So, I haven't posted here in nearly a year. And I'm not at all bothered by that. In fact, the only reason I'm posting now is that I've seen a few things today that make me doubt the validity of the statement 'the human brain is an organic supercomputer'. And the rant is too long for twitter.
Point number 1, as some of you may have seen earlier, a magazine annoyed me. The headline on the cover was this:
'I HAD A MISCARRIAGE at my baby shower!'
This was on the front of one of those slightly trashy gossip mags. Guess the title?
THAT'S LIFE!
With a picture of a smiling woman. My one and only thought on seeing that was 'WHAT?!' How can the people of this earth actually want to PAY to read such an awful, horrifying and upsetting story told with such an upbeat attitude? To make matters worse it was next to a similarly upbeat colourful gossip mag called' TAKE A BREAK' whose headline read:
'SHE SLEPT WITH MY HUSBAND, but did she kill him?'
1: Probably not, calm down. Besides, as the wife of an adulterer you're the more likely suspect anyway.
2: If you suspect it - TELL THE FUCKING POLICE! Not the middle class bored housewives who read that magazine!
As you can see it genuinely got up my nose to a great extent.
The whole days lack of brain was added to by a post I saw come up on my news feed. Some random pillock had decided to post on the 'Number 10 Downing Street' page a letter to David Cameron (cos I here he checks there every day). The post was annoying enough, proper Daily Mail/The Sun bullshit. The guy complained he couldn't afford the £1000 to get his boiler fixed (strikes me he should be with British Gas or something. Or at least find a cheaper plumber) because of a long list of things he had to pay the government. Things that people have been paying the government for longer than most people remember. Like VAT. And Income Tax. And NI. And, according to him, PAYE. I.E. Pay As You Earn. Which is the way you pay some of those taxes. He also listed his TV Licence on there. You know, the optional hundred and something pound thing to let you watch TV. He also bought in the whole 'Somali family on benefits given £2million house' BS as well - and I've checked this story out in the past, the family in question are immensely shocked they got this particular townhouse and all have fairly menial jobs such as taxi drivers or no job at all. They pay a council housing rate (as it's a council house) of over £1000 a month. It's not a lot, but it's not actually losing money anywhere or giving someone shit for free. And he ended his post with 'give us a break Prime Minister...I look forward to your personal reply.' Already he's an idiot but he wasn't as annoying as the even more Daily Mail commenter. The kind of Daily Mail who is so bad they'll argue with other Daily Mail people.
This guy complained that his son had fallen down the stairs so he had taken him to A&E, where he was seen after people who had been rushed in in the ambulance. Heaven for-fucking-fend. The people who need a stretcher and may have been stabbed or run over or something get seen before the kid who managed to get to and from the car after falling down the stairs? NEVER!
Anyway. Today has been full of examples of humanities inability to use certain cognitive functions and as such has royally ticked me off. If you have made it this far congrats, i owe you chocolate as an apology.
Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Lots to say, so little time!
First things first I feel the need to apologise for such an extended period of non-postage. So here it is:
SORRY!
I'm sure that no-one really noticed, I'm not under the delusion that my blog is that central to lives of my associates but nonetheless it felt necessary. I would also like to point out the the word 'blog' has started coming up as an unknown word when I type it on here, which is something I enjoy as much as Facebook not recognising its own name.
So since I wrote last I have completed an EPIC 24 hours of solid drama, partaken in the University Musical Theatre society's Fresher's Showcase, written my first 'academic' essay, drunk more than my fair share of alcohol, not eaten nearly enough veg, slept lots and somehow managed to find myself in a relationship.
Let's do this in chronological order, shall we? And I'll try not to be too dull :)
24 hour drama is a wonderful idea to meet people, have fun and get you practical drama fix at uni starting at 12 noon on a Saturday and ending 24 hours later. One can arrive late or bail early as wished, however i did neither and slept muchly afterwards.It is run by one of the on campus societies (T:24 Drama) who, as shown by their name, make 24 hour events a habit. It was a lot of fun where I got to know some people I'd already met around the place and met a large number of wondrous people. Including one lovely young lady called Kate. I'm sure all those of you who actually bother to read these ramblings of mine have already seen this fact displayed on the screen of the all powerful master that is facebook, but nonetheless I am re-iterating. She would be accepted by all you beloved and much missed performing arts friends. That's right, she is THAT crazy ;) And about 3 feet tall. I joke, but she is 4'11"...1 foot and 4 inches shorter than me. This makes for some rather entertaining photographs.
Shortly after the 24 hour drama I was accepted in the Freshers Showcase which was 'Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll'. In the showcase I had 2 solos but the important part was I met even more brilliant people and had a lot of fun. The show was filled with great songs such as Totally Fucked (yes, an obvious choice for the theme, but for the excellent reason that it is a great song that doesn't need much context) and Lancelot from Monty Python's SPAMALOT, in which I got to dance most camply and was therefore in my element. The directors even managed to make a long line of people coming to bow more interesting by making the bows a live performance of 'Everybody Needs Somebody' as well. Excellent show, excellent people, excellent fun times.
On the essay, it wasn't a long one as such, and we all had plenty of time to do it in. What got me about it when I re-read it was how only 2 or 3 months ago I would not have really got a lot of what I was on about...but now I'm writing it! It's amazing the pace with which you pick things up when you read this amount every week. Seriously, reading is the dominant form of my existence now but as long as it is the right book or extract, it has stopped being a chore. I am enjoying reading the way I used to all those years ago! :P
Well, it has been wonderful spewing the last 2 months of my life for you all; what have you been up to?
P.S. ADVENT STARTS TODAY!!!!! CHRISTMAS IS NEARLY HERE!!!!!! YAAAAAY!!!!
P.P.S I am aware how very childishly excited that seemed, but I guess I'm just extremely hyped up this year. XD
xxxxx
SORRY!
I'm sure that no-one really noticed, I'm not under the delusion that my blog is that central to lives of my associates but nonetheless it felt necessary. I would also like to point out the the word 'blog' has started coming up as an unknown word when I type it on here, which is something I enjoy as much as Facebook not recognising its own name.
So since I wrote last I have completed an EPIC 24 hours of solid drama, partaken in the University Musical Theatre society's Fresher's Showcase, written my first 'academic' essay, drunk more than my fair share of alcohol, not eaten nearly enough veg, slept lots and somehow managed to find myself in a relationship.
Let's do this in chronological order, shall we? And I'll try not to be too dull :)
24 hour drama is a wonderful idea to meet people, have fun and get you practical drama fix at uni starting at 12 noon on a Saturday and ending 24 hours later. One can arrive late or bail early as wished, however i did neither and slept muchly afterwards.It is run by one of the on campus societies (T:24 Drama) who, as shown by their name, make 24 hour events a habit. It was a lot of fun where I got to know some people I'd already met around the place and met a large number of wondrous people. Including one lovely young lady called Kate. I'm sure all those of you who actually bother to read these ramblings of mine have already seen this fact displayed on the screen of the all powerful master that is facebook, but nonetheless I am re-iterating. She would be accepted by all you beloved and much missed performing arts friends. That's right, she is THAT crazy ;) And about 3 feet tall. I joke, but she is 4'11"...1 foot and 4 inches shorter than me. This makes for some rather entertaining photographs.
Shortly after the 24 hour drama I was accepted in the Freshers Showcase which was 'Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll'. In the showcase I had 2 solos but the important part was I met even more brilliant people and had a lot of fun. The show was filled with great songs such as Totally Fucked (yes, an obvious choice for the theme, but for the excellent reason that it is a great song that doesn't need much context) and Lancelot from Monty Python's SPAMALOT, in which I got to dance most camply and was therefore in my element. The directors even managed to make a long line of people coming to bow more interesting by making the bows a live performance of 'Everybody Needs Somebody' as well. Excellent show, excellent people, excellent fun times.
