Got lots of things ready for the coming two days.
Had my first Pirates of Penzance rehearsal - it was fun.
What wasn't so fun was that I was late; I forgot to factor in transport time, so I left home at 3:30 for a 4o'clock rehearsal with lots of things to do beforehand at Broadway:
  • pick up alcohol for the night

  • pick up a birthday card for the night

  • write on birthday card

  • eat

  • get stamps

  • mail out stuff I shoudl have mailed out days beforehand

  • get back to uni

Rehearsal had started and I had been walking around with heavy bags of clothes and crap and alcohol (and I don't walk; I powerwalk. Always), so I was out of breath and sweaty.
Went to Redfern Station to go to Heathcote for the night and Work Amy's 23rd - the theme was 80s
Wrote on the card on the way
Arrived, changed, got smashed, photos were taken (one particularly horrid photo at the punchbowl) and may have been dominated by a woman with a slapper
Slept before anyone else, though I kept being tucked in despite the heat and could not sleep (everyone else went to bed hours later)

Woke up in hells of pain - I'd chosen the most angular couch in existance and had been holding myself in half fetal position all night. Cramps; ow.
Left without eating breakfast, and trained it home alone because Kelly decided to stay a while longer.
Track work; fuck.
Two hours later, I arrive home, shower, swap bags and leave.
Have not yet eaten because there is no lunchable foodstuffs to eat in less than five minutes.
Arrive at second rehearsal carrying cocktail wears and a second bag.
Physical excersion+ at this rehearsal - musicaling makes you fit.
After rehearsal I meet Cyn outside and get changed in Education Building after she charms the front desk guy to let us into the closed building.
Walk to Refern to train it to Penshurst. Get food on the way.
Penhurst RSL for [ profile] frozen_icehart's 21st.
Am the object of Mistaken Identity thrice:
  • For: Frozen. By: Bartender.

  • For: Frozen. By: Uncle/family friend, wishing me a good night as he leaves.

  • For: Nathan? By: The Fruit That Starts With L. (Apparently they went to school together.)

Speeches are awesome, and Frozen's family is pretty damn cool (especially his sister).
Cyn and I leave together because that's how we roll.
Transport home is delayed. Heavily. Like, by nearly an hour. But I still get home earlier than I would have had I gotten a train to Ashfield.

Had a good two days, if exhausting. Showed the teeth off to just about everyone; just about everyone was highly impressed (Tim had no idea what was going on... I don't think he'd ever noticed the braces before.) And, oddly, there were no real dramas to gossip about.

deleted due to attack of the borings

just got home from the Ortho. I now have my retainer. It's one of those clear mouth-guardy type ones. It doesn't quite fit because of the gap between Wednesday's getting the bracese off and retainer fitting, and today's giving of the retainer, but it's supposed to be good in the next couple of days. I go back for my first retainer checkup on the 12th of Jan.

And, finally: meme-age )
Last week I was likened to an accessory - something pretty that everyone wants to play with. I suspect it was meant as a compliment. It was not received as such, possibly because I feel like that sometimes. Then again, maybe it just wasn't a nice thing to say.

Yesterday, while I wasn't there, someone else told another someone else that I help with matters of the brain, and then told me (when I got there) that I always get her out of trouble. I like that that trumps the accessory analogy.

Paintball was fun, but painful. We went for Theodora's 21st, and it required waking up far too early because it was in Rouse Hill, but it was good. Some of the group were scarily into it; Cyn and I contemplated what games like paintball reflect from society, and then went and shot people. I think I got one or two people the entire day. I was only 'killed' twice, but I kept running out of ammunition, so I had to get off the field. Most of the hits on me just bounced off, which meant they hurt more than when they explode (which is how you're 'killed' - they leave a "wound"). Theo got me on the visor across my left eye; she was on my team; it may have been ricochet as she was behind me. Thankfully, the only marks I have on me are a bruise on my right shin bone and maybe two on my left side across my lower rib, however my legs are killing me today. Also, the army-style onesies didn't fit anyone except Cyn.

I had another interview on Tuesday, before uni, for a calls job. They were supposed to call me by Thursday to let me know what's going on with training this Wednesday, but I haven't heard from them, so I'll call tomorrow. Also have to call about my 21st venue. Anyway, hopefully this means I have a new job with decent pay. After that, I had a group presentation for Politics; Julie and I wanted to kill Andrew because he'd pretty much looked at what we were doing and decided to go off on a completely irrelevant tangent designed to illustrate how evil and wrong the organisation we were looking at is, purely to start a fight. Pretty sure we hurt his feelings half an hour before we were up only to get him to realise he was damaging the group, which did deflate him for the better, but he still energised the audience; most of them didn't like him to begin with, so what he said was still enough to get them to fight him. Wish he'd just listened in the first place.

Oh, and the Dead Letter Chorus album launch was last night! WOOT! It went swimmingly, if you ignore the sound guy (who should have been shot for Violence Against Music). Almost the whole family was there, which was really nice, and we ended up buying both the album and their EP. We bought the EP once before, but it was mysteriously lost the same night before we got home. I really wish Mike was the vocalist, not Cam, but I guess Cam can't help not being as tonal as others. And Gabby's voice is still amazing :D
... in which David just reeks of Gay (with a slight Emo aftertaste).

