The chaos that is me.
So I had four fecking hours stuck in Geelong yesterday after rehearsals. After I got sick of harassing people on facebook, I decided to go to the cinema and see Saw IV.
I think there’s a lot of stigma against going to the movies alone, however I felt like I had a good excuse and, quite frankly, it was something I’d be keen to do again as I ended up making friends with three different groups of people and bouncing between them for an hour either side of the movie.
One group of boys (there was two) who were 13, 13, 14, and 15 kept hassling me for my phone number and asking me out on dates. One of them kept calling me ‘Arabian Eyes’ which was actually a shortened version of ‘Hey you, Arabian chick with the glasses’. Those of you who keep saying they can’t see how anyone could mistake me as being from the Middle East? I rest my case.
The two seventeen year old blonde girls were awesome and were constantly cracking me up during the movie as they alternatively gasped, begged the characters on screen not to do things or giggled hysterically. They also interrupted the whole movie when one of them found a chicken bone in her MacDonald burger. You’d have thought it was a whole human finger, but I found it amusing all the same.
After hanging around the cinema for a while with the girls, I headed up to the hospital and some guy tried to mug me. This was a case of ‘dirty poor guy who’d probably been visiting a relative at hospital’ VS ‘short angry woman with a headache who has just seen the latest Saw movie’.
He hid behind a sign in a garden and attempted to jump out behind me. Sadly for him, I’d seen him hid behind the sign and when I drew level with him I slowed right down and gave him a deathstare. I then continued to deathstare him until I was close enough to the hospital doors and far enough from him for him to logically try anything.
It was mildly amusing to see him cowering on a plant, however I’d already been warned the hospital doors might be locked and I could be STUCK out there. Thankfully, they weren’t.
While I was waiting for my mother a man wearing boxer shorts (wandering around the hospital at 9:30pm, mind you) asked me if I was okay. I think you’ve reached a new low when men without any clothes on ask if you are okay.
However, at this point I’d already seen almost the whole cast at rehearsals in their underwear (all but a certain female cast member who I have a HELL of a crush on) and helped a man put on a bra-so sadly this wasn’t the nudity highlight of my day.
I think there’s a lot of stigma against going to the movies alone, however I felt like I had a good excuse and, quite frankly, it was something I’d be keen to do again as I ended up making friends with three different groups of people and bouncing between them for an hour either side of the movie.
One group of boys (there was two) who were 13, 13, 14, and 15 kept hassling me for my phone number and asking me out on dates. One of them kept calling me ‘Arabian Eyes’ which was actually a shortened version of ‘Hey you, Arabian chick with the glasses’. Those of you who keep saying they can’t see how anyone could mistake me as being from the Middle East? I rest my case.
The two seventeen year old blonde girls were awesome and were constantly cracking me up during the movie as they alternatively gasped, begged the characters on screen not to do things or giggled hysterically. They also interrupted the whole movie when one of them found a chicken bone in her MacDonald burger. You’d have thought it was a whole human finger, but I found it amusing all the same.
After hanging around the cinema for a while with the girls, I headed up to the hospital and some guy tried to mug me. This was a case of ‘dirty poor guy who’d probably been visiting a relative at hospital’ VS ‘short angry woman with a headache who has just seen the latest Saw movie’.
He hid behind a sign in a garden and attempted to jump out behind me. Sadly for him, I’d seen him hid behind the sign and when I drew level with him I slowed right down and gave him a deathstare. I then continued to deathstare him until I was close enough to the hospital doors and far enough from him for him to logically try anything.
It was mildly amusing to see him cowering on a plant, however I’d already been warned the hospital doors might be locked and I could be STUCK out there. Thankfully, they weren’t.
While I was waiting for my mother a man wearing boxer shorts (wandering around the hospital at 9:30pm, mind you) asked me if I was okay. I think you’ve reached a new low when men without any clothes on ask if you are okay.
However, at this point I’d already seen almost the whole cast at rehearsals in their underwear (all but a certain female cast member who I have a HELL of a crush on) and helped a man put on a bra-so sadly this wasn’t the nudity highlight of my day.