One of those crazy middle of the night posts
Sorry for my lack of activity lately. It's the laptop. It doesn't want to connect to the mains. Helen's told me about a good repair place tho, so I'm gonna take the charger up there at some point and get it fixed.
My big news, which I need to tell- I did hear from someone that having a period is no guarantee that you're not pregnant. So I went for a test this morning to have it confirmed. And I can now say for definite that I am not pregnant.
Now that I know I'm not, I don't understand why I'm eating more. My body wants sugar. It wants bourbons. Or anything chocolatey. Except at certain times, when it wants hummus.
It's chocolate week at the union, and the only thing in the union shop that isn't on offer is the ridiculously overpriced dairy-free stuff. The only stuff I can eat, and the only stuff I can't afford.
I promise that soon there will be Boosh writeup. I'd have done it tonight, but I am absolutely knackered. It's 2:30am and I'm at the IC, having only just finished the work that was due in Monday morning. In my bag, aside from the usual things, is half a panto script, a pair of B&Q goggles and a used pint glass. I also have another bag with me, because Glen left his at rehearsal by accident. I'm wearing the 'sex' t-shirt, a bright and tiny miniskirt and cowboy(ish) boots with about a million bracelets, and I'm in a library.
The Asylum Comedy Show was cancelled, because they only sold 12 tickets. But we got to watch Jason Cook shoot Barry Dodds in the chest with a paintball gun for free. He bled. I have it all on crap quality mobile phone vids. Not that it matters anyway, because they filmed it for their website.
I shouted at Harry in one scene today. Harry is probably considerable bigger than six feet tall, with long hair and a beard and is doing a PhD. I had fun.
And I'm pissed off with Arkady. I can understand if he has to rush off somewhere- I know he's busy and he does a lot- but in the grand scheme of things, how much time can you really lose from one fucking hug? I put out for him last week, for god's sake.
It doesn't matter anyway. I spent about a quarter of an hour cuddling with Ben after he'd gone. Because Ben is honestly one of the sweetest people I've ever met. He's one of those people you can just tell anything to, even if you've only just met him. He just really seems to care. He was one of the first people I told about Phantom Baby, and this was when I thought it was all over, so I really didn't need to. He was so sweet and supportive about it. And it's kind of endearing the way he feels the need to explain himself when he really doesn't need to. He told me after rehearsal today that he hoped I didn't mind him jumping in mid-scene when he was directing, but that was just his style. To be honest, I hadn't even thought twice about it- my A-Level teacher directed in almost the exact same way.
Sorry, I'll stop gushing. I'm tired. I need to go home. It's 3am, and I have to be up at 8 or so. The IC is empty except for the other insomniacs with work late. I need to go home and go to bed and get some sleep and dream about the curve of Julian Barratt's bum cheeks, because I cannot get that gorgeous image out of my head.
Bye bye.
My big news, which I need to tell- I did hear from someone that having a period is no guarantee that you're not pregnant. So I went for a test this morning to have it confirmed. And I can now say for definite that I am not pregnant.
Now that I know I'm not, I don't understand why I'm eating more. My body wants sugar. It wants bourbons. Or anything chocolatey. Except at certain times, when it wants hummus.
It's chocolate week at the union, and the only thing in the union shop that isn't on offer is the ridiculously overpriced dairy-free stuff. The only stuff I can eat, and the only stuff I can't afford.
I promise that soon there will be Boosh writeup. I'd have done it tonight, but I am absolutely knackered. It's 2:30am and I'm at the IC, having only just finished the work that was due in Monday morning. In my bag, aside from the usual things, is half a panto script, a pair of B&Q goggles and a used pint glass. I also have another bag with me, because Glen left his at rehearsal by accident. I'm wearing the 'sex' t-shirt, a bright and tiny miniskirt and cowboy(ish) boots with about a million bracelets, and I'm in a library.
The Asylum Comedy Show was cancelled, because they only sold 12 tickets. But we got to watch Jason Cook shoot Barry Dodds in the chest with a paintball gun for free. He bled. I have it all on crap quality mobile phone vids. Not that it matters anyway, because they filmed it for their website.
I shouted at Harry in one scene today. Harry is probably considerable bigger than six feet tall, with long hair and a beard and is doing a PhD. I had fun.
And I'm pissed off with Arkady. I can understand if he has to rush off somewhere- I know he's busy and he does a lot- but in the grand scheme of things, how much time can you really lose from one fucking hug? I put out for him last week, for god's sake.
It doesn't matter anyway. I spent about a quarter of an hour cuddling with Ben after he'd gone. Because Ben is honestly one of the sweetest people I've ever met. He's one of those people you can just tell anything to, even if you've only just met him. He just really seems to care. He was one of the first people I told about Phantom Baby, and this was when I thought it was all over, so I really didn't need to. He was so sweet and supportive about it. And it's kind of endearing the way he feels the need to explain himself when he really doesn't need to. He told me after rehearsal today that he hoped I didn't mind him jumping in mid-scene when he was directing, but that was just his style. To be honest, I hadn't even thought twice about it- my A-Level teacher directed in almost the exact same way.
Sorry, I'll stop gushing. I'm tired. I need to go home. It's 3am, and I have to be up at 8 or so. The IC is empty except for the other insomniacs with work late. I need to go home and go to bed and get some sleep and dream about the curve of Julian Barratt's bum cheeks, because I cannot get that gorgeous image out of my head.
Bye bye.