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bliumchikAhh, it's good to catch up on sleep.
Friday night at Stan's, where I got introduced to skins, which is TOTALLY AWESOME (and reportedly includes even more gratuitous nudity in season 2 once all the main actors turn 18, although how this can be done without having them move to an actual nudist colony I'm uncertain). Speaking of totally awesome things: Pretty. Odd. is Utterly. Delightful. I mean, a good portion of it sounds like, like lounge singing, or jazz, except punkier! It's totally unexpected and sort of wins. Although I confess to not yet having expressly listened to the lyrics (blasphemous, I know).
Anyway, I went straight to Diana's birthday party from Stan's. Falling asleep at four and getting up at ten = sub-optimal. Then I had to train to PARRAMATTA (my spellcheck thinks parameter lol!) with Diana and co. ringing me up at regular intervals to demand status updates and berate me for being fifteen minutes late. They know nothing of growing up in a Russian family! One time we turned up an hour and a half late. In entirely the wrong place. A measly train mis-estimate is nothing! (please imagine that statement with k's instead of g's and long vowels, like unto the back in my day we walked to school in the snow uphill both ways grandparent)
Diana having been my slash buddy for the latter half of high school I naturally got her an entirely appropriate *cough* 18th birthday gift. Wrapped in newspaper with NSFW written all over it. Just because I could. The party was in a park by the lake. The buffet was organised with military precision by Diana's parents, and there were speeches. Then there was alcohol. When Nicky (somewhat tipsy) went off to the public toilet, Diana and her childhood friend Lily decided to wait outside to scare her. However, their less-than-quiet plotting tipped her off, so she calmly walked around and said BOO to them, to much shrieking. But the fail does not end there! For later on they schemed to do the same thing to me. Did they learn from their experience? Did they perhaps adopt a system of codes and hand signals? They did not. In fact all I had to do was lean around the wall and go "...boo?" to incite the aforementioned shrieking. Victory is mine! Further amusing fail occurred when a lightly tossed Easter egg somehow managed to knock Chilan right off the bench. Who knows!?
In other news, audition results for Signal Driver came out. and, okay, I know I volunteered to be a dero if they didn't have enough of them. But I actually did apply for a crew position. So... why am I listed under "extra hobos" instead of "set design"? Oh well. I don't really mind. Nevertheless, it calls to mind the year six Red Riding Hood musical in which I auditioned for Red and the teachers randomly decided that I had rhythm and needed to be one of the ten narrators. I pouted a lot. I don't even have that much rhythm :P neither did I think my Koschie impression good enough to be a hobo who is secretly a weird otherworldly being monitoring humanity. Srsly.
Finally, how much does it suck that my uni doesn't get an Easter week break, and the ones that only started semester two weeks ago get one? LAME.
Friday night at Stan's, where I got introduced to skins, which is TOTALLY AWESOME (and reportedly includes even more gratuitous nudity in season 2 once all the main actors turn 18, although how this can be done without having them move to an actual nudist colony I'm uncertain). Speaking of totally awesome things: Pretty. Odd. is Utterly. Delightful. I mean, a good portion of it sounds like, like lounge singing, or jazz, except punkier! It's totally unexpected and sort of wins. Although I confess to not yet having expressly listened to the lyrics (blasphemous, I know).
Anyway, I went straight to Diana's birthday party from Stan's. Falling asleep at four and getting up at ten = sub-optimal. Then I had to train to PARRAMATTA (my spellcheck thinks parameter lol!) with Diana and co. ringing me up at regular intervals to demand status updates and berate me for being fifteen minutes late. They know nothing of growing up in a Russian family! One time we turned up an hour and a half late. In entirely the wrong place. A measly train mis-estimate is nothing! (please imagine that statement with k's instead of g's and long vowels, like unto the back in my day we walked to school in the snow uphill both ways grandparent)
Diana having been my slash buddy for the latter half of high school I naturally got her an entirely appropriate *cough* 18th birthday gift. Wrapped in newspaper with NSFW written all over it. Just because I could. The party was in a park by the lake. The buffet was organised with military precision by Diana's parents, and there were speeches. Then there was alcohol. When Nicky (somewhat tipsy) went off to the public toilet, Diana and her childhood friend Lily decided to wait outside to scare her. However, their less-than-quiet plotting tipped her off, so she calmly walked around and said BOO to them, to much shrieking. But the fail does not end there! For later on they schemed to do the same thing to me. Did they learn from their experience? Did they perhaps adopt a system of codes and hand signals? They did not. In fact all I had to do was lean around the wall and go "...boo?" to incite the aforementioned shrieking. Victory is mine! Further amusing fail occurred when a lightly tossed Easter egg somehow managed to knock Chilan right off the bench. Who knows!?
In other news, audition results for Signal Driver came out. and, okay, I know I volunteered to be a dero if they didn't have enough of them. But I actually did apply for a crew position. So... why am I listed under "extra hobos" instead of "set design"? Oh well. I don't really mind. Nevertheless, it calls to mind the year six Red Riding Hood musical in which I auditioned for Red and the teachers randomly decided that I had rhythm and needed to be one of the ten narrators. I pouted a lot. I don't even have that much rhythm :P neither did I think my Koschie impression good enough to be a hobo who is secretly a weird otherworldly being monitoring humanity. Srsly.
Finally, how much does it suck that my uni doesn't get an Easter week break, and the ones that only started semester two weeks ago get one? LAME.
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Date: 2008-03-24 12:00 pm (UTC)Sydney gets a break because we are the premiere educational institution, clearly.