okay so, I missed my lift to college this morning. I walked all the way into town to discover I didnt have change for the bus. I thought Id take a ten out and get change. Apparently I have about 4 in the bank. Ironically enough a return bus ticket is 3.
So for the next two weeks I have off college I have no money. Wonderful. It wouldnt be so bad if a) I didnt have a bunch of college stuff I need to do and therefore need materials for which I now cant afford and b) there wasnt a girl who lives half an hour away, or an hour by train who I appear to have fallen for through endless conversation that was taking her sweet time convincing herself to meet me.
Actually Id keep b around anyway, but a is bloody annoying. I should get a job but who needs the added stress? Three A levels isnt easy, especially not when one of them is something as pretentious as drama.
Speaking of which, I had an exam in that on Monday which went rather well. I was in three different scenes that Id been working on with two other people. One was a combination of scenes from Amadeus that we'd edited together, one was an extremely boring scene from a pre-1900 play called Mrs. Warren's Profession and one was a scene we'd written.
Amadeus was bloody hard. Especially considering the span of the scenes we'd picked because it meant I had to start out acting the childish, spoilt, loud and irritating wanker he was at the start, then switch to the out of work and obsessive pauper, and then switch to paranoid and isolated mental case who finally dies in his wife's arms.
I have to admit, the death scene was cool. Not only did it begin with me on my knees crying (really crying too, go me) but I got to be held and then lowered slowly, dead, to the requiem mass. Nice and dramatic.
The one we wrote was great and alot lighter. It was also the last one to be performed which ended the whole thing on a high. Guy wants to phone a girl, the other two of us played his positive and negative sides arguing for against. Guess which one I was?
Thats right. It meant I got to wear a pinstripe suit, hold a fag and basically act alot like Dylan Moran for 10 minutes.
This was alot longer than I was expecting it to be. If anyone has any ideas on how I can sort out my financial situation without selling my body they're welcome. Any advice on the love life situation wouldnt go amiss either.
So for the next two weeks I have off college I have no money. Wonderful. It wouldnt be so bad if a) I didnt have a bunch of college stuff I need to do and therefore need materials for which I now cant afford and b) there wasnt a girl who lives half an hour away, or an hour by train who I appear to have fallen for through endless conversation that was taking her sweet time convincing herself to meet me.
Actually Id keep b around anyway, but a is bloody annoying. I should get a job but who needs the added stress? Three A levels isnt easy, especially not when one of them is something as pretentious as drama.
Speaking of which, I had an exam in that on Monday which went rather well. I was in three different scenes that Id been working on with two other people. One was a combination of scenes from Amadeus that we'd edited together, one was an extremely boring scene from a pre-1900 play called Mrs. Warren's Profession and one was a scene we'd written.
Amadeus was bloody hard. Especially considering the span of the scenes we'd picked because it meant I had to start out acting the childish, spoilt, loud and irritating wanker he was at the start, then switch to the out of work and obsessive pauper, and then switch to paranoid and isolated mental case who finally dies in his wife's arms.
I have to admit, the death scene was cool. Not only did it begin with me on my knees crying (really crying too, go me) but I got to be held and then lowered slowly, dead, to the requiem mass. Nice and dramatic.
The one we wrote was great and alot lighter. It was also the last one to be performed which ended the whole thing on a high. Guy wants to phone a girl, the other two of us played his positive and negative sides arguing for against. Guess which one I was?
Thats right. It meant I got to wear a pinstripe suit, hold a fag and basically act alot like Dylan Moran for 10 minutes.
This was alot longer than I was expecting it to be. If anyone has any ideas on how I can sort out my financial situation without selling my body they're welcome. Any advice on the love life situation wouldnt go amiss either.
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(I still don't know how to spell houmous though)