Hell is so going down
Hokay, I have plenty of things to do tonight. PLENTY. But it's Saturday, which means it's time for broadwaysecrets! Well, not for a few hours yet, but I get well excited when the bwsecrets community updates itself every Saturday. It's not so much looking forward to the mudslinging, downright bitchy comments about bw/westend stars but it just makes me smile a little inside to know that there are others out there who are as dorkish and stalkery about musical theatre as I am.
First things first, I have made a mental note/plan/google alert to myself on the way home today that I must complete my online survey creation + landmark recognition list before I sleep. Well, it's 12.39 am and I'm blogging. But planning is good. Planning is excellent. Planning is the new procastination. I shall will do so and report back with good news tomorrow, which will also be the date you guys will receive a link to my online survey, which you will do, or else... well nothing much will happen. Dissertation's such a biatch srsly, I can't wait to be rid of it. Come March 2009, I will yell down curses on it and submit its spit-covered carcass to the u.cl geog room.
I haven't seen Brains and Carynniebabies since the dinner at The White Rabbit. This simply will not do. And since, I have not managed to convince them to go to Hwa Chong MAF ( I am going and those hwachongians are not, fancy that!), I wont be seeing them till our crab date next week. This is a terrible and wanton state of affairs; I've seen so little of them all summer. Please blame internship + dissertation biatch.
Speaking of ur.a, today I went down to photocopy a book from the media resource lib and for a little tian tian chicken rice with unitedkoala. It was good meeting up with Clara dearest, who was still as facebook stalkery as before, but glad that her internship is also ending. Like phew, srsly.
Andd I don't see what's the big deal with switching on the damn wireless. If I ever find out who's that damn sta.rhub guy who said the router gave out damn microwaves.....wth
Anyhow, hee hee. I managed to coerce persuade most of Wynford Wonders (minus Kai) to catch AUGUST OSAGE COUNTY!!! in november. Tickets for a tenner in stalls, woots. And the most of the OBC is following the production to the National, but who cares about them, because all we I care about is Rondi Reed! Hee hee, cannot stop giggling to self. I want to go back to London.
Hokay, time for work! I am just too sprightly at one in the morning.