See what I did there? Probably not...
I'm listening to really loud Dubstep and I suddenly have a raging urge to write even though I said I couldn't be fucked five minutes ago. But, you know, I'm totally a hypocrite and all so of course I would contradict everything I say. Mreheh...
In a way, quite a lot has happened over the last few weeks. We had our last big performance of the year before the summer holiday (vacation w/e) and it went pretty sound. Actually, it went amazingly considering the day before the performance was filled with shit-sticks and dogs bollocks and nobody wanted to do it because they all thought that it would go terribly and that we would be so crap that everybody would just take a dump on the Performing Arts course. They said that the only good episodes were the first Episode because of Anya, and the second episode because of me (totally didn't encourage that B3). The thing that pissed me off was that on the actual day of the performance in the morning, everyone was still whining and bitching about it, and just before the performance half of the girls in the group decided to hate on eachother and start shouting.
To be completely honest I totally nailed every piece of movement and acting technique and just got better every time we did it. Over two nights we did two matinee's and two evening performances. I think that I was more focused for movement in the second matinee because we were filmed, but I just went all out with the acting on the second evening performance because my mum was there (Lawl). It was fun, the experience, in its own special and retarted way. Mark didn't learn all of his lines until the night before the performance, so kudos to him for actually getting off of his butt and trying to make this a success for us.
It was the last day of term before the holidays this week today, and to be honest I did absolutely fuck all. I did a bit of my business, had my ILP meeting with Steph, went to go eat, played online games with Mark, and then pissed around in the IT Suite with the guys from the music course... And rapey George from the Art course (Anya is his girlfriend, and we're best friends, but when he gets rapey it just makes me cringe so much - I hope Devin isn't as rapey as he is *puke*). It's not even a good kind of rapey that you can get away with, it's so touchey and constantly pulling and hugging tightly and craving attention. He's so needy! But I guess she likes him, sort of, so I can put up with it. I never used to talk to George because I wasn't too sure about him and he can get violent, not even in a funny way, but I talk to him now - By talk to him, I mean that I take the piss out of him and the only response that comes out of his mouth is "Fuck you". The only reason why that's so hilarious is because that's all he can say, 'cause inside you know that he is a douchebag son of a pussy with a cunt full of bullshit and a dick full of jizz that will never be shot into Anya's clunge because she's just not that type of girl... That's why it's funny, and that's why I am able to take the piss out of him so much.
I don't want to end this talking about George because that's just gross, so I guess that I could end it on this note:
Devin smokes way too much weed for his own health, and
Devin needs to learn when I'm serious and when I'm being sarcastic. But that's a pretty hard feat, even for myself, so kudos to him for trying anyway.
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