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... in which David performs for the Masses.
Photographical Proofings - you will probably have to be my friend to view it though.
or just look here:
CONCERT HAPPENED! AND SUCCESSFULLY! (perhaps not financially, though... :s)
It was actually pretty shoddy compared to the rehearsals, but oh well. No one not in SUMS seemed to notice, so I'm not complaining. In fact, apart from my parents (who very tactful and blamed the soprano soloist :P), no one even seemed to notice the problems I did. YAY!
But before that I went to see The Orphanage with some SUMSters. It was good. I rate Pan's Labyrinth higher (it's the same director), but it was good nonetheless. Not going to spoil anything except this: it's in Spanish; it has subtitles. Little graphic at times, but then again, so was Pan's.
But yes, the concert. Isaac and David were both late!! and I was worried they wouldn't be turning up at all. There'd have been no way I could sing properly without them there to almost balance out the Michael in my ears. They did turn up though (as the photo shows - they're right behind me)* thank god.
We had to practice sitting, standing and walking, which was frustrating because it's not really that hard. You sit, or you stand, or you walk. What else is there to do? How hard is it to not fuck up?
Concert started and I had no idea where anyone was in the audience - couldn't see friends, couldn't see family. I did see other people trying to get other SUMSters' attention though, and this made me smile. Don't know why, really, but I think it's kinda sweet, even if they weren't trying to get my attention.
Concert came, concert went, and it was good. Many hugs were given and received. I was picked up twice in hugs - once by Patrick, once by Isaac - the second time for longer and with flailing about, which was actually a little demeaning because I felt like a rag doll.
Met up with Amy, Kelly and Kurtis afterwards and had drinks at Starbar. Beer is now $4.40 there, which is nearly enough to make me want to not drink anymore. There were interesting conversations all around, as is usual with that crowd. Mainly centred on sex, as is also usual. There was also trashy, trashy dancing. Yeehah! Amy and Kurtis had to go home, but Kelly came with me to the Post Concert Party. It took us a while to find York Street, but we managed after a bum-steer by a taxi driver. I felt the need to jaywalk a couple of times, at potentially dangerous intervals, but I had a plan - I would tell any on-coming cars that Kelly was pregnant and that they therefore could not run her over, nor myself by association. We would, then, of course, be safe.
Post Concert Party happened, but Hannah, Patrick, Isaac, Cat and Bernie didn't. So apart from the rest of the SUMSters who showed up, it was Kelly, myself and The Clique for most of the night, plus Ben The President - a fine combination of people. I learnt the name of the girl who is always around Patrick when I see him (he never actually introduced us; the rudeness). David was there, and I pointed him out to Kelly, who not-so-ninja-like-ly scoped him out. I didn't actually get a chance to speak to him while there, which is sad, because I didn't get to talk to him after the concert and I didn't get to say goodnight to him at the PCP. I didn't have much more to drink there, in fact I think my total for the night was 4 beers (and I bought Marina a drink for her birthday), but I was tipsy enough due to my lack of dinner to start flirting obscenely with the straight male friends... well, just Ben really. I actually feel more guilty about that than I ever did with Lynn or Jake, because Ben is so pure and innocent. :s
As I said, I spent a lot of the night with the Clique and Ben. The topic of most interest seemed to be Isaac and myself, and the wide-spread belief that I can do better. I really am not sure how to take this: I realise it's meant to say that I'm too good for Isaac and that I should be flattered that they think so highly of me, but... some part of me can't help feeling that, not only is it slack to him, it's slack to me because they're basically insulting my taste. Kenny's first words to me at the PCP (I think) were "So, you like Isaac, huh?", to which I reply "Um.. maybe?", because honestly I'm not sure. Kelly's advice was to "try before you buy", but.. that really isn't me. And apparently Kenny's been told that Isaac likes me, which is not surprising given his behaviour, but it isn't exactly verifiable or even something I should really be taking into account at this stage - I'm still trying to figure out whether I Like him. All the flaws and faults they were picking out in him (bar one - the hair factor) were things I haven't seen, heard, or otherwise noticed, self-obsession being the main one, so I don't know what to think of them. I just feel so comfortable around him, like I could snuggle into him for hours. I don't know. I should probably leave well enough alone and just remain friends with him if I'm this unsure and just see what happens.
