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In the words of Colleen... argle!
Fuck! ARGLE!
In other, more parliamentary words, my weak ankle just gave way. I was deposited on the floor in a wildly indignant heap. To make things worse, Pedar isn't here - he's gone to collect his degree from Edge Hill and he won't be back until late, and in the meantime I have to hobble/limp/crawl and I'm constantly thirsty and falling asleep.
Argle. The sooner Pedar takes that blood sample, the better. I haven't had my blood taken much - I remember vaguely a few times - I do know I have type O-negative blood. I'm a universal donor, which is apparently fairly rare.
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sprog. She and I were listening to You Know You're Right in the morning, and swapping song lyrics in English...
I still have to write that song for Yusra. Well, I have written some of it. It reminded me of how much I hate songwriting. Well, I don't hate it exactly, but it's so much more difficult than writing prose. The stuff I've got already:
( is hidden by the cut for a reason... )
The problem with it is it's been influenced by the song I was listening to at the time - Nirvana's All Apologies.
Oh, well. I thought I was going to have to walk home today, but Alex gave me a lift. Her family are really nice, and I mean that in all senses of the word. Alex is unhappy at present, as she's being forced to do Intermediate maths rather than Higher, and she really feels capable of Higher. As well as that, she's been moved down two sets, something I find remarkably odd.
So... not a lot else.
Oh, yeah - the drama play. It wasn't too bad in the end. It was apparently "sophisticated" and "clever." The costume problem caused a little friction - Becca was more pissed off about it than me, strangely, but then she did have to cope with Becky Odedun so I'm guessing she was just stressed - but it all came right in the end. Some parts of the script worked extremely well. I've always loved the device of a character reading a letter while the writer of the letter reads it out as a voiceover.
Ella read the letter while I read it out, but for the first two paragraphs we both read it, and there was an odd special effect provided by divine intervention. Because my voice is naturally softer than Ella's, and the rain was coming down so hard on the roof, Ella was afraid she could only imagine me talking, rather than actually hear me. We had the same effect on our audience of one, who was very much impressed by it.
I'm glad it's over, and it wasn't an abject failure, and Becca, Bev and I have made a pact to stick in groups with each other, rather than ever entertain the notion of having Becky O within a mile's radius.
We got the letters for the London trip. It sounds like a great idea... three days in London with Becca and Bev and a host of others, going shopping, going to West End shows and the new Globe, seeing street theatre, having lots of free time to explore ourselves...
Nice. And now I want coffee.
Fuck! ARGLE!
In other, more parliamentary words, my weak ankle just gave way. I was deposited on the floor in a wildly indignant heap. To make things worse, Pedar isn't here - he's gone to collect his degree from Edge Hill and he won't be back until late, and in the meantime I have to hobble/limp/crawl and I'm constantly thirsty and falling asleep.
Argle. The sooner Pedar takes that blood sample, the better. I haven't had my blood taken much - I remember vaguely a few times - I do know I have type O-negative blood. I'm a universal donor, which is apparently fairly rare.
So, today... I spent a lot of it with
sprog. She and I were listening to You Know You're Right in the morning, and swapping song lyrics in English...I still have to write that song for Yusra. Well, I have written some of it. It reminded me of how much I hate songwriting. Well, I don't hate it exactly, but it's so much more difficult than writing prose. The stuff I've got already:
( is hidden by the cut for a reason... )
The problem with it is it's been influenced by the song I was listening to at the time - Nirvana's All Apologies.
Oh, well. I thought I was going to have to walk home today, but Alex gave me a lift. Her family are really nice, and I mean that in all senses of the word. Alex is unhappy at present, as she's being forced to do Intermediate maths rather than Higher, and she really feels capable of Higher. As well as that, she's been moved down two sets, something I find remarkably odd.
So... not a lot else.
Oh, yeah - the drama play. It wasn't too bad in the end. It was apparently "sophisticated" and "clever." The costume problem caused a little friction - Becca was more pissed off about it than me, strangely, but then she did have to cope with Becky Odedun so I'm guessing she was just stressed - but it all came right in the end. Some parts of the script worked extremely well. I've always loved the device of a character reading a letter while the writer of the letter reads it out as a voiceover.
Ella read the letter while I read it out, but for the first two paragraphs we both read it, and there was an odd special effect provided by divine intervention. Because my voice is naturally softer than Ella's, and the rain was coming down so hard on the roof, Ella was afraid she could only imagine me talking, rather than actually hear me. We had the same effect on our audience of one, who was very much impressed by it.
I'm glad it's over, and it wasn't an abject failure, and Becca, Bev and I have made a pact to stick in groups with each other, rather than ever entertain the notion of having Becky O within a mile's radius.
We got the letters for the London trip. It sounds like a great idea... three days in London with Becca and Bev and a host of others, going shopping, going to West End shows and the new Globe, seeing street theatre, having lots of free time to explore ourselves...
Nice. And now I want coffee.