Oh, and YAY! More weird dreams! )

But other stuff too.

The SUMS performance is now officially going to be the 31st only. No June 1st because it's a Sunday and St Andrews, which is where we've been moved to, will be doing religious stuff or something... it is a Sunday, I guess. Still don't know how tickets are going to work... I really should ask about that at some point.

I smsed two people yesterday about meetings-up this weekend and haven't heard back from either of them. One was about a lunch today or tomorrow, so I guess there's still time. The other, however, was about a night out for either last night or tonight, so I'm guessing it's supposed to be tonight... I just have no idea what the other details are. If I don't hear anything by 5:30/6ish I probably won't go.

My brother left for Brisbane yesterday. He's going up there to watch football of some kind. Um... yay? Whatever. It's his money. If he wants to fly up there and stay a couple of nights to see Brisbane teams play their home grounds, that's his decision. I mean, sure, if I liked the teams (or just the sport in general) I'd probably want to go to a couple of games, but local games. Personally, I could think of better uses of my income.

My sister, on the other hand, is house-sitting again this weekend. Same girl from work as last time, which means she gets to look after those adorable dogs again. I didn't see them last time, and I probably won't this time, but I think she really liked them, so it's good she gets to see them again. She said her boyfriend was going to help take them for walks and whatnot, which I think is just so cute - it can't really be that hard to walk two little dogs (as energetic as they may be), can it? :)

Also, it turns out that Nick knows Regals people. Or, rather, is legally related to them. It's a tiny, tiny world, isn't it? His sister-in-law was the Musical Director for my first musical, Oliver. Craaaaazy!

And finally, boys suck. The two guys that have flirted with me at SUMS now both are pointless ventures. David always was, seeing as his name is David, and I already established that would be weird and somewhat-wrong when Miss Amy was fangirling over David Tennant, the 10th Doctor In Doctor Who. But even without the name, he's too camp. Actually, it isn't camp, it's faggy. It doesn't even seem natural - it all seems forced, like he trying to prove to the world that, yes, he really is gay. Turn-off. The other, Isaac, was apparently a jerk to Meghan at Small Group (a small group of SUMS choristers that does extra stuff). Or maybe it was MUSE... I forget. But he was a bit of a jerk and that was a complete turn-off for me. So no. No David. No Isaac. Because boys suck. Also, I still haven't told Jason... I just want him to get the hint and disappear. It isn't going to happen though. I don't really get much of a chance to talk to him though, and when I do, the only thing I have to say to him I don't want to say. So I tell him I'm busy with assignments (an attempt to make him feel old and disconnected from my age group, because I'm cruel) or feeling sick (like two days ago, I woke up with Twisty Blades of Madness writhing in my gut, which by yesterday, when I spoke to him, had lessened into Twisty Wooden Pegs of Mild Craziness). I just want to press the Undo Button and make it go away. I'll probably end up saying something more along the lines of "This semester is turning out to be more full on than I anticipated, so I don't really have much time for 'extra-curricular activities' so to speak, bar those that have been planned at least a month in advance. (May, for instance, is completely booked out for me.) So I don't really have time to be pursuing a relationship with anyone at the moment least of all with someone so shy and needy... god I'm a prick." Although, if someone more uni-student-shaped pops up (though they don't actually have to be in uni), I could probably work around my schedule for them. I guess I just think Jason is too much work.


Oh, and post-finally, on Thursday, Cyn and I spent the day together. I told her that, whenever it's just the two of us, I feel like everyone else must think we're a couple. It's weird, but I'm constantly aware of it. Hopefully they pick up on some level of gayness from me, though, that translates that thought into "but he's gay, so she must be his faghag" or something similar. It's not that I think she cramps my style (HA!)... much (:P), 'cause I wouldn't be anywhere near as friendly-looking if I were just by myself, and I wouldn't be anywhere near as open to the world. It's just that sometimes it makes me wonder what it would be like, boy-wise, if I was the way I am with her without her being there. I wouldn't trade her presence for the answer though - I love the way I am with her. While we were out, I bought a zip-up hoodie that I'd been looking for for ages and a top I'm going to use as a jumper-type thing (which I was going to test-drive tonight, actually), and Cyn bought two pairs of boots. We stopped past her work on our way home and she made me a Strawberry Blast which, for all the store's family-oriented goodness, tasted quite alcoholic. In a good way, of course. It wasn't going to be an all-day thing, though - I was going to go home after seeing Cyn and talking (especially about the above boy-issues) and maybe having lunch (despite the Twisty Blades of Madness), and start my next composition assignment (CHANCE MUSIC FOR THE WIN!). I guess I'll just do that tomorrow instead; Friday turned out to be a Games Day inspired by my last Cyberworlds assignment and a lack of paid work, and I woke up pretty late today, making it a Lazy Day Saturday.



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