Sigh.
The Clique, Ben, Kelly and I all left together about 2am and got McDonalds, then either got a cab (Marina, Ben, Kelly and I, and I think I actually somehow made a profit there :s) or buses (Roman and Kenny, and Minna and Paul) home. It was a good night. A very good night.
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* B and Miss Amy, if you could see my head, you could probably see Isaac and David behind me. I just wanted to point out that, yes, they are the people I've been posting about.
Photographical Proofings - you will probably have to be my friend to view it though.
or just look here:
CONCERT HAPPENED! AND SUCCESSFULLY! (perhaps not financially, though... :s)
It was actually pretty shoddy compared to the rehearsals, but oh well. No one not in SUMS seemed to notice, so I'm not complaining. In fact, apart from my parents (who very tactful and blamed the soprano soloist :P), no one even seemed to notice the problems I did. YAY!
But before that I went to see The Orphanage with some SUMSters. It was good. I rate Pan's Labyrinth higher (it's the same director), but it was good nonetheless. Not going to spoil anything except this: it's in Spanish; it has subtitles. Little graphic at times, but then again, so was Pan's.
But yes, the concert. Isaac and David were both late!! and I was worried they wouldn't be turning up at all. There'd have been no way I could sing properly without them there to almost balance out the Michael in my ears. They did turn up though (as the photo shows - they're right behind me)* thank god.
We had to practice sitting, standing and walking, which was frustrating because it's not really that hard. You sit, or you stand, or you walk. What else is there to do? How hard is it to not fuck up?
Concert started and I had no idea where anyone was in the audience - couldn't see friends, couldn't see family. I did see other people trying to get other SUMSters' attention though, and this made me smile. Don't know why, really, but I think it's kinda sweet, even if they weren't trying to get my attention.
Concert came, concert went, and it was good. Many hugs were given and received. I was picked up twice in hugs - once by Patrick, once by Isaac - the second time for longer and with flailing about, which was actually a little demeaning because I felt like a rag doll.
Met up with Amy, Kelly and Kurtis afterwards and had drinks at Starbar. Beer is now $4.40 there, which is nearly enough to make me want to not drink anymore. There were interesting conversations all around, as is usual with that crowd. Mainly centred on sex, as is also usual. There was also trashy, trashy dancing. Yeehah! Amy and Kurtis had to go home, but Kelly came with me to the Post Concert Party. It took us a while to find York Street, but we managed after a bum-steer by a taxi driver. I felt the need to jaywalk a couple of times, at potentially dangerous intervals, but I had a plan - I would tell any on-coming cars that Kelly was pregnant and that they therefore could not run her over, nor myself by association. We would, then, of course, be safe.
Post Concert Party happened, but Hannah, Patrick, Isaac, Cat and Bernie didn't. So apart from the rest of the SUMSters who showed up, it was Kelly, myself and The Clique for most of the night, plus Ben The President - a fine combination of people. I learnt the name of the girl who is always around Patrick when I see him (he never actually introduced us; the rudeness). David was there, and I pointed him out to Kelly, who not-so-ninja-like-ly scoped him out. I didn't actually get a chance to speak to him while there, which is sad, because I didn't get to talk to him after the concert and I didn't get to say goodnight to him at the PCP. I didn't have much more to drink there, in fact I think my total for the night was 4 beers (and I bought Marina a drink for her birthday), but I was tipsy enough due to my lack of dinner to start flirting obscenely with the straight male friends... well, just Ben really. I actually feel more guilty about that than I ever did with Lynn or Jake, because Ben is so pure and innocent. :s
As I said, I spent a lot of the night with the Clique and Ben. The topic of most interest seemed to be Isaac and myself, and the wide-spread belief that I can do better. I really am not sure how to take this: I realise it's meant to say that I'm too good for Isaac and that I should be flattered that they think so highly of me, but... some part of me can't help feeling that, not only is it slack to him, it's slack to me because they're basically insulting my taste. Kenny's first words to me at the PCP (I think) were "So, you like Isaac, huh?", to which I reply "Um.. maybe?", because honestly I'm not sure. Kelly's advice was to "try before you buy", but.. that really isn't me. And apparently Kenny's been told that Isaac likes me, which is not surprising given his behaviour, but it isn't exactly verifiable or even something I should really be taking into account at this stage - I'm still trying to figure out whether I Like him. All the flaws and faults they were picking out in him (bar one - the hair factor) were things I haven't seen, heard, or otherwise noticed, self-obsession being the main one, so I don't know what to think of them. I just feel so comfortable around him, like I could snuggle into him for hours. I don't know. I should probably leave well enough alone and just remain friends with him if I'm this unsure and just see what happens.
