Mmnnnn... hello
You know when you try and make up for lack of sleep by having 12 and a half hours continuously? Never try and do that two days before you have an essay due, especially after getting in at 4 in the morning.
Still, at least this one's only 1500 words instead of 2000, and I know what I'm gonna do it on now- I'm gonna discuss Freud's theory of dream analysis in relation to the little fairy tale about Winnet in Jeanette Winterson's 'Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit'. When all else fails, go back to the book you did your A-Level coursework on :-)
I had such a brilliant night last night tho. Louise had a neon rave at Space at the union for her 20th, so I went along after gospel choir dolled up in the flourescent orange leggings of doom with a silver mask painted around my eyes and pink stripes down my face, had a few pints and danced like I'd mixed Es with blue Smarties. I've never been to Space before, but it's brilliant- they play a great mix of singalongy classics and really beaty dance music, it's in the Octagon, which is pretty huge, and the drinks are fairly cheap too- even the cocktail bar. When I have more money, I will definitely try a Space Oddyssey and an Is There Life On Mars? I was very pleased with how little I drank too- I had three pints, and managed to get home relatively sober and got through the night on less than a tenner. Score!
Less good news- I have less than £50 in the bank. My parents have told me to ask them for money rather than go back into my overdraft, but I fucking hate taking their money.
I'm trying to earn tho- I've been looking at jobs. Including being a film and tv extra. I've joined an agency site, and I just need to put some pictures up so directors can have a look at me and I can start applying. I need someone with a proper digital camera, but Amy says she'll give me a hand.
More ranting- my landlady is a complete arsehole. She turned up out of the blue yesterday afternoon with two girls who came to view the house. She's meant to give us 24 hours notice. But her idea of 24 hours notice is to send Ellis a voicemail in the hope that he will see it and check it, and not say a word to the rest of us. And then, later in the evening, another four girls turned up for a viewing, because my lovely landladt told them they could pop round and see the house whenever they wanted. I doubt very much that she's given anyone our numbers so they can check with us whether that's okay. And also- group of four, four-bed house: she is FUCKING JOKING if she thinks I'm moving out this year. Those funny stories Helen and Ellis told me about her before I moved in are starting to sound less and less funny.
On a lighter note concerning the house, we binned the old food yesterday. Helen and Ellis had some rice they found in the kitchen, which they later realised was probably Patrick's. Patrick moved out in 2007. So we binned his rice because it probably had weevils in it (and then the bin started making a weird noise like there were things moving in it... angry weevils!!!), and some cereal that was still in date but in soggy boxes. Ellis took out some weetabixes, and there was something insectoid on it, which bit him and disappeared. I didn't see it; it only took Helen yelling "spider!" to get me running away across the living room screaming.
I love these people.
I saw Twelfth Night at the uni drama studio on Thursday, because Ben and Glenn (hee) from the panto, as well as Ste and Hannah and Mark from my Practical Drama class last year were all in it. And it was brilliant! The guy playing Malvolio was an absolute legend! He had us in stitches! Mark was fabulous as Andrew Aguecheek as well- he went through half the show looking vaguely similar to Old Gregg, with Andrew having come in from a drunken rave in tights, ladies' pumps and a blue tutu. The guy who played Toby Belch was also fantastic- perfect drunken slurring. And Hannah looked gorgeous in a men's suit too. It was hilarious.
We're doing the Christmas songs in gospel choir now. So exciting! And we're doing Carol of the Bells too, which is so love! And out own arrangement of O Come All Ye Faithful. I'm really excited- last year we did one of my favourite carols, O Holy Night, and it was amazing.
I'm doing something with them for the Societies Showcase at the end of the month too, but that won't be a Christmas song. I'll be doing a sketch with USLES for that too. We were going to do The Bank Robbery Opera, which we did for the RAG sketch show before summer, but we couldn't get the rights to it, because the woman who owns it, who's a member of CULES (Cambridge Uni Light Entertainment Socity) or OULES (Oxford Uni Light Entertainment Society), sent Harry a frantic email when he asked, telling everyone to leave her alone because she's stressed. Oo. So we're doing the Agatha Christie Opera instead, which is the same sort of thing, only in this one I get to sing about my dead husband to the tune of that song from Phantom of the Opera and smother Arkady with my boobs. (I've been told not to panic- they can pad them up.)
I've been invited to many LES things. Harry wants to take some people to see shows and go to cast parties in Oxford and Cambridge. I might go to the Cambridge one. The Oxford one is on a Thursday, and I have Magic Realism on Friday so that wouldn't be ideal, but the Cambridge one is the following Saturday. They'll be descending en masse on ours too :-D
I've also been invited to the VOLES (which I think stands for something to do with Various Light Entertainment Societies) New Year party, which is basically five days of drunkenness, silliness and pretending you're on game shows, in a scout hut in Kettering. I plan to go, tho it will mean telling my parents I won't be spending New Year with them, as is traditional.
Also, the girl playing the evil queen in our panto, Eleanor, is giving me interesting feelings. I don't know whether or not she's straight, but after we saw Twelfth Night on Thursday, we were hanging around with the cast and she asked me to sit on her lap to keep her legs warm, and we barely even know each other. She kept offering me gin and kendal mint cake through the performance too, and afterwards she invited me back to watch House, and that never happened, but we did watch some Desperate Housewives on her housemate's bed, and she drew some attrention to certain things that she and her housemate do which may not imply heterosexuality...
Also, someone had written 'Bring on the Trumpets' on the side of their bath.
And I have foreseen, through entirely non-mystcal means that Lu and Hattie's birthdays are soon. Hattie, I already know what I'm writing for you, if you don't mind that, but Lu... any requests? Actually, I know some people sent me requests ages ago that I never wrote... dunno if any of them were yours. I know Hattie sent me quite a lot, and I still haven't done any.
beansidhe_baby gave me a meme. I'll do it later. Can't be arsed to think right now, but I have to, because I have EVIL ESSAYS AAAARGHGHH!!!