On the essay, it wasn't a long one as such, and we all had plenty of time to do it in. What got me about it when I re-read it was how only 2 or 3 months ago I would not have really got a lot of what I was on about...but now I'm writing it! It's amazing the pace with which you pick things up when you read this amount every week. Seriously, reading is the dominant form of my existence now but as long as it is the right book or extract, it has stopped being a chore. I am enjoying reading the way I used to all those years ago! :P
Well, it has been wonderful spewing the last 2 months of my life for you all; what have you been up to?
P.S. ADVENT STARTS TODAY!!!!! CHRISTMAS IS NEARLY HERE!!!!!! YAAAAAY!!!!
P.P.S I am aware how very childishly excited that seemed, but I guess I'm just extremely hyped up this year. XD
xxxxx
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Here I am!!!!'
Ok, first of all: This is a slightly longer one than usual, mainly because its been SO EFFING LONG! I just checked and discovered it was July 1st. O. MY. GOD! (with St. Trinians moves as well. that is how epically bad this fact is) So in that time: I have been clubbing for the first and second times; celebrated a dear friends 18th and another's 19th with a couple of other firsts AND got my results. A big couple o' months.
So I'll start with that last one. Results. You all know them by now but nonetheless: D/D - Performing Arts, B - English, C - Philosophy. Both that B and that C were quiiiiite close to the next grade up, but nonetheless were a B and a C. In essence this means that I'M AT UNIVERSITY!!!!!!!! more on that later.
The clubbing and birthdays. As part of my big sister's 21st celebrations i went out clubbing with her, at this point VERY recent fiancée and a couple of her mates.....that's at least the politest way to describe Sofa and Karl anyhoo ;) This was the first time I went clubbing, and was immediately after a 12-hour Tesco shift on Brighton Pride Saturday. This meant 2 things. 1: It was VERY busy in Brighton; and 2: in order to catch up to the oldies, who I met up with on the train, a drank A LOT on the way to Brighton. I had an amazing night. The second club night was also the 19th birthday of my dear friend Gary, who I like to fondly imagine is at this moment sitting at a desk typing the same as me, except he has airport passengers awaiting the answer the computer tells him. Preferably not 'No'. His night out was very different, I was a lot more sober but definitely had a GREAT night. LIFE isn't my favourite club, but this just goes to prove that as long as you're with the right people, it can still be EPIC!.....until they all go back to Haywards Heath and leave you on a freezing seafront at 4 a.m. waiting until your train even arrives. Not all bad though: buddies beans on toast is delicious. :P
The 18th. Of course it is Liam's to which I refer, and both of the couple of other firsts are on this night. Now, when I say 'firsts' I'm sure what I mean is not what those of you out there following this will think. You are all puerile. No, I mean 2 of the most EPIC things I've ever done: beer pong (which I suck at) and a Beer Bong (which I was surprised I managed....). That night for me was the last time I saw many of my P.A. peeps before uni, and to any of you reading this, even if I saw you after that night: I miss you. I do. I actually welled up thinking of you guys earlier, so don't underestimate this :') *
So, uni. I moved in a week ago today and already myself and my housemates are as thick as thieves. It's like we met as children. The people from my course whom I have met already are amazing. We get on really well and everything seems to fit nicely. Those of you who really want to talk to me could hear some amazing news involving celebrities :o My module conveners and the head of the course are also very funny and easy to listen to which is good, means i might get some good notes. Also, anyone into film should check out 'Night of the Hunter' from 1955. It's a thriller, but also a comedy and a hundred other things. Try and pin it down, or just watch it as it is EPIC! <--another point regarding that word. For the last week i seem to have said 'epic' more than it should be legal to say any one word in a week.....i think i need an intervention. Help me. (And to those who wonder....the laugh seems to have developed to a largely 'inhaling' form at the moment, due to the sore throat bought on by freshers week :P)
Well. It's been a while but i think everything's up to date now. Cannot wait to see all you guys again...whenever that may be (also - HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIE LOWE!!! hope you have/had and AWESOME DAYYYYYYY!!). Right I think that's it, this is me, signing off AT UNI!! eeek! :D xx
*Also, yes FAMILY I miss you too, I hoped you would take that as red however. :)
So I'll start with that last one. Results. You all know them by now but nonetheless: D/D - Performing Arts, B - English, C - Philosophy. Both that B and that C were quiiiiite close to the next grade up, but nonetheless were a B and a C. In essence this means that I'M AT UNIVERSITY!!!!!!!! more on that later.
