Oct 06, 2006 21:03
Spanish exam - OVER
Swedish exam - OVER
Exam week - OVER!
I feel so much better than yesterday! ^-^ Though we still have another week of hell to go trough, but... Then it'll be over. ^__^ In this is a better hell, at least I get to spend time with my friends while making Akhnaton!
We went through the whole play today. It wasn't actually that bad, and besides Suvi reminded me that Frankenstein (the last spring's project) was in this same point still the day before the first night. XDD That cheered me up a little, because Frankenstein was awesome in the end. ^^ (Though the script was easier and there weren't so many characters. I'm afraid that the audience will undestand only that "Oh, that guy's a pharaoh! Right. And the others...? ... Hey, did he say Nefertiti? Do they have Nefertiti in the play? Wasn't her name Nefritite? Are they sisters or something? ... Oooh, I think that guy's nasty, he looks like the bad guy and he said he wants to kill someone! ... Oh crap, Akhnaton the pharaoh died. That funny fellow with a cape, the one who keeps talking about his spear, killed him, I guess. Why? I thought they were buddies!" Yeah well, at least our music is good! XD Because I'm not playing any instrument and my voice can't be heard, tee hee. XD)
"You know, guys, I think Vesa could play without his shirt. You know, it's a drummer thing." Go Suvi. "... Heey, and Leijo could play without his pants! XD It's a leijo thing? ... Okay, okay, not then. We couldn't tear him away from Vesa..." Go Suvi. XDD (Leijo is our bassist and pretty-boy. Honestly, if you judge by his behavior, he really wants to be the mother of Vesa's children. XD I'm happy it's not possible, because... hell, I'd have to take care of all those little Vesas and Leijos anyway while they'd be themselves, running all around the world! XD)
Suvi borrowed me a cd namend Notre-Dame de Paris - songs from some Notre Dame musical. It's not the best I've heard but quite lovely anyway, and the lyrics had some pretty sentences (even though it's translated quite poorly from French to English.)
And live beyond life
We troubadours and poets sing
That love is all and everything
We promise you, all human kind
Tomorrow will be fine
Bells that ring when we're born
Bells that ring when we die
Bells that ring every day, every night
No one ever taught me about kneeling
Once together never parted
Can't we make a world
To which everone belongs?
irl,
akhnaton