After much bugging, both Stan and Avi came over today to help film my multimedia movie. Stan makes a very good freaked out Harry Potter ^_^ and Avi was Brand Power Girl's male, non-supermarket-dwelling equivalent. Also much more attractive than her, although admittedly so is velcro. My Fangirl Squee voice produced just the right amount of terror in the populace :D I don't look like a fangirl though, so I just taped my voice, sped it up slightly and had it played by Avi as an example. "Harry" whimpered perfectly. I had to tape my voice in the bathroom though - Avi constantly expresses amazement that I can squeak "Harry and Draco are SO HOT TOGETHER OMG" without cracking up - but the truth is, even my OMTL33T acting skillz would give out if I had to look at peoples faces while saying it.
They both arrived late, and then Stan spent ages charging his camera battery and trying to find a blank tape among all the Europe Holiday/Russian Christmas Concert tapes in his camera bag. So by the time we'd worked out the set and printed off the script, my parents were home with my brother. So we had to wait till they took him upstairs to put him to bed before we could film. Then we had about five takes because Avi had a long first line in which he had to say the words "gay sex" (OMGSHOCKHORROR) and he at one point said everything perfectly but missed the word "Good" from "look good together". LOL this is sounding more and more sus by the minute :P rest assurted Avi's character is marketing a product that GETS RID of slash fangirls :P
The product in question ended up being a toilet deodoriser with a piece of paper taped around it. Some of the lighting may have screwed up, but the good thing about not filming at school is that if anything needs redoing... [muahaha]
After that we all set off for Pavil's birthday party, which I'd only just found out about, so the boys had to experience the OMGWTF of my parents while I rushed around getting changed and finding my deodorant etc. I really need to clean my room at some point in the future. Preferably before 40hour famine, because if I do give up sight as I plan then i'll need to be able to find things without looking. Anyway, the 353 was characteristically late, so since we'd already gone an hour overtime filming we arrived technically late, around 2:30. Except nobody was there yet anyway :P
Pasha had the typical Russian Aussie Barbecue - you stuff yourself on entrees befor ethe meat even touches the barbie. In this case meaning olivie with ham (but no apples), baked potatos, mashed potatoes, salad and beef in some kind of grey sauce (no serious it looked gray!), all of which had been made/cooked beforehand. A funny story with the mashed potatos - Laivi was one of only about three non-Russian-speaking people there, and Pavil, forgetting this, said to him "Could you get the kastryulia of puree from my car?" (mash = puree in russian) and Laivi was like "...yeah, sure, I'll get the catsrule...a... thing... um?" And then Pasha was like "Oh shit. Um you know I mean the, er, thingy, how do you say it in english?" and everyone chimed in with "Saucepan". Mic and Sasha between them polished off most of the olivie, I had to get in and heap it on my plate before they could come back for seconds or I wouldn't have gotten any at all.
We met all of Pavils old friends - technically WE were the randoms at this party. His people are, you know, all legal and half out of uni. Some of his friends thought we were, too - I guess because we were drinking or something, because that never happens normally. I get at most two years tacked on. The other girl there apart from me and Liza thought Mic was like twenty. Anyway, good ol' Pasha brought a genuine Russian (presumably smuggled) bottle of vodka, and now I understand what the people who call Smirnoff "not real vodka" are talking about. That stuff is like WHOAH, man. It smells like the green shit your parents put on your cuts when you're a kid, that stings like hell. So does the vodka, when you drink it straight. Everyone was all like OMG NOES you can't waste vodka this good by diluting it in coke! But that's all right for people like Mic, who claimed to be glad of it because his blood alcohol content was getting dangerously low - it's a bit strong for me. Sadly coke was the only mixer there, but it's better than nothing because A the drink lasts longer and B you can drink it without grimacing, which does wonders for your social life :P and later towards the evening a couple of the guys went off in The Green Moke and came back with Jim Bean, which = nice warm feeling in the stomach.
