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Mar. 27th, 2009 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikReading this and watching this, both are brilliant.
Just got back from rehearsal. My campaign to convince the director to scrap the final two lines from my Hey Kids It's A Moral speech at the end of the play on the basis of shiteness, triteness and jesus-fuck-rewrite-this has succeeded. Score! +2 Subtlety.
My uni's theatresports group has started up again. Out of last year's complement there was only me and Janek, who has taken over running things as whoever organised it last year has graduated or something, and Cale Bain, who used to come and teach us stuff, is busy with his live shows and journalism awards and stuff, so the two of us are pretty much just jamming with some noobs, which is actually pretty fun. Plans to attend inter-uni stuff as our uni is crap. The trouble we have booking a room from the fucking student union, I swear - it's not just the impro, TROUTS proper and the Writer's Society have had this shit pulled on us as well. Twice now we've booked something by phone only to discover it was not written in the correct place and so some other group showed up later and booked over the top of us and nobody told us till we got kicked out in the middle of auditions/meetings.
Meanwhile I stayed up late Wednesday night to finish a fairytale rework in 800 words for Intro To Short Fiction homework, tall order much, but it went over well! I shall post it later. But all these two am bedtimes have wreaked havoc on my alertness level, I keep forgetting I've scheduled things to go before my afternoon classes and hence ACTUALLY HAVE TO GET UP AUGH. Tomorrow is sleep ing day though! If my parents let me.
Last night I had the following exchange with my mother (in russian):
Mum, peering through my door: Look at this junkyard you never learn omg
Me: What junkyard? There are two sweaters and a sock on my bed!
Mum: I didn't say junkyard. What are you reading my mind now?
Me: ......
This sort of thing happens all the time, although not usually WITHIN THIRTY SECONDS UM and she always defends her position vigorously. Leading source of conflict in the household aside from her micromanagement issues.
As I expected, twitter has sucked me in. It's not so bad though, I don't really think stuff like "these A Perfect Circle lyrics really do say "fucking tomatoes" and nothing will convince me otherwise. I refuse to google! For the lulz!" is worth saving up for an LJ post and I can always just ignore it if I'm horribly busy.
Just got back from rehearsal. My campaign to convince the director to scrap the final two lines from my Hey Kids It's A Moral speech at the end of the play on the basis of shiteness, triteness and jesus-fuck-rewrite-this has succeeded. Score! +2 Subtlety.
My uni's theatresports group has started up again. Out of last year's complement there was only me and Janek, who has taken over running things as whoever organised it last year has graduated or something, and Cale Bain, who used to come and teach us stuff, is busy with his live shows and journalism awards and stuff, so the two of us are pretty much just jamming with some noobs, which is actually pretty fun. Plans to attend inter-uni stuff as our uni is crap. The trouble we have booking a room from the fucking student union, I swear - it's not just the impro, TROUTS proper and the Writer's Society have had this shit pulled on us as well. Twice now we've booked something by phone only to discover it was not written in the correct place and so some other group showed up later and booked over the top of us and nobody told us till we got kicked out in the middle of auditions/meetings.
Meanwhile I stayed up late Wednesday night to finish a fairytale rework in 800 words for Intro To Short Fiction homework, tall order much, but it went over well! I shall post it later. But all these two am bedtimes have wreaked havoc on my alertness level, I keep forgetting I've scheduled things to go before my afternoon classes and hence ACTUALLY HAVE TO GET UP AUGH. Tomorrow is sleep ing day though! If my parents let me.
Last night I had the following exchange with my mother (in russian):
Mum, peering through my door: Look at this junkyard you never learn omg
Me: What junkyard? There are two sweaters and a sock on my bed!
Mum: I didn't say junkyard. What are you reading my mind now?
Me: ......
This sort of thing happens all the time, although not usually WITHIN THIRTY SECONDS UM and she always defends her position vigorously. Leading source of conflict in the household aside from her micromanagement issues.
As I expected, twitter has sucked me in. It's not so bad though, I don't really think stuff like "these A Perfect Circle lyrics really do say "fucking tomatoes" and nothing will convince me otherwise. I refuse to google! For the lulz!" is worth saving up for an LJ post and I can always just ignore it if I'm horribly busy.
