I'm feeling cranky and pubescent today and I don't know why
Yeah, so this morning I was GROUCHY. Well, I was hormonal and exhausted and when my mum told me my jeans shrunk a bit in the wash I almost cried. Ugh, PMS sucks. Work experience is still fun (even though there are not people there anymore), but I have decided that I hate commuting to work and I hatehatehate the number 24 bus. It is like the most temperamental bus EVER. Sometimes it won't stop at the bus stop you're standing at. A lot of the time it terminates in really weird places. Oh, and this morning I was so tired I dozed off and woke up past my stop.
Most of the time I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing here. I'm in an office by myself and George (my supervisor) is so nice I feel bad when I'm not doing any work but a lot of the time I don't have any work to do! So I've spent a lot of time on the Internet (like now). But yesterday George sprung it on me that he wants me to perform in one of the short plays that they're putting on tonight. I'm sorry for the Americanism but, SHORT NOTICE MUCH? It's cool though, and I'm flattered. It's a short play, one in a trilogy that George wrote himself callec Burnt Cakes. It's about Tony Blair when he started the Iraq War. I'm playing Leo - his five year old son. Who for some reason is portrayed as a revolutionary socialist genius in the play. I'm playing a five year old Che Guevara! Awesome! But I have a monologue AAAAAHHH! I have managed to dissuade my parents from coming.
Oh, and I also had a bit of a shock when Ms. Dennis turned up this morning to see how I was doing (Amy - she should be coming to see you soon!) after seeing Maria and Mo and Fallanne. Aaah, she's so nice it makes me feel guilty! She had a look around and said she wanted to talk to me about it so she said she'd take me to a Starbucks to get coffee. And then we found that the nearest non-crowded coffee shop was in Euston so she bought me a Tube ticket to get there. So... yeah now I feel guilty. She told me repeatedly of how much I looked like her little sister. And yeah. I had to persuade her not to come to the play as well.
I always get the impression that she feels sorry for me whenever she sees me. She's always very sympathetic and I think she thinks that I'm too shy to have proper relationships with people. Or something.
I'm not that shy. I mean, I only appear quiet to her in comparison to all the LOUD people in my class. Right?
Oh, and yesterday I went to Hobgoblin (most wonderful folk music shop ever - people in music shops are always so nice) and bought a Vietnamese-style Jew's harp. Which I can't call a 'Jew's harp' because it sounds disgustingly politically incorrect. So I'm calling it a jaw harp. I'm debating whether or not to take it to Kepplewray. They said we could bring musical instruments. Then again, they'll think I'm even weirder won't they, Amy?
Oh my gosh, only four days to go!
Most of the time I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing here. I'm in an office by myself and George (my supervisor) is so nice I feel bad when I'm not doing any work but a lot of the time I don't have any work to do! So I've spent a lot of time on the Internet (like now). But yesterday George sprung it on me that he wants me to perform in one of the short plays that they're putting on tonight. I'm sorry for the Americanism but, SHORT NOTICE MUCH? It's cool though, and I'm flattered. It's a short play, one in a trilogy that George wrote himself callec Burnt Cakes. It's about Tony Blair when he started the Iraq War. I'm playing Leo - his five year old son. Who for some reason is portrayed as a revolutionary socialist genius in the play. I'm playing a five year old Che Guevara! Awesome! But I have a monologue AAAAAHHH! I have managed to dissuade my parents from coming.
Oh, and I also had a bit of a shock when Ms. Dennis turned up this morning to see how I was doing (Amy - she should be coming to see you soon!) after seeing Maria and Mo and Fallanne. Aaah, she's so nice it makes me feel guilty! She had a look around and said she wanted to talk to me about it so she said she'd take me to a Starbucks to get coffee. And then we found that the nearest non-crowded coffee shop was in Euston so she bought me a Tube ticket to get there. So... yeah now I feel guilty. She told me repeatedly of how much I looked like her little sister. And yeah. I had to persuade her not to come to the play as well.
I always get the impression that she feels sorry for me whenever she sees me. She's always very sympathetic and I think she thinks that I'm too shy to have proper relationships with people. Or something.
I'm not that shy. I mean, I only appear quiet to her in comparison to all the LOUD people in my class. Right?
Oh, and yesterday I went to Hobgoblin (most wonderful folk music shop ever - people in music shops are always so nice) and bought a Vietnamese-style Jew's harp. Which I can't call a 'Jew's harp' because it sounds disgustingly politically incorrect. So I'm calling it a jaw harp. I'm debating whether or not to take it to Kepplewray. They said we could bring musical instruments. Then again, they'll think I'm even weirder won't they, Amy?
Oh my gosh, only four days to go!