warmlove's Diaryland Diary

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Wandering

*Put away your DDT, now*

3 lovely days, Feel well lucky and happy to be in Wigan and at School. Incredibly fortunate indeed, aye!

Saturday, worked the Open Day on the new site at The Mill...love doing those because u feel honestly very proud of the school ur at and inspired to tell people that it isn't impossible to get in or afford it and that if you are so, so passionate about being an actor then you get to spend 3 years in a cocoon doing it intensely. Then that evening, it was the last show the post grads were doing together and afterwards a champagne reception with agents, mp etc... me and Kate expected to meet up with some people then and congratulate the post grads, then carry on drinking. So we rocked up at The Mill at about 10pm, scummy Bargain Booze bags in hand to be greeted by the sight of the heads of the school in fancy suits and other very fancy looking people. AWKWARD dot com. We rushed to the bar, where fellow students comforted us with not looking TOO freaked out that we'd turned up HoBo style and offering us what was champagne that was most definately NOT intended for us. Ended up fine, we didnt get kicked out by head of school or anything horrendous. Ended up back at Jacks flat drinking our Bargain Booze bag contents and him becoming angry young man and having a big rant, before disappearing for a while to visit The Private Girls' School Stereotype as we and Kate managed to smash a wine glass full of sparkling rose on Joi's Floordrobe and spent some time vacuuming up broken glass. I was wearing a new, slightly too snug burgandy jumpsuit (perhaps an accