warmlove's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Like a Diamond. #She tears you down, darling/says you're nothing at all/but I'll pick you up darling/when she lets you fall# Things are alrightish at the moment. I'm home for the weekend which means stuffing my face with swiss rolls and big, fat lardy things..to compensate from my Monk-esque Bow, E3 London diet. I've like lost a whole clothes size from literally not eating anything that tastes too good or is too squidgy. Not that I'm one of those stupid diety people, I just feel better being less love-handly and more washboard abs! (Hahah..well, erm, not so much with the 'Blue Crush' surfer body). . Anyway, last week, some strange combination of me being a little shite in a scene from 'Sexual Peversity in Chicago' we were doing in class, our acting teacher being pretty indifferent when I asked him his opinion on this modern speech I like, a possible Drama school audition speech (I'm tearing my hair out over not finding one I LOVE and think is PERFECT..6 weeks until my first one in Birmingham! Arrgh!) and also some stuuuupid guy not texting me to ask me out again! (Story of my life!), I got proper SAD-ANNNGRYY! And had some big fat rants to Mum and lovely Sparkles! I had the BEST weekend a few weeks ago, Valentine's weekend, in Newcastle..well, Tynemouth to be exact. I got the semi-painful 8 hour megabus up from London and Sparkles got a train down from Glasgow (Sooooooooooooooo gooood to see her....I feel like we'd be best mates if we both lived in the same country..or city!) Hahah..Then Jenny came down too and we all stayed at Tony Geordies. AKA The drunkest, most amusing drunk bloke I know. Oh my God, though, his house was AMAZING! A massive studio barn conversion that he shared with his friend from school. Gorgeous high ceilings, pool table, drum kits, all white with wood floors and he pays �100 a month less rent than me in my cold, damp crack-den. We had a lovely weekend, really did (and I have had those occasional weekends away when its not actually that fun, you're running out of things to talk about with friends you haven't seen for a while and you're just waiting for it to be over so you can just bugger off home!) I love spending time with those three, reminds us all that Edinburgh, as fantastic as it was, actually did happen...it wasn't all a bizarre Haggis-scented hallucination! Then on Monday I was back in London town after a very distinctly non-romantic Valentine's day weekend. I was blabbering all day about how amazing Newcastle is...such friendly people and a pretty, historic looking city centre..a bit like Glasgow. London people are very defensive, morose and rude in comparison to their Geordie brothers and sisters. (Though the, and I quote: 'GET YOUR FANNY OUT!!' Newcastle resident who came careening towards myself and Allegra at 10pm Saturday is the one glaring exception! Had acting class at 6 and I decided that I'd treat myself and go down the pub with everyone after. I made the possible mistake of getting on the white wine first so I felt semi-drunk when bottles of red were being passed around. Then of course, before I know it it's kicking out time and I make to drunk-good-decision..to go down to our Teacher's late night haunt, The Phoenix club (some semi-seedy members club under The Phoenix Theatre). We get in and get drinks and as I'm at the bar I spot two guys sat quite close to each other..one of them I see is gorgeous but I assume because he's sat talking with another guy that they're a gay couple (no other reason that they're both sat together alone at a table). I end up sat at the table next to them with this guy and a girl who Nathan seems to vaguely know who might or might not be on a date, them and I guy who we all met at the pub before. Ah, but when you're pissed you dont feel strange with strangers! We eventually move over to where Nathan and the French girl He's (semi-shudder..due to my own age-ish!) 'pulling' are sat. I plonk myself right next to gorgeous guy..we are introduced..it turns out they are both Irish, from Dublin..having spent a lot of time in California. We chat..gorgeous guy is funny and sarcastic. We bond over what boils down to my Irish Grandparents and Jamaican grandparents (side note..I have just realised that I am 1/8th Cuban due to a Cuban Great-Grandfather!!)...he seems amazed that a wondeful Celtic-Carribean creature sits semi-to-very drunk next to him! Hahah. My words, not his. Then I go on a rant about how its weird that music video channels, on St Patrick's day just play Bewitched, U2, Van Morrison and then something like The Thrills on repeat and he goes, 'ah, yeh. That's our band'. Hahah..at least I wasn't massively slagging them off..my sister loved them. Lead Singers are usually the most charismatic, promiscious ones, right?
(I dont say this out loud) x 2:35 p.m. - 2010-02-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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