The clubbing and birthdays. As part of my big sister's 21st celebrations i went out clubbing with her, at this point VERY recent fiancée and a couple of her mates.....that's at least the politest way to describe Sofa and Karl anyhoo ;) This was the first time I went clubbing, and was immediately after a 12-hour Tesco shift on Brighton Pride Saturday. This meant 2 things. 1: It was VERY busy in Brighton; and 2: in order to catch up to the oldies, who I met up with on the train, a drank A LOT on the way to Brighton. I had an amazing night. The second club night was also the 19th birthday of my dear friend Gary, who I like to fondly imagine is at this moment sitting at a desk typing the same as me, except he has airport passengers awaiting the answer the computer tells him. Preferably not 'No'. His night out was very different, I was a lot more sober but definitely had a GREAT night. LIFE isn't my favourite club, but this just goes to prove that as long as you're with the right people, it can still be EPIC!.....until they all go back to Haywards Heath and leave you on a freezing seafront at 4 a.m. waiting until your train even arrives. Not all bad though: buddies beans on toast is delicious. :P
The 18th. Of course it is Liam's to which I refer, and both of the couple of other firsts are on this night. Now, when I say 'firsts' I'm sure what I mean is not what those of you out there following this will think. You are all puerile. No, I mean 2 of the most EPIC things I've ever done: beer pong (which I suck at) and a Beer Bong (which I was surprised I managed....). That night for me was the last time I saw many of my P.A. peeps before uni, and to any of you reading this, even if I saw you after that night: I miss you. I do. I actually welled up thinking of you guys earlier, so don't underestimate this :') *
So, uni. I moved in a week ago today and already myself and my housemates are as thick as thieves. It's like we met as children. The people from my course whom I have met already are amazing. We get on really well and everything seems to fit nicely. Those of you who really want to talk to me could hear some amazing news involving celebrities :o My module conveners and the head of the course are also very funny and easy to listen to which is good, means i might get some good notes. Also, anyone into film should check out 'Night of the Hunter' from 1955. It's a thriller, but also a comedy and a hundred other things. Try and pin it down, or just watch it as it is EPIC! <--another point regarding that word. For the last week i seem to have said 'epic' more than it should be legal to say any one word in a week.....i think i need an intervention. Help me. (And to those who wonder....the laugh seems to have developed to a largely 'inhaling' form at the moment, due to the sore throat bought on by freshers week :P)
Well. It's been a while but i think everything's up to date now. Cannot wait to see all you guys again...whenever that may be (also - HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIE LOWE!!! hope you have/had and AWESOME DAYYYYYYY!!). Right I think that's it, this is me, signing off AT UNI!! eeek! :D xx
*Also, yes FAMILY I miss you too, I hoped you would take that as red however. :)
Friday, 1 July 2011
The speed of time
Time flies when your having fun. That's what they say, and I have decided that I do not like it, not one bit. Don't worry, this isn't going to be a moany Blog which people would probably expect from that sentence. I hope.
Since leaving college, I have spent most of my time at home and already the last month seems longer than the rest of the year so far put together. January to May flitted past in a heartbeat with all my bestest buds having fun and doing what we laughingly call 'hard work'. And yes, it was hard and stressful, but somehow a lot of fun at the same time. Now, living life away from these people time drags by even with the best in 21st century entertainment to keep me occupied.