Oh, The Green Moke. TOTALLY random car. I'm not exactly sure which of Pavil's friends owns it, but it's like a jungle safari jeep from a fair, except not a jeep. Stan said it reminded him of a bumper car. It was camouflage coloured, and it had no doors or roof, just these green poles going across the top. The sides were really low, so you'd just hop in. There were non-padded seats in the back, but no seatbelts, and the wiring was showing at the steering wheel. But it looked pretty awesome. Another of Pavils friends also had a motorbike, which Mic borrowed for a couple of rides, before deciding it was more fun to slap people with the leather glove. Pavils mate Kostya regaled us with howIgotthisscar stories and omgiwassowasted stories, which were admittedly pretty funny, but not something you'd want to experience just so you could tell stories about it at parties. He also smoked, which was okay since the wind was fairly steady and didn't keep changing to blow smoke in my face, and later, when he was drunk, he made a big show of putting out a cigarette after Avi asked him not to smoke in his face, because "Like I respect you man". He also called avi John Lennon, whom he does not resemble in the slightest. ...well he wouldn't if he'd cut his hair :P
Toly, Laivi and Liza left fairly early on - Laivi got in an awesome quote beforehand, but i now cannot remember it, so i just hope Mic does. Speaking of Mic, he disappeared with Pavil a couple of times, and the obligatory quickie-in-the-bushes jokes were made... Sasha went off to look for them, and it was like: when we hear him yell "Argh i didn't need to see that" we'll know he's found them :P well they had to expect jokes like that if they're gonna go round pretending to grab each other's asses all the time. All in good fun ^_^
Stan was annoying and kept pulling my Emo Hood down (I first typed that in lowercase and together, but it was emohood, which sounded like declaration of emoness. I swear it's just the hood that looks emo!), and then Mic joined in, probably because my reaction was funny. Well it was COLD by then, dammit. Eventually I lost it and started chasing Stan around the park, but I'm really unfit, so vengeanceSHALL BE MINE will have to wait. I'll get you when you're not watching, just you wait There was later an impromptu wrestling match which Mic approached with a vigour. All we need is some mud and a video camera and I'm in the money!, I thought... and by a strange coincidence, after Mic had finished with Pavil and was taking Sasha on, my parents showed up to take me home, and my dad's digital camera has a video setting... no mud though. And it was really dark, so those videos are kind of scary, the darkness and the camera angles make it look like a real fight. especially since you can't see their faces or hear the laughter.
Some more of Pavil's friends turned up, one of whom they named Viking Woman, but I didn't talk to them as this was the point where I left. My dad kindly gave Stan a lift to the junction and chased down the 400 for him - I honestly think he likes doing that, he always does it when we JUST miss my school bus. It's like dogs. Speaking of dogs there was one at the party and Toly got told off for giving it meat. Then Sasha looked at it and said "GO." And it went! It just took off walking in a straight line away from us until it got past the tables... and then it turned around and came back, presumably having gone outside Sasha's sphere of MINDinfluence. We also discovered that Liza's grandmother was a chemist and could probably tell us a lot about things exploding. This was brought on by a conversation in which Toly claimed that putting salt in a coke bottle and then closing it would cause it to explode. Laivi tested the theory by pouring some coke onto a pile of salt in a box that previously contained chips. It fizzed. so, whoah, that'd probably work. Awesome.
In conclusion, fun was had by all (and Mic was had by some :P [sorry, i couldn't resist]) and I discovered that if I drink while eating I don't get even the slightest bit noticeably tipsy, which is a good thing to remember for the future. And Avi kept claiming not to be drunk ^_^ it eventually emerged that his definition of drunk was falling over, whereas I consider it to cover the whole range. That was amusing. The rest of them apparantly went off to a gay bar afterwards, which sounds like fun, but auditions tomorrow... wait. Crap. Auditions tomorrow.
I have page to stage auditions tomorrow and I have no fucking clue how to get there. Nyarg.
They both arrived late, and then Stan spent ages charging his camera battery and trying to find a blank tape among all the Europe Holiday/Russian Christmas Concert tapes in his camera bag. So by the time we'd worked out the set and printed off the script, my parents were home with my brother. So we had to wait till they took him upstairs to put him to bed before we could film. Then we had about five takes because Avi had a long first line in which he had to say the words "gay sex" (OMGSHOCKHORROR) and he at one point said everything perfectly but missed the word "Good" from "look good together". LOL this is sounding more and more sus by the minute :P rest assurted Avi's character is marketing a product that GETS RID of slash fangirls :P
The product in question ended up being a toilet deodoriser with a piece of paper taped around it. Some of the lighting may have screwed up, but the good thing about not filming at school is that if anything needs redoing... [muahaha]
After that we all set off for Pavil's birthday party, which I'd only just found out about, so the boys had to experience the OMGWTF of my parents while I rushed around getting changed and finding my deodorant etc. I really need to clean my room at some point in the future. Preferably before 40hour famine, because if I do give up sight as I plan then i'll need to be able to find things without looking. Anyway, the 353 was characteristically late, so since we'd already gone an hour overtime filming we arrived technically late, around 2:30. Except nobody was there yet anyway :P
Pasha had the typical Russian Aussie Barbecue - you stuff yourself on entrees befor ethe meat even touches the barbie. In this case meaning olivie with ham (but no apples), baked potatos, mashed potatoes, salad and beef in some kind of grey sauce (no serious it looked gray!), all of which had been made/cooked beforehand. A funny story with the mashed potatos - Laivi was one of only about three non-Russian-speaking people there, and Pavil, forgetting this, said to him "Could you get the kastryulia of puree from my car?" (mash = puree in russian) and Laivi was like "...yeah, sure, I'll get the catsrule...a... thing... um?" And then Pasha was like "Oh shit. Um you know I mean the, er, thingy, how do you say it in english?" and everyone chimed in with "Saucepan". Mic and Sasha between them polished off most of the olivie, I had to get in and heap it on my plate before they could come back for seconds or I wouldn't have gotten any at all.
