, I like this weeks! The different format is good!) to chill me out. I also have to go see my history teacher tomorrow for something. And it's like 'AAA WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?' And... blah.
Anyway, enough of my ranting.