The upshot of the is that when I look back on this year in my dotage I will see an awefully long time playing playstation, watching films and TV and sleeping but an almost minuscule amount of time (albeit filled to the brim with activity) with the people I love. This juxtaposition worries me and makes me wish that fun times felt longer than nothingy times.
Prime example: Emma and Hannah's leaving-for-Europe do on Tuesday. We arrived around 20 to 6-ish and probably didn't actually sleep (those of us in the front room anyway) until about 3 or 3.30 a.m. Tuesday night was GREAT fun and I hope nothing but the best (and a quickest-feeling due to fun-ness) trip to the gals, and yet so far since I woke up 3 or so hours ago, today seems FAR longer than the whole of Tuesday.
I really sincerely wish for the rest of summer to be energetic, involved and fun as I want the memories to be such, even if they are quick ones.
Xxxx
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Since leaving college, I have spent most of my time at home and already the last month seems longer than the rest of the year so far put together. January to May flitted past in a heartbeat with all my bestest buds having fun and doing what we laughingly call 'hard work'. And yes, it was hard and stressful, but somehow a lot of fun at the same time. Now, living life away from these people time drags by even with the best in 21st century entertainment to keep me occupied.
The upshot of the is that when I look back on this year in my dotage I will see an awefully long time playing playstation, watching films and TV and sleeping but an almost minuscule amount of time (albeit filled to the brim with activity) with the people I love. This juxtaposition worries me and makes me wish that fun times felt longer than nothingy times.
Prime example: Emma and Hannah's leaving-for-Europe do on Tuesday. We arrived around 20 to 6-ish and probably didn't actually sleep (those of us in the front room anyway) until about 3 or 3.30 a.m. Tuesday night was GREAT fun and I hope nothing but the best (and a quickest-feeling due to fun-ness) trip to the gals, and yet so far since I woke up 3 or so hours ago, today seems FAR longer than the whole of Tuesday.
I really sincerely wish for the rest of summer to be energetic, involved and fun as I want the memories to be such, even if they are quick ones.
Xxxx
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Tuesday, 7 June 2011
I am a MAN!
So. I have been 18 now for a little over a week. it feels like less, if only because my birthday and the day after blurred into 1 due to no sleep, and the Monday and Tuesday did the same. Wednesday was a nothing day, Thursday was 'revision', but then the weekend came.
Friday was AMAZING! Went to London to sunny Oxford Street where I enjoyed much shopping with a new hat, amongst other assorted items, to show for it. T'was a lovely afternoon sat in Starbucks with a frappucino (Strawberries and cream, dontcha know?) in a t-shirt and blazer, trilby and reading a play. I have NEVER felt so very theatrical in my LIFE. I felt like I should be waiting for my agent to call or someone to go: 'OH MY GOD! I saw you in the Olivier last night!' Then I would respond, mildly snobbishly: 'Why yes, you probably did. I was the one ON stage *a-trololololol*!'
I then went on to t'theatre. I saw Pant's on Fire's Metamorposes in Greenwich. but more on that in a moment. I had a rather enjoyable afternoon mooching around Greenwich, looking back at almost a year ago (it does NOT feel that long) when us bunch from the NYT were mooching around the same area. When in search of the elusive theatre, I found myself standing outside a record shop, that sells various other vintage bits and bobs/clothes, feeling the nostalgia sweep over me thinking about how we spent a VERY long time in there while a certain someone indulged himself. Looking back, I might need to get the address for one Miss Emma, as it is so VERY her. It is THAT good ;)
Back at the theatre, which I found, walked away from, lost again, and found again. Where I bought a Vodka Orange, just cos I can, and DIDN'T get I.Ded. What is the point of just turning 18, if you can't bandy about your passport or driving licence, or whatever it happens to be, like it's going out of fashion? This isn't even the first time. I've been 18 a week, I've only been asked for ID 3 times out of A LOT of opportunities. And one of them was tonight. Fags, booze, there's been a lot this week, but only 3 requests. Anyhoo, back to the point. The show was impeccable. I missed it last autumn in The Hub, and am glad I saw it when I did. Funny, intelligent, well performed. And a tad inspirational to be totally honest. I know how much quality is possible in young performers, and have seen it rise extremely high, so I know what I could do with my own company later, and what I'd want my students to be able to achieve when they are doing it.
