bliumchik | FWOOM. Also, Drama.

Agh. If the weather today was people it would be Ioan Gryffud. OMG. HOW FUCKING HOT WAS IT. (But not, alas, Welsh).

Picture this:

Spotlights.
Smallish hall with closed doors and no aircon.
Thick nightgown, plus an over-robe thingy so I wouldn't flash.
Blanket.
Narrow space backstage behind the curtain.
From ELEVEN THIRTY till TWO.

Hell must be happy, because whatever they use to heat the place has been outsourced to Australia.

We're doing this ALL OVER AGAIN TOMORROW. ALL DAY.

Still, I'm not the worst off. At least I was allowed not to wear my blacks under my costume (said nightgown). And Zoe had to wear a pink barbie minidress, which looked decidedly uncomfortable. Liv and Mel, on the other hand, spent the first half looking like the Swamp Thing, thanks to our Creative Ideas About Mermaids.

My professional opinion is that Ev, Ronnie and Co had the best play - well, it was damn funny. Mind you, Andreas Swedish Fat Kid^TM was pretty cool too.

At the end, when the lights didn't switch off, we got confused and added a random improvised bit. It didn't really work. And the finale - ohgod, don't talk to me about the finale. I mean, it's possible they could have thought we were SPOSED to forget all our lines, but... uh, yeah.

Jenny and Ruxi and I had a water fight at the bus stop. Well, more kind of we carefully poured water onto each other. Generally, it steamed. IT WAS SO FUCKING HOT. (And not in THAT way, although there was a boy sitting in the tree above us suspiciously...). Most of the spilled water ended up on the bag of Shelly, who was over yonder chatting with Sarita, and threw a highly amusing hissy fit upon her return.

I went to the library before NIDA and found that the Sandman I was waiting for was now not only overdue, but due in May next year. This was clearly unacceptable, so I marched up to the information desk and failed to complain. The nice lady made some phone calls and found it on the shelves at Randwick. How it got there, i don't know, nor why it was never checked in.

NIDA was fun - we did a voice excercise that mad me feet go numb. Then we were not attacked by sheep. I stole some water that was just standing on the table in a jug (apparantly they'd been having auditions in the room) and Daniel tsk-tsked, which made me giggle and choke (miraculously not spilling the precious :P) following which I proceeded to thwack him soundly about the head with my rolled up script. This quickly became a trend (Well... mainly me and Luke) and we ended up having rolled-up-script fencing.

I'm starting to think Daniel isn't gay, because no self respecting homosexual would act THAT camp outside of an event for that purpose. It's also kind of sporadic, so he's clearly eithe rputting it on or exaggerating. I mean, it doesn't mean he's straight (cos if he is, then that is REALLY WEIRD) but he either thinks it's funny or he's confused. Well, whatever. Luke was acting all depressed at the start of the lesson. Maybe it was just the fact that his fringe completely covered his eyes. But he did sit way back from the group and mope, until the paper-fencing started. Also, it seems Jenny's school has done the Primary Playdate thing too.

When I got home, I had ice creeam. I asm a happy Maggie.

In other news, I got this spam subject the other day:

DEAR = GENTLEMEN?

All my spam are belong to you. You have no chance to archive make your click.

ARGH. this is WAY TOO MUCH. I think that's three times this week, or something. AYB MUST DIE. ..._{but it's still funny}