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

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