Saturday. What can I say? Funny. As. HELL! My famalam, Gemma and I popped down to Brighton for part of my 18th celebrations and went to Kommedia. We were sat right by the stage, myself nearest it. It's a comedy club, I think we all know what happens next. Act number 1, Hal Cruttenden: 'You have a fucking weird laugh!' then follows a whole evening of banter from the comics for me and my fathers. I couldn't resist telling them that little nugget.
Tonight was possibly the best night of them all. Performing Arts Finale meal. The teachers got their gifts, ALMOST everyone turned up, and we had a SMASHING night. Banter, laughs and delicious food. Thankfully, for me at least, all of the emotional stuff is out of the way. I have written to those I love most, and yes, I have cried. It is officially over now, I'm just glad tonight was tear-less (from what I saw, at least) fun.
Adieu, Au Revoir etc. etc. but never goodbye, to all my PA family (and to my readers),
with love
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Sunday, 15 May 2011
Here we go!
So, its been a while. And an odd while at that.
Tomorrow is my first exam: Philosophy Unit 1. A I worried? Yes, actually. been trying to revise, but only have the materials to revise HALF of the exam. and that half is only an option. The question I have to answer is the one that all my revision stuff has run off for. Joyous, isn't it? But hey-ho, moving on.
Tomorrow is also performance 1 of Measure for Measure. Can. Not. Wait! Seriously, I want to get up in front of that audience with the other incredibly talented people I've been working with for the last few months and go: Look at this, we did this! Yes, there are worries. Yes, I am nervous. But no, I will not be brought down by them. If something goes wrong, which it almost certainly will what with it being promenade and relying on the audience actually moving (god forbid :P), we will power through professionally and make it looked planned. we're good like that.
When we are done with the old M4M comes the moment: leaving. Performing Arts finished. A week ago I didn't really know how I would react about that. Now however, with it looming over us, I'm feeling scared, sad and just a little nostalgic. ALREADY!!! It's just silly. I'm looking back over my times and going 'oh, those were the days.'WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Really, it is too much for this time. I know for sure that I will miss everyone hugely, some people even more, but that's inevitable. Any of you who are reading this: you guys have been my life for the last 2 years, when I'm off at Uni *fingers crossed* it's gonna take some SERIOUS adjustment. I love you all :).
Now: my biggest worry right now is English. I got my coursework grade back and it was a C. A mid band C. I need to get a high B or an A in the exam to get into Uni and that TERRIFIES me. exams stress me, and last years English exam yielded me a D. This is scary scary stuff. My entire future is now hanging on one exam. And, it's an exam that bears no real relation to my career. I hope I get it though, Kent will be SO good for me.
To close, I repeat: I love all my Performing Arts people and send a special shout out to them and our wonderful teachers to say that I am a completely different person to 2 years ago thanks to you. This journey has seen me grow personally, professionally and emotionally so thank you so much, and sorry if it has been a bumpy road with me at times.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Tomorrow is my first exam: Philosophy Unit 1. A I worried? Yes, actually. been trying to revise, but only have the materials to revise HALF of the exam. and that half is only an option. The question I have to answer is the one that all my revision stuff has run off for. Joyous, isn't it? But hey-ho, moving on.
Tomorrow is also performance 1 of Measure for Measure. Can. Not. Wait! Seriously, I want to get up in front of that audience with the other incredibly talented people I've been working with for the last few months and go: Look at this, we did this! Yes, there are worries. Yes, I am nervous. But no, I will not be brought down by them. If something goes wrong, which it almost certainly will what with it being promenade and relying on the audience actually moving (god forbid :P), we will power through professionally and make it looked planned. we're good like that.
