Tomorrow

I'm going to London.

Just like last Saturday, I'll be down south in the capital.

And I still won't get to go to Abercrombie and Fitch to see if they have the male models like in New York.

And I won't get to go to Paul which apparently does the best macaroons in the world, was mentioned in Gossip Girl and has three branches in London.

But instead, I get to see La Cage Aux Folles! Which is exciting!

The last time I saw a show in London was...Wicked in June. Far too long ago.

And before that, Spring Awakening in April.

And after tomorrow, the next time won't be until December!

And after that...well, I just don't know. I can't afford to go again for the forseeable future. I can barely afford to go in December.

Aaah well...I'll have to make the most of it while I can.

Bye

<3

Oh, my school is just so classy...

I thought it was bad enough when people got really cheap alcopops for their 18ths.

But no...someone today took it that one step further...

Do you guys know anyone who got a pram and a cot for their 18th? And strictly no alcohol. That's what you get when you're 4 months pregnant.

I suppose I shouldn't really judge, but if it had been me, I wouldn't have wanted to open a bunch of baby clothes and a Moses basket in school at lunch with staff lurking around taking photos because it was school Halloween as well.

But I have to admit, I saw some of the things she had and they were adorable. Not enough to make me want a baby...but enough to make me want a pair of tiny little Converse.

And tomorrow I'm off down to London to see La Cage Aux Folles - John Barrowman in a dress makes my life worth living.

Bye

<3

I'm really bad at coming up with blog titles.

Like, really bad.

But as they say, the blog must go on. Well, they don't but...you get my drift, whatever, it doesn't matter.

Anyway.

I've had my job interview for Waterstone's. I think it went okay...I rambled a bit and my voice just sounded strange the whole time, but it was alright. Still haven't heard yet.

Buuuuut, I just got a phonecall offering me another job interview at my local library! So it's all good in the hood and whatnot, because if I don't get a call back from Waterstone's, I won't necessarily be broke for all of eternity.

In case you can't tell, I'm in a bit of a weird mood. I'm not drunk, I swear. All I've drank all day is water. I might be on a sugar high because we made biscuits and chocolate apples with the Year 7s at lunch.

The Year 9 History class I help with are growing on me - they ask the funniest questions. The highlights today were "Why do we have eyes?" and "Why did they call him Hitler?"

Tomorrow is Halloween in school, which means that the Sixth Form get to dress up. After my cop-out costume of last year (bland, unnamed Hogwarts student), I'm going as a hippy tomorrow. Summer dress and flip flops in October weather? Yes please!

Bye

<3

I'm going to London...

...to see a bunch of acts that I don't know that much about and normally wouldn't pay to see all perform together to celebrate 100 years of Guiding.

But first I have to spend 5 hours on a coach with a lot of screaming over-excited teenage girls. I'm hoping that the coach will be big enough that the four of us who are really too old to scream can lurk at the back and talk about stuff and listen to music and do homework. And eat massive amounts of junk food. Does anyone know if we'll be able to buy fried rice at half 11 in the morning?

I'm also hoping that there will be decent wireless signal at motorway service stations so I can tweet along the journey.

So...yeah...

I'll see you when I get on Sunday, Blogger.

Bye

<3

Well, it's taken long enough...

I am sat at home in my pyjamas, writing essays on Gladstonian Liberalism and Hamlet, and listening to a podcast about Glee (if you're a Glee fan, look up 'Sara and Aimee do Glee'. It's very good). This doesn't sound too bad, until you factor in my pounding head, churning stomach and constant, irritating cough.

However, something good has come of this situation. If I hadn't been at home, there would've been nobody to take the phonecall from Waterstones which I received a few minutes ago. After my frantic and, until today, fruitless sending out of CVs to absolutely anywhere that might take me and didn't require me to serve food (that would never end well) or sell clothes (I can't fold to save my life), I have finally got an interview. All the theatres I contacted sent polite rejection letters and Linghams, an independent bookshop with two branches near me, called when I was in Berlin over the summer and were very complimentary, but unfortunately they weren't recruiting. All the other places I applied to didn't even bother to get back to me. I'd pretty much given up on the possibility of ever getting a job and had resigned myself to a life of living on stale bread and wearing clothes that had been donated to charity. So at 5 o'clock on Monday, I hope you all have your fingers crossed for me. I've never done a job interview before and have no clue what to expect.

What else is happening with me?

I went to see Our Day Out at the Royal Court Theatre in Liverpool last night. It was amazing. The one downside was that it really brought out the Scouse side of my accent which is something I tend to try and avoid. Oh, and they'd sold out of CDs. It was such a good deal - programme, poster and CD soundtrack for £5. But no, they'd run out. Another downside was that we were right up in the gods - top balcony, row J. And the way the Royal Court was built means that the steps and the chairs and everything are terrifyingly steep. If it was being made today, they would have Health and Safety people swarming all over the place. But other than those three things, it was brilliant.

I've become well and truly addicted to Glee. I watched the original Pilot back in March or May or whenever it first came out and I watched the first two episodes when they came out properly. But my Internet is a temperamental bitch and makes watching things online difficult. So I gave up until my friend Luke said something about it and convinced me to get back into it. Now I'm completely up to date and I frickin' love it. I wish I was Lea Michele. She is my officially my new girl crush.