Sigh.
The Clique, Ben, Kelly and I all left together about 2am and got McDonalds, then either got a cab (Marina, Ben, Kelly and I, and I think I actually somehow made a profit there :s) or buses (Roman and Kenny, and Minna and Paul) home. It was a good night. A very good night.
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* B and Miss Amy, if you could see my head, you could probably see Isaac and David behind me. I just wanted to point out that, yes, they are the people I've been posting about.
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... in which David tells you of things Post Camp, but Pre Concert.
The Vinyl Room!!! There's a place down Shire-way called The Vinyl Room that only plays 80s music. It is love. The only drawback is that it's a grabananna (a.k.a. grab-a-nanna, a.k.a. oldies hang-out). And that it's down in the Shire, requiring an hour's worth of train-riding to get to. This of course led to my meeting scary train guy while I was alone at the unenlightened end of the track; apparently the hobo-looking guy who got off at the stop before he came up to meet me "made [his] brother bleed" so he kept talking about how he was gonna get revenge on him... charming fellow. After meeting Amy, Kurtis, Kelly, Luke, Ash and Erin down in Heathcote, we came back a little way by train and went to the Vinyl Room. On the way, I found there to bee too much vomit on the train floor.
To set this next scene, I shall have to descirbe my outfit. I was wearing my black skinnies, the 4 hour shirt from the Muse concert (blue, long sleeve, pretty and collared), my black cons, a striped emo hoody and a tie; I was told it was an 80s place, and I thought my skinny tie would be perfect for that. I was right, except that while in the bathroom, as I washing my hands, a guy at the urinal started trying to get someone's attention. No one was responding, until someone new entered and said something or other. Urinal Man says "Nah man, I'm talking to Stripy. Hey, Stripy! Striiipy! Dude, what's with the tie? *point at which I realise he's been talking to me this whole time* It makes you look fucking gay!" As I'm just finishing off drying my hands (I am a thorough hand-drier), I don't really think it's appropriate to pick the conversation up this late in the game. Plus, it's the Shire, and I figure that if I say what I want to say - "So? I am gay." - I'll probably have my head bashed in. So, instead, I walk away without aknowledging him, relate the story to my friends outside, and have a good laugh at the old, drunk Urinal Man.
The music there was so good I didn't even need to drink that much to dance. I think I am still loosening up, and I am requiring less and less alcohol to dance, especially when mainly surrounded by friends (but never family). This is good, both for social interactivity, and for my liver. Win.
Afterwards, we went and had hotdogs from a shady outdoor corner vendor thing guy. One of those moveable karts with slightly less hygene than your typical cafe. I didn't really care though - I just wanted food and lots of it, preferably coated in cheese and tomotato sauce. It was good.
As for things This Week, that stupid Choose Your Own Topic Essay is done, but I felt like shit the whole week stressing out about it and staying up until 3:30am Thursday morning finishing it off. And Choir that night just would not end! It went about half an hour late and my dad was waiting outside St Andrew's Cathedral to pick me up and I felt horribly guilty even though I know it wasn't actually my fault, but I'd been standing non-stop for two hours and I was ready to stab Greg, the conductor, or Tamara, the concert manager, I was in that much pain. Thank god for Isaac's massage is all I can say, but even still I was in pain all night. I need a full massage or else my back will never uncurl after Saturday night.
Oh! And they moved me out from the Queer Corner for the concert!!! I have to stand next to Michael now, who unfortunately sounds terribly nasal and repressed. Yes, you can actually hear his repressed nature in his voice when singing. It's all uptight and throatal. Yick. I should have auditioned for the Bass scholarship - I would have kicked his arse. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the only Bass who auditioned. I know that sounds horribly bitchy, and I know he's a nice guy and that I used to be repressed and shy just like him (even more so, probably) but... ugh! No more Isaac next to me :( That isn't his fault, but I got used to having Isaac's and David's voices in my ears, and they had much more confidence in the music than Michael or anyone else I could hear in my new position.
