VLP (very long post)
Hey everyone. This is just my big update post before returning to you all. I've really missed you! *hugs* I've only been reading a couple of your posts lately but here's my little comments I never commented. Your names are all under the cut.
Clever Hobbit: Welcome home! And if I don't see you again, then have soooo much fun in Berlin. I'm just reading your post from 9.45 today and it sounds like you had an amazing time!
Magical Rachel: Can't believe you and Nix have finally met up- so cool. Sounds like such fun between the two of you, seriously. Lol. Ikea.
Iorhael: Puddycats! Beautiful cats, I loved the photo you posted. Oh, and, "How can I know if a cab driver is sleepy or not when I stop a cab?" When he comes towards you, see if the taxi veers to one side or the other at all ;)
Shirebound: Been reading "Force of Nature". G'uh. Your writing is so beautiful! Oh, btw, please let me know but Mum is doing an article on fanfiction over here and she wondered if she could mention any names to promote people- do you mind very much if your name is there? *goes all fangirly*
Ancalime: Can't believe you're so nearly moving into an apartment! Oh, and thank you for your "status on me" post- I hope everything is beginning to feel better now *hugs*
Jessica (Blue Eyed Kitty): Been dying to say: I love Green Day's 'Time of your Life' too. 'Tis a fine thing to be a Green Day fan. It's weird, all the songs you've listed over the past few days, I am so fond of. And the movies too. It got quite eerie when I just kept reading your posts about the two!
Easterlily: Your "In your Eyes" artwork, with the verse underneath was really lovely. An extremely squeeable piccy! The quote is gorgeous too, I've never heard it before.
Meli: Just wanted to ask- which foreign languages are you taking if you do go on to take them next year? Is it a combination? Ah! And we're reading the same things- I'm currently ploughing through Pride and Prejudice and just to warn you; it's actually pretty good. ;)
Bellamonte: You're not a dork! And if you are, then you're a wonderful one. Hey, and you're an honorary Brit- go you! (I took that test and turned out to be 27% American.)
Tangelian: **hugs** Your last post about your Mum- I completely sympathise with. I hate people picking over my weight. Congrats on losing so much! I think you're entitled to eat whatever you want- and on the bonus, you're gorgeous, and actually have the natural physical grace to ride a horse- I tried recently and got flipped over its head so I deeply *deeply* believe this. I'm so sorry you're low- I really hope things are picking up. xx
Don't think I've missed anyone. Lidia, if you read this, I hope you're now completely relaxed and thoroughly holidayed. Easterlily, I'm so jealous about the convention you're going to! And Dora, heehee, thank you for coming on holiday with me! It was so much fun and thank you for making it so.
And here, just for tasters, is an insight into the weird and wonderful of my job.
The first five minutes are spent assessing the situation. There are usually plenty of cars round 5.30, from before I arrived, from the previous theatre performance, which make a point of leaving at the most inopportune moments. Thing is, people hate parking next to each other. They’re always miles apart and disorderly before I get there- it’s like each car has its own glowing corona that cannot be broken.
In the first hour, I only park a dozen or so cars. I’m terrified of parking coaches. I’ve done it once before and managed to not only infuriate the coach driver but cause a traffic jam right the way from the entrance to the road leading to it.
Last night, I discovered I’d left my watch behind. This is a severe blow. The most entertaining thing about the job is, well, a) the people but also b) watching time pass. Whereas I found myself asking the time with crazed swirling eyes off unassuming strangers.
I have power over 25 traffic cones. Doesn’t sound great does it? Not really something to put on the CV. But technically, I could stick one cone out by the entrance and no one would come in. I never have- yet.
However, my friend Ed told me that once in Winter he actually sought refuge in the toilets because it was hailing, sleeting, it was dark and he was thoroughly miserable. By that description, I’m surprised he’s done it only once in his two years of doing it!