We met all of Pavils old friends - technically WE were the randoms at this party. His people are, you know, all legal and half out of uni. Some of his friends thought we were, too - I guess because we were drinking or something, because that never happens normally. I get at most two years tacked on. The other girl there apart from me and Liza thought Mic was like twenty. Anyway, good ol' Pasha brought a genuine Russian (presumably smuggled) bottle of vodka, and now I understand what the people who call Smirnoff "not real vodka" are talking about. That stuff is like WHOAH, man. It smells like the green shit your parents put on your cuts when you're a kid, that stings like hell. So does the vodka, when you drink it straight. Everyone was all like OMG NOES you can't waste vodka this good by diluting it in coke! But that's all right for people like Mic, who claimed to be glad of it because his blood alcohol content was getting dangerously low - it's a bit strong for me. Sadly coke was the only mixer there, but it's better than nothing because A the drink lasts longer and B you can drink it without grimacing, which does wonders for your social life :P and later towards the evening a couple of the guys went off in The Green Moke and came back with Jim Bean, which = nice warm feeling in the stomach.
Oh, The Green Moke. TOTALLY random car. I'm not exactly sure which of Pavil's friends owns it, but it's like a jungle safari jeep from a fair, except not a jeep. Stan said it reminded him of a bumper car. It was camouflage coloured, and it had no doors or roof, just these green poles going across the top. The sides were really low, so you'd just hop in. There were non-padded seats in the back, but no seatbelts, and the wiring was showing at the steering wheel. But it looked pretty awesome. Another of Pavils friends also had a motorbike, which Mic borrowed for a couple of rides, before deciding it was more fun to slap people with the leather glove. Pavils mate Kostya regaled us with howIgotthisscar stories and omgiwassowasted stories, which were admittedly pretty funny, but not something you'd want to experience just so you could tell stories about it at parties. He also smoked, which was okay since the wind was fairly steady and didn't keep changing to blow smoke in my face, and later, when he was drunk, he made a big show of putting out a cigarette after Avi asked him not to smoke in his face, because "Like I respect you man". He also called avi John Lennon, whom he does not resemble in the slightest. ...well he wouldn't if he'd cut his hair :P
Toly, Laivi and Liza left fairly early on - Laivi got in an awesome quote beforehand, but i now cannot remember it, so i just hope Mic does. Speaking of Mic, he disappeared with Pavil a couple of times, and the obligatory quickie-in-the-bushes jokes were made... Sasha went off to look for them, and it was like: when we hear him yell "Argh i didn't need to see that" we'll know he's found them :P well they had to expect jokes like that if they're gonna go round pretending to grab each other's asses all the time. All in good fun ^_^
Stan was annoying and kept pulling my Emo Hood down (I first typed that in lowercase and together, but it was emohood, which sounded like declaration of emoness. I swear it's just the hood that looks emo!), and then Mic joined in, probably because my reaction was funny. Well it was COLD by then, dammit. Eventually I lost it and started chasing Stan around the park, but I'm really unfit, so vengeance
Some more of Pavil's friends turned up, one of whom they named Viking Woman, but I didn't talk to them as this was the point where I left. My dad kindly gave Stan a lift to the junction and chased down the 400 for him - I honestly think he likes doing that, he always does it when we JUST miss my school bus. It's like dogs. Speaking of dogs there was one at the party and Toly got told off for giving it meat. Then Sasha looked at it and said "GO." And it went! It just took off walking in a straight line away from us until it got past the tables... and then it turned around and came back, presumably having gone outside Sasha's sphere of MINDinfluence. We also discovered that Liza's grandmother was a chemist and could probably tell us a lot about things exploding. This was brought on by a conversation in which Toly claimed that putting salt in a coke bottle and then closing it would cause it to explode. Laivi tested the theory by pouring some coke onto a pile of salt in a box that previously contained chips. It fizzed. so, whoah, that'd probably work. Awesome.
In conclusion, fun was had by all (and Mic was had by some :P [sorry, i couldn't resist]) and I discovered that if I drink while eating I don't get even the slightest bit noticeably tipsy, which is a good thing to remember for the future. And Avi kept claiming not to be drunk ^_^ it eventually emerged that his definition of drunk was falling over, whereas I consider it to cover the whole range. That was amusing. The rest of them apparantly went off to a gay bar afterwards, which sounds like fun, but auditions tomorrow... wait. Crap. Auditions tomorrow.
I have page to stage auditions tomorrow and I have no fucking clue how to get there. Nyarg.
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