And finally, I've update the SUMS SUPER CAMP post. Everything new is marked UPDATED TO INCLUDE or has a <---- Updated after it. There are 3 new additions. Further additions, as they are remembered or as I am told of them, will be added and linked to in the same way. :)
The Vinyl Room!!! There's a place down Shire-way called The Vinyl Room that only plays 80s music. It is love. The only drawback is that it's a grabananna (a.k.a. grab-a-nanna, a.k.a. oldies hang-out). And that it's down in the Shire, requiring an hour's worth of train-riding to get to. This of course led to my meeting scary train guy while I was alone at the unenlightened end of the track; apparently the hobo-looking guy who got off at the stop before he came up to meet me "made [his] brother bleed" so he kept talking about how he was gonna get revenge on him... charming fellow. After meeting Amy, Kurtis, Kelly, Luke, Ash and Erin down in Heathcote, we came back a little way by train and went to the Vinyl Room. On the way, I found there to bee too much vomit on the train floor.
To set this next scene, I shall have to descirbe my outfit. I was wearing my black skinnies, the 4 hour shirt from the Muse concert (blue, long sleeve, pretty and collared), my black cons, a striped emo hoody and a tie; I was told it was an 80s place, and I thought my skinny tie would be perfect for that. I was right, except that while in the bathroom, as I washing my hands, a guy at the urinal started trying to get someone's attention. No one was responding, until someone new entered and said something or other. Urinal Man says "Nah man, I'm talking to Stripy. Hey, Stripy! Striiipy! Dude, what's with the tie? *point at which I realise he's been talking to me this whole time* It makes you look fucking gay!" As I'm just finishing off drying my hands (I am a thorough hand-drier), I don't really think it's appropriate to pick the conversation up this late in the game. Plus, it's the Shire, and I figure that if I say what I want to say - "So? I am gay." - I'll probably have my head bashed in. So, instead, I walk away without aknowledging him, relate the story to my friends outside, and have a good laugh at the old, drunk Urinal Man.
The music there was so good I didn't even need to drink that much to dance. I think I am still loosening up, and I am requiring less and less alcohol to dance, especially when mainly surrounded by friends (but never family). This is good, both for social interactivity, and for my liver. Win.
Afterwards, we went and had hotdogs from a shady outdoor corner vendor thing guy. One of those moveable karts with slightly less hygene than your typical cafe. I didn't really care though - I just wanted food and lots of it, preferably coated in cheese and tomotato sauce. It was good.
As for things This Week, that stupid Choose Your Own Topic Essay is done, but I felt like shit the whole week stressing out about it and staying up until 3:30am Thursday morning finishing it off. And Choir that night just would not end! It went about half an hour late and my dad was waiting outside St Andrew's Cathedral to pick me up and I felt horribly guilty even though I know it wasn't actually my fault, but I'd been standing non-stop for two hours and I was ready to stab Greg, the conductor, or Tamara, the concert manager, I was in that much pain. Thank god for Isaac's massage is all I can say, but even still I was in pain all night. I need a full massage or else my back will never uncurl after Saturday night.
Oh! And they moved me out from the Queer Corner for the concert!!! I have to stand next to Michael now, who unfortunately sounds terribly nasal and repressed. Yes, you can actually hear his repressed nature in his voice when singing. It's all uptight and throatal. Yick. I should have auditioned for the Bass scholarship - I would have kicked his arse. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the only Bass who auditioned. I know that sounds horribly bitchy, and I know he's a nice guy and that I used to be repressed and shy just like him (even more so, probably) but... ugh! No more Isaac next to me :( That isn't his fault, but I got used to having Isaac's and David's voices in my ears, and they had much more confidence in the music than Michael or anyone else I could hear in my new position.
And finally, I've update the SUMS SUPER CAMP post. Everything new is marked UPDATED TO INCLUDE or has a <---- Updated after it. There are 3 new additions. Further additions, as they are remembered or as I am told of them, will be added and linked to in the same way. :)
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