When we are done with the old M4M comes the moment: leaving. Performing Arts finished. A week ago I didn't really know how I would react about that. Now however, with it looming over us, I'm feeling scared, sad and just a little nostalgic. ALREADY!!! It's just silly. I'm looking back over my times and going 'oh, those were the days.'WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Really, it is too much for this time. I know for sure that I will miss everyone hugely, some people even more, but that's inevitable. Any of you who are reading this: you guys have been my life for the last 2 years, when I'm off at Uni *fingers crossed* it's gonna take some SERIOUS adjustment. I love you all :).
Now: my biggest worry right now is English. I got my coursework grade back and it was a C. A mid band C. I need to get a high B or an A in the exam to get into Uni and that TERRIFIES me. exams stress me, and last years English exam yielded me a D. This is scary scary stuff. My entire future is now hanging on one exam. And, it's an exam that bears no real relation to my career. I hope I get it though, Kent will be SO good for me.
To close, I repeat: I love all my Performing Arts people and send a special shout out to them and our wonderful teachers to say that I am a completely different person to 2 years ago thanks to you. This journey has seen me grow personally, professionally and emotionally so thank you so much, and sorry if it has been a bumpy road with me at times.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Monday, 11 April 2011
Bleurgh
Well, the last couple of weeks have been fairly uneventful. I didn't get in to Rose Bruford but half way through the following day and it felt like months ago, so its not all bad. We in Measure for Measure have got an awful lot done, and the 2 days next week should be amazingly helpful to get even more done so we can start to focus on detail and polishing.
Last night, however, someone I thought was worthy of my trust went on a rant about everything that everyone hates about me and that all of them spend any time with me trying to ditch me. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the honesty, but sometimes honesty should be fed out in bite-size morsels of truth, not as a full 'french service' meal plonked in front of me all at once. The truth is good to get out but hurts. It reduced my mental state back to that of the year 9 'emo' me. A state I do not like being in or being reminded of. Its amazing how quickly from the turn of one person you entirety of thought can regress. Some people, who are always honest to the face, I would have taken this from and barely reacted. But other people who hide their opinions from people's faces and tend to go behind you're back really hit you hard when they go to you're face. Its out of character and therefore you assume it is WORSE than what they are saying.
Really, I have no hard feelings toward this person and appreciate they're honesty but still, it hit hard.
In other news: I spent most of yesterday watching Bones, old episodes of Hustle and Glee. I am one episode ahead again. Last week's was mostly awful. Rachel more irritating than normal and too much Bieber. My Chemical Romance was incredible though. Tonight's is rather good, nice and emotional for Kurt, which I like.
Well, that's me for now, farewell, chums. Xx
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Last night, however, someone I thought was worthy of my trust went on a rant about everything that everyone hates about me and that all of them spend any time with me trying to ditch me. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the honesty, but sometimes honesty should be fed out in bite-size morsels of truth, not as a full 'french service' meal plonked in front of me all at once. The truth is good to get out but hurts. It reduced my mental state back to that of the year 9 'emo' me. A state I do not like being in or being reminded of. Its amazing how quickly from the turn of one person you entirety of thought can regress. Some people, who are always honest to the face, I would have taken this from and barely reacted. But other people who hide their opinions from people's faces and tend to go behind you're back really hit you hard when they go to you're face. Its out of character and therefore you assume it is WORSE than what they are saying.
Really, I have no hard feelings toward this person and appreciate they're honesty but still, it hit hard.
In other news: I spent most of yesterday watching Bones, old episodes of Hustle and Glee. I am one episode ahead again. Last week's was mostly awful. Rachel more irritating than normal and too much Bieber. My Chemical Romance was incredible though. Tonight's is rather good, nice and emotional for Kurt, which I like.
Well, that's me for now, farewell, chums. Xx
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