And just because I can, I'm going to do a Hayley (I can do that, right? It's not copyrighted?):

Sexy: Not in a weird way, but teachers. Like, young male enthusiastic attractive teachers. There should be more of these in schools - my school has one (fortunately, he's my English teacher) but really should be at least one in Science or something for the people who don't do English. This point came to mind due to a mixture of Our Day Out and Glee. The guy who played the young teacher in ODO was amazing...it was just a shame that we were so high up so we couldn't see him properly. However, if the photo in the programme is anything to go by, he's just as attractive as that performance implied. And Matthew Morrison as the teacher in Glee - yes. Just yes.


Unsexy: Annoyingly shrill Scouse teenage girls. Specifically the ones who go to my school and can't shut up for more than three minutes at a time. In the theatre last night, there were so many people turning round to give the Year 10s dirty looks for being so irritating. Once the show started, they shut up thankfully. But as soon as it finished, they were back and louder than ever. It's no wonder I'm at home with a headache.

Bye

<3

Okay, I'm over the X Factor now.

Something new has come along to upset me: Stephen Gately's dead.

When I saw it on Twitter, I hoped it wasn't true...but it is. It is very very sad and I am actually more upset by that than I was about Heath Ledger and Patrick Swayze. And I forgot that Michael Jackson was even dead...so there you go.

I'm meant to be doing an essay about Hamlet but I'm just not in the mood. Let's talk about something nicer.

At my drama group this morning we got the results of the auditions last week. We're doing the show Honk! which has so many named parts, it's crazy. My three closest friends are playing the three proper leads and loads of other people I love have smaller parts. I play the female lead's best friend, which suits me fine because she is one of my real best friends and I love her to bits. There's been a little bit of questioning of a few casting decisions, but we'll deal. The main question mark is over having a short fourteen-year-old dancer play the villain's love interest - the villain being my very tall, very seventeen, very uncoordinated friend. Good luck to the girl, I say.

It should be pretty good. I just hope they give me something good to do in the second act though, because all my lines are in the first half.

Right, I'm going to go and make the decision between working and sleeping - I'm crazily over-tired, considering that I've slept quite a lot this weekend despite a few late nights

Bye

<3

Just a tad annoyed.

Okay, a lot annoyed.

I normally try to keep my blog to things that are actually happening to me, but I need to get this out of my system. Any British people who watch the X Factor will understand this better than other people:

WTF is Dannii Minogue's problem??????

Okay, so Danyl gave an AMAZING performance and she didn't even comment on his singing at all, just on the stories in the tabloids that he's bisexual. He is a primary school teacher. His class don't need to hear that. And it has nothing to do with his performance...it was just a cheap dig because she felt theatened. She does have a fairly strong group this year and Simon's group are her main competition, but there was really no need. At all.

And now I'm a little calmer. Not a lot, but a bit.

Thank you for reading that, if you did. There'll be a proper blog soon, I hope.

Tell me in the comments what your...I don't know, favourite song is. I'm trying to take my mind off annoying Australian people with very famous sisters.

Bye

<3

Ugh...bad times....

Don't you just hate being stuck in the middle of other people's drama?

I have one friend who isn't speaking to her best friend because of something that happened with her boyfriend of over two years, who has hacked her MSN to delete himself from her contacts.

I have another two friends who used to be best friends, and now they're not because one of them has been blowing off the other one to spend time with her boyfriend.

I have another friend who has also had an argument with Friend Number One's best friend and now they're not speaking.

I have to buy birthday presents, Christmas presents, train tickets to London and pay for Jimmy Carr tickets in the next few months, so that's all my money up until Christmas gone.

And I lost my iPod on Friday. My new iPod Touch that I got last Saturday and hadn't even blogged about yet. I left it in a service station on the M6. So that's another £150 because I need an iPod.

Yeah...so I've not had the best few days.

On the plus side, my Tim Minchin DVD arrived on Friday. It wasn't released until today, but HMV shipped it early because it was a pre-order. It cheered me up.

So...take my mind off all the bad stuff. Tell me what you're being for Halloween in the comments :)

Bye

<3

I'm in a really weird mood.

I don't know if I've had a good day or a bad day. Every time I think it's turning into a good day, something annoying or upsetting happens. Then whenever I start thinking of it as a bad day, something good happens and brings me back up. Strange...

I feel bad for not blogging so long, but there just aren't enough hours in the day for me to go to school, do my homework, sleep, eat and blog. There's even less time for me to make videos, which isn't good as I've been trying to become more involved in the YouTube community. But I suppose this really isn't the time to do that, with school and everything plus a severe lack of funds.

I don't even know what I'm writing here...I just felt that I should write something. I've just had a...well, I don't want to call it an argument as such...let's say a 'minor disagreement' with my mum over money. Instead of getting each other Christmas presents, me and my two best friends decided to go to London to see Legally Blonde the Musical after we break up from school. Tonight, Rachael is booking the tickets. We were originally going on a Saturday, but it's cheaper if we go on a Monday, so we're thinking December 21st. The tickets will be £40, then add to that train travel and a hotel (which will be cheaper because Sarah's brother works in a hotel, but still...) and you end up with my mum telling me not to make plans for money I don't have and me telling her that I will have the money because I get £70 a month for allowance off my parents. Three months worth of allowance will be plenty, right?

Gosh, I'm sorry...in a weird mood tonight. Time to write an essay on Jekyll and Hyde...fun fun fun =/

Bye

<3