My favourite part of the thing is when you see the actors arriving an hour or so before the show. David Soul, when Mack and Mabel was on, came out and asked me to save a parking space for his Porsche. I did. I’m not wicked. Interestingly, he came back with some platinum blonde, who smiled a lot and waved. You can spot the actors a mile off- it’s the way they speak, move and address other people. Really lovely people on the whole. The new cast are really friendly.
I rained last night, for the first time in my two months (as opposed to years) there. I had to shelter under a limp, soggy looking Willow and peer out at approaching cars. I found the theatre cat and looking after him. Partly to keep him dry but also for the company. It’s lonely standing outside on your own for two hours.
By the end of it, I’m knackered from running round during pique-time, directing cars into every available slot. I like it when cars leave. You come to appreciate the spaces. So much. It’s less the cars themselves you admire, more the absence of them. ;)
And finally,
I went on an Intensive Acting Training Course at Hurtwood College. It was fantastic. Aside from the first night where I was dying of home sickness, the rest of the week was unmissable. A panellist from RADA came down to audition all 19 of us. So nervous but she was lovely. I swear, we were all friends by the end of it. Went to see Jim Broadbent in Theatre of Blood at the National, who was superb.
And best of all, at the end of the course, the assistant head sought my parents out and told them he’d like to offer me an audition for the actual sixth form at Hurtwood! I was the only one he asked- sorry, that sounds terrible, but it just made it more believable for me. It never occurred to me to go anywhere but my current school for my last two years but he was insistant. He said the course leaders were complimentary about me.
Not to mention the fact that when I got home, Mum started listening to the idea of me going to Drama School in Bristol instead of university.
What do any of you guys think? Drama School or university? Bear in mind, I probably won’t get into my first choice Drama School- Bristol Old Vic or RADA or Oxford, but I’d just love to try. But you guys, most of you still at college or completed it, are bound to be more assured on that note.
I’m also more than a little daft, I’ve discovered. Because after returning from Hurtwood and all this high-brow drama stuff, I was over the moon to find a letter telling me I’ve won the school drama trophy! I burst into tears. *shakes head in disbelief*
Clever Hobbit: Welcome home! And if I don't see you again, then have soooo much fun in Berlin. I'm just reading your post from 9.45 today and it sounds like you had an amazing time!
Magical Rachel: Can't believe you and Nix have finally met up- so cool. Sounds like such fun between the two of you, seriously. Lol. Ikea.
Iorhael: Puddycats! Beautiful cats, I loved the photo you posted. Oh, and, "How can I know if a cab driver is sleepy or not when I stop a cab?" When he comes towards you, see if the taxi veers to one side or the other at all ;)
Shirebound: Been reading "Force of Nature". G'uh. Your writing is so beautiful! Oh, btw, please let me know but Mum is doing an article on fanfiction over here and she wondered if she could mention any names to promote people- do you mind very much if your name is there? *goes all fangirly*
Ancalime: Can't believe you're so nearly moving into an apartment! Oh, and thank you for your "status on me" post- I hope everything is beginning to feel better now *hugs*
Jessica (Blue Eyed Kitty): Been dying to say: I love Green Day's 'Time of your Life' too. 'Tis a fine thing to be a Green Day fan. It's weird, all the songs you've listed over the past few days, I am so fond of. And the movies too. It got quite eerie when I just kept reading your posts about the two!
Easterlily: Your "In your Eyes" artwork, with the verse underneath was really lovely. An extremely squeeable piccy! The quote is gorgeous too, I've never heard it before.
Meli: Just wanted to ask- which foreign languages are you taking if you do go on to take them next year? Is it a combination? Ah! And we're reading the same things- I'm currently ploughing through Pride and Prejudice and just to warn you; it's actually pretty good. ;)
Bellamonte: You're not a dork! And if you are, then you're a wonderful one. Hey, and you're an honorary Brit- go you! (I took that test and turned out to be 27% American.)
