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Sunday 25 November 2012

I don't know what this blog is going to be about.

Hiya :)

It's anyone's guess what I'm about to say here... I just kinda' felt obliged to blog today as I haven't in well over a week. I was planning on doing it yesterday but have just had no inspiration.
We've been given a week off after the show and I am using it to be the laziest girl in the world. I've done nothing since Friday night really and keep convincing myself that I deserve it.

I've just said to J "We are the laziest arses in the world."
"Sunday is the day of rest. Saturday is also good...for resting...and have a wee rest on Friday too if you're off." was his reply.
That might just become my motto.


So... the show went pretty amazing.
The feedback I got from the director/lecturer was better than I could've imagined and of course I'm really happy with that, but it isn't the most important thing to me.
The thing is, (and I really hope this doesn't sound arrogant) I always knew I had it in me to do it. From the moment I heard the song "Scars of Love" from this show, I knew I wanted this part. I pictured myself up on that stage singing it in front of everyone I know and love and was so determined that somehow I'd make it happen.

It feels like it's been a while since I felt strong enough to want something and make it come true in the way that I did. A college production might not be the biggest thing in the world to achieve, but the fact that I actually did it is what's important.
I'm glad people underestimated me before, it made it even easier to rise to the challenge.
That's probably the most arrogant thing I'll ever say on here.


So, yesterday I started watching Geordie Shore. I know. It came as a surprise to me too.

I like to think of myself as a relatively intelligent and semi-cultured lass. Nothing special, but y'know, I'm not a complete idiot... right? Then why do I keep enjoying trash like this?!

If you have never seen Geordie Shore (though I'm pretty sure you have) basically a group of raunchy tangerines from Newcastle live in a house and treat it like the sleaziest holiday of their lives- drinking, fighting and shagging excessively. That's IT. That is it.
At first I judged them. Then I sort of enjoyed them. They are disgraceful people with no standards and probably the worst role models on television, (worse than TOWIE. OH YES)  even still, I can't help but kind of want to know what they might do next.
Each episode is pretty much exactly the same as the next too.
Sigh.

I don't know what to say.

I have literally nothing intelligent to say.

I blame the abundance of fast food that my body is burning this week.
It's honestly all I've got.

I promise that once I start eating vegetables again I'll blog properly with issues and humour and...stuff.

Thursday 15 November 2012

Spend Spend Spend.

This will be a short post.

Life is very busy right now. Only 5 days (but technically one rehearsal that isn't a dress rehearsal) until the opening night of Spend Spend Spend. Today was extremely long and stressful and...long. Yep.

So far, we haven't done a single run of either Act 1 or 2 without stopping at some point. This is a bit terrifying. Also, the runs today were chaos.
However, I will say this, yesterday and today, there were certain points where I got a chance to just watch certain scenes and I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. I think this show in itself is outstanding; I find it quite unbelievable that it's fame didn't last very long. What we've managed to do with it, the work we've put in, those little parts of certain scenes, character traits that some people might not even notice - I'm proud of it all.
I cant wait to introduce people to this show. Everyone should see it and experience it in the way that we all have. It'll probably seem like I'm just trying to plug the show but I'm not; I honestly adore it for so many different reasons.
It's one of the most emotionally excavating (poetic aren't I?) musicals I've ever known (most of us end up crying every time we run the second act) but it's beautiful and touching and the "character" Viv* will have a wee place in my heart forever now.

If you are into musicals, (or even if you aren't and are interested) I'd suggest looking up Spend Spend Spend. I'd be happy to share the music with you also, as its very hard to get a hold of. More people should hear it.

*I put the word "character" in inverted commas because Viv is a real person, and is pretty much as bold and brash as Viv in the show but obviously the musical exaggerates certain aspects.

This post didn't end up being that short...

Friday 9 November 2012

A few of my favourite things.

Does everyone else just do the same boring things all the time, and enjoy it?

I ask this question because over the years, especially the "grown-up" ones I've begun to notice more and more how this is the case for me.
Now, as a teenager (from about 15-18) I was quite an...untamed, shall we say, sort of gal. By this I mean I did quite a bit of drinking, socialising and "partying" (thats all the detail you're getting) (some of you were there, you understand) ,which was brilliant and part of me still misses that from time to time. At the time I pretty much thought it's who I'd be forever.
However, (and I suppose predictably) circumstances changed, I went and got all coupled-up as many of us do and calmed down to the point where I'd say I rarely drink now. I'm 21 and I've become somewhat of a bore. The thing is, I kind of enjoy it.
Where a lot of people my age still seem to get their kicks out of getting all dressed up in incredibly painful shoes and drinking their wages away, I get actual joy out of re-reading the Harry Potter series, or re-watching all of Sex and The City. The old me, the youthful part of my brain is reading this and saying "YOU ARE PATHETIC" but the middle-aged woman in me says "Embrace it. Go on, have another cup of tea."
Don't get me wrong, when I'm prepared and in the mood for a night out, I love it. I love getting dressed up, I'm still a girl after all. I get as drunk as everyone else (perhaps more), I dance and make a twat of myself, and it's great. Though it's a bit like if I do that once, its out of my system and it can be months before I want to do it again.
Not only do I stay and in do boring things, I do the same boring things regularly. I read books I've read before, watch films I could practically recite, I eat the same dinner (usually involving pasta) and then do it all again. It's not like I can blame this solely on being in a relationship, because these habits started before then. I even listen to the same music on the way to college most days.
It's a bit sad really isn't it? Then why do I love it?
I guess I quite like knowing how things will end.
I feel I should point out that oddly I do actually quite like change, I just don't introduce it into my life very often.

Now how do I conclude this?
By admitting that I've just had pasta for dinner and that I'm about to watch a movie I've seen before.
Goodbye.