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Apr. 10th, 2002 02:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingI'm a bad, bad, sexually ambiguous fool...No, wait...that's not right...
In other news, Paperbug is on hiatus. They did the spanky guest comic for Wackiness. I'm sad.
I lost my dad's shoes. I used them for reference for Mik's feet (for my new website design that's not up yet), and they've been sucked into the vortex that is...my room. Dammit. If I don't find them tonight, Dad's threatened/promised to get me up early tomorrow (we're talking pre-seven am here) to make me find them.
But...
I can't be upset!
I had rehearsal tonight, which was a pain. Today was Goth Day for the Coffee Group, as Susie, Liam and Nat have already mentioned in their Livejournals. I was "Fop Goth", which meant I wore my funky purply-grey long sleeved piratesque shirt (look! Attached cravat!), and plain black pants and my cherry docs. Funky twirly eye makeup, slight rouge and a purple heart-shaped beauty spot completed the outfit. I would have worn my funky maroon knee-length jacket (which would have fitted the style perfectly), but it was too warm, and going to get it from the communal coffee group locker would have been too much like work.
And I got bored and drew on everyone ('cept Tych, cos he sucks. Wouldn't let me. *pouts*) with black liquid eyeliner. Hopefully Nat'll have the photos developed, and I can post them up here. Mrow. Maybe occasionally I *can* draw...
Anyway, BACK to the rehearsal, which was the most important part of tonight: we did very emotional scenes (like that's different from usual). We did scene 15, and Susan and I had to choreograph a death scene. Very wearing physically, as I must have fallen down about 20 times...I'm sure my knee's bruised. Scene 15 is the scene I managed to cry in the middle of during our last run through (last Wednesday), which I was rather proud of because I'd never done that in a play before. Anyway, Caroline (our wonderful director [no sarcasm here, actually.]) wanted me to not cry, because of the emotional contrasts in the play. That ended up being quite hard, as I'd worked myself into this state a bit. It made me realise how cleansing crying can be in letting go of emotional energy.
The rehearsal ran a bit late (about twenty to twenty-five minutes, I'd guess), but that's pretty standard with play (and music too, often) rehearsals.
Anyway, spankiness happened after the rehearsal, and as I'm sodding tired now, I'll go to bed. I'll update the details tomorrow, promise.
This is what Nat's and my Performance Writing teacher would call Anticipation. Actually, she wouldn't. She'd just make me repeat each individual word of this entry until she was satisfied.
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm....
And apparently I'm
What kind of drunk are you?
Liam's seen me drunk. I'm betting both he and I were expecting me to get "emotional drunk". Eh. *shrugs*
In other news, Paperbug is on hiatus. They did the spanky guest comic for Wackiness. I'm sad.
I lost my dad's shoes. I used them for reference for Mik's feet (for my new website design that's not up yet), and they've been sucked into the vortex that is...my room. Dammit. If I don't find them tonight, Dad's threatened/promised to get me up early tomorrow (we're talking pre-seven am here) to make me find them.
But...
I can't be upset!
I had rehearsal tonight, which was a pain. Today was Goth Day for the Coffee Group, as Susie, Liam and Nat have already mentioned in their Livejournals. I was "Fop Goth", which meant I wore my funky purply-grey long sleeved piratesque shirt (look! Attached cravat!), and plain black pants and my cherry docs. Funky twirly eye makeup, slight rouge and a purple heart-shaped beauty spot completed the outfit. I would have worn my funky maroon knee-length jacket (which would have fitted the style perfectly), but it was too warm, and going to get it from the communal coffee group locker would have been too much like work.
And I got bored and drew on everyone ('cept Tych, cos he sucks. Wouldn't let me. *pouts*) with black liquid eyeliner. Hopefully Nat'll have the photos developed, and I can post them up here. Mrow. Maybe occasionally I *can* draw...
Anyway, BACK to the rehearsal, which was the most important part of tonight: we did very emotional scenes (like that's different from usual). We did scene 15, and Susan and I had to choreograph a death scene. Very wearing physically, as I must have fallen down about 20 times...I'm sure my knee's bruised. Scene 15 is the scene I managed to cry in the middle of during our last run through (last Wednesday), which I was rather proud of because I'd never done that in a play before. Anyway, Caroline (our wonderful director [no sarcasm here, actually.]) wanted me to not cry, because of the emotional contrasts in the play. That ended up being quite hard, as I'd worked myself into this state a bit. It made me realise how cleansing crying can be in letting go of emotional energy.
The rehearsal ran a bit late (about twenty to twenty-five minutes, I'd guess), but that's pretty standard with play (and music too, often) rehearsals.
Anyway, spankiness happened after the rehearsal, and as I'm sodding tired now, I'll go to bed. I'll update the details tomorrow, promise.
This is what Nat's and my Performance Writing teacher would call Anticipation. Actually, she wouldn't. She'd just make me repeat each individual word of this entry until she was satisfied.
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm....
And apparently I'm
What kind of drunk are you?
Liam's seen me drunk. I'm betting both he and I were expecting me to get "emotional drunk". Eh. *shrugs*