Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
I am knackered. Properly completely knackered.
I didn't get up early- it was about 9:15, but I've barely had a chance to sit down all day. And I'm tired and I'm frustrated and my legs ache and I really should be in bed right now.
But I'm not. I'm sitting in the living room (for 'tis the warmest room in the house) in my trackies and a poloneck jumper (uncoordinated, much?) wrapped in a blanket comforting myself with apple juice and everything-free chocolate.
Still, at least I can say the day was productive. I went down town after my lecture (post-colonial theory... didn't understand a word of it. And it was my tutor giving the lecture, so tomorrow he will probably find this out...) with the intention of buying a book for choice week in Magic Realism and some sequins for my Dream Jeans. I found a book pretty quickly- more Jeanette Winterson, this time it's 'Sexing the Cherry', £2 from Rare and Racy. I love that shop. Tho they were playing some weird music with a bizarre monologue over it today instead of the usual Howardy jazz. So then I made a beeline for the 99p shop, which was absolutely crammed. I found some sequins, but I'd forgotten how absolutely hideous they are. They're matt. Who wants matt sequins? Everyone knows sequins have to be sparkly. Laws of visionology. So I didn't buy any. I had a look around for some other things. A string of little stars would be nice, but I'd only need a few, and then I wouldn't have a clue what to do with the other 2 and a half metres of Christmas tree decoration. I was gonna get some ribbon, but then I noticed how big the queues were and decided that it was not worth standing there that long to spend a pound.
And then I saw the cake aisle. And I WANTED.
So basically, I wasted an hour in the most depressing shop in existence and didn't buy anything. Should have just gone straight to Poundland.
Poundland was far more useful. They didn't have any sequins, but I've bought some bells I'm gonna sew on. So, to shamelessly steal a joke from my own panto, everyone will hear when I'm coming (yes Jen, this is the level of humour you're letting yourself into XD). They're silver and green, which wouldn't be as nice as gold and green, but they didn't have gold and green and I needed something.
The Works came through for me too- I got some ribbon from there. Less of it for the same price as the 99p shop, but there was no queue and these bits were just nicer. I don't want crappy decorations of my dream jeans.
I got some Christmas shopping done too- I got Jimmy the Rough Guide to British Alternative Comedy, or whatever it's called, £3 from HMV. Or less, with my student discount :-D That's all the family sorted, I just need things for Katie and Viki from the 'Wood. I've got Katie a pair of earrings already, but I want to get her something else as well because I was very very terrible in November and forgot her birthday. If I could afford the tram down to Meadowhall, that'd be perfect because there's a Disney Store there, where I'm sure I'd be able to find the perfect present. Katie is basically a 20-year-old Disney Princess fanatic, and something pretty and ornamental from the Disney Store is guaranteed to bring love.
I'm hoping it's not too terrible of me to get them chocolate to go with whatever else I get them. Tho if it is, it's also terrible that I have already bought my dad a wool scarf.
The fair's coming back as well. The carousel's set up in the town centre, and I saw a ride on the back of a lorry, all sort of flat-packed. It was quite weird. For once I'm a bit sad about this- normally I'd be ecstatic, only right now I'm far too skint to afford the rides. My parents have given me a bit more money, so my balance right now is £50, and I really don't want to go back into my overdraft. Tho I have a feeling I'll have to anyway, because the buffet after the panto is a tenner, it's £5 for the Last Laugh Christmas special, and £3.50 I think for a Climax ticket, and lord only knows how much I'll spend on drink in both of those. And then I'll need to keep some for Birmingham as well :-(
Finance sucks.
So yeah, that took me a good couple of hours. And it got me very frustrated. I'm not sure what it is, but I'd guess at a combination of tiredness, stress, Aunt Irma lurking in the background and having been in the 99p shop. I was wound up like an E-string and I just wanted to stop, scream and pound something. But fortunately I didn't.
I need to keep a better check on Aunt Irma, I think. I can never remember when she's due to come.
Anyway, I got home around 4:15, which gave me less than half an hour to make a sandwich and sit down for a bit before I was late to the emergency gospel choir practice. We were just doing The Virgin Slumber Song/The Virgin Mary Had a Baby Boy/whatever it's called, everyone seems to call it by a different name, and to be honest... it's a bit terrible. The soprano part is so high that it sounds screechy if they don't get it right, and they can barely hit the notes anyway. It took ages for the high altos to all sing the same note. Sarah was the only low alto who turned up, and she really isn't that good a singer, by her own admission. And Matt wasn't there either, which made me and the other guy who turned up (argh, I need to learn people's names!) realise just how much we rely on him to get the notes. It;s gotten better tho- the sopranos are hitting their notes, the high altos are in tune, Saffy will be there at the carol service to help the low altos get the notes, and Matt will be there as well for the tenors. And I think we're all a bit more comfortable with the notes now, if not totally confident.
Except I turned up to do all this emergency extra practising, and it turns out that the dress rehearsal for the panto is tomorrow, at the same time as the CU carol service and the practice for it, and it's probably more vital that I turn up to that, so there wasn't really any need for me to come to that practice at all. I'll have to send them an email and let them know.
I was home for about half an hour, enough time to watch the Simpsons with my boots still on, before I was out again for the panto rehearsal. The kids' show that someone mentioned as being tomorrow is now not tomorrow, thank the lord. I am really not ready for it. We had a run-through on Monday, and the advice was "if you forget a line, blag it, and whatever you do, DON'T SWEAR". So the first time I forgot a line, all that came out was "what? Shit, no, oh, fuck me!" Thing is, while we're all fairly confident with the main script, no one's entirely sure off the top of their heads what's been cut and what's been left in for the kids' show.
Todays rehearsal was pretty successful tho. It was for the proper show, and we went through all the second half. And I can remember my lines for most scenes! It's just the few nearest the end I have to remind myself of my lines before I do it, but I can at least remember them from the beginning of the scene to the end. Glenn wasn't there today tho, so Ben made me do what we have affectionately named 'schizophrenic narration'- basically, I say my line, take a step to the side and read Glenn's, then step back and reply to myself. It's fucking weird.
We practised all the songs too, and they're looking good. I'm not in any of those tho, except the bit at the end. I wish I was.
Tim got his breasts today. He seemed to rather like them, tho he said they were a bit tight. He did the whole rehearsal in his funky red wig, his boobs and a sort of furry neglige type thing. And he let me have a squeeze XD
So yeah, dress rehearsal tomorrow. I'm optimistic.
And Jen- we're on for the buffet. It'll be at the Haha Bar straight after the show. Then the afterparty, which will be at Ben's house. If you have any spare booze or anything, they'll love you if you bring it XD I'm bringing the rum. That rum's gonna see every party going, lmao.
Tho this means that going around and checking the menus and serving times of pretty much every restuarant in the town centre was a lot of wasted time, really. O well.
So it was around 10ish when I finally got home, and my stir fry didn't want to fry, so it wasn't until 11:30 that I finally had dinner. But big meals make up for any pains. Now that I've had a bit of a rest, I've got that feeling where you're awake enough to muck around, but too sleep to work. I had the exact same feeling last night, and it pretty much killed me to work my way through some of the reading for my Criticism seminar tomorrow. I'm thinking I won't be able to manage the reading this week. Which is bad for the exam, but probably better for my mental state right now. I'm feeling slightly better now.
I think what's needed tonight is early bed, maybe read a bit of my book, and make sure I get enough sleep for 10am lecture tomorrow.
Tho that said, it is already almost 2am. And I probably won't get to sleep any time that soon *sigh*