Tangelian: **hugs** Your last post about your Mum- I completely sympathise with. I hate people picking over my weight. Congrats on losing so much! I think you're entitled to eat whatever you want- and on the bonus, you're gorgeous, and actually have the natural physical grace to ride a horse- I tried recently and got flipped over its head so I deeply *deeply* believe this. I'm so sorry you're low- I really hope things are picking up. xx
Don't think I've missed anyone. Lidia, if you read this, I hope you're now completely relaxed and thoroughly holidayed. Easterlily, I'm so jealous about the convention you're going to! And Dora, heehee, thank you for coming on holiday with me! It was so much fun and thank you for making it so.
And here, just for tasters, is an insight into the weird and wonderful of my job.
The first five minutes are spent assessing the situation. There are usually plenty of cars round 5.30, from before I arrived, from the previous theatre performance, which make a point of leaving at the most inopportune moments. Thing is, people hate parking next to each other. They’re always miles apart and disorderly before I get there- it’s like each car has its own glowing corona that cannot be broken.
In the first hour, I only park a dozen or so cars. I’m terrified of parking coaches. I’ve done it once before and managed to not only infuriate the coach driver but cause a traffic jam right the way from the entrance to the road leading to it.
Last night, I discovered I’d left my watch behind. This is a severe blow. The most entertaining thing about the job is, well, a) the people but also b) watching time pass. Whereas I found myself asking the time with crazed swirling eyes off unassuming strangers.
I have power over 25 traffic cones. Doesn’t sound great does it? Not really something to put on the CV. But technically, I could stick one cone out by the entrance and no one would come in. I never have- yet.
However, my friend Ed told me that once in Winter he actually sought refuge in the toilets because it was hailing, sleeting, it was dark and he was thoroughly miserable. By that description, I’m surprised he’s done it only once in his two years of doing it!
My favourite part of the thing is when you see the actors arriving an hour or so before the show. David Soul, when Mack and Mabel was on, came out and asked me to save a parking space for his Porsche. I did. I’m not wicked. Interestingly, he came back with some platinum blonde, who smiled a lot and waved. You can spot the actors a mile off- it’s the way they speak, move and address other people. Really lovely people on the whole. The new cast are really friendly.
I rained last night, for the first time in my two months (as opposed to years) there. I had to shelter under a limp, soggy looking Willow and peer out at approaching cars. I found the theatre cat and looking after him. Partly to keep him dry but also for the company. It’s lonely standing outside on your own for two hours.
By the end of it, I’m knackered from running round during pique-time, directing cars into every available slot. I like it when cars leave. You come to appreciate the spaces. So much. It’s less the cars themselves you admire, more the absence of them. ;)
And finally,
I went on an Intensive Acting Training Course at Hurtwood College. It was fantastic. Aside from the first night where I was dying of home sickness, the rest of the week was unmissable. A panellist from RADA came down to audition all 19 of us. So nervous but she was lovely. I swear, we were all friends by the end of it. Went to see Jim Broadbent in Theatre of Blood at the National, who was superb.
And best of all, at the end of the course, the assistant head sought my parents out and told them he’d like to offer me an audition for the actual sixth form at Hurtwood! I was the only one he asked- sorry, that sounds terrible, but it just made it more believable for me. It never occurred to me to go anywhere but my current school for my last two years but he was insistant. He said the course leaders were complimentary about me.
Not to mention the fact that when I got home, Mum started listening to the idea of me going to Drama School in Bristol instead of university.
What do any of you guys think? Drama School or university? Bear in mind, I probably won’t get into my first choice Drama School- Bristol Old Vic or RADA or Oxford, but I’d just love to try. But you guys, most of you still at college or completed it, are bound to be more assured on that note.
I’m also more than a little daft, I’ve discovered. Because after returning from Hurtwood and all this high-brow drama stuff, I was over the moon to find a letter telling me I’ve won the school drama trophy! I burst into tears. *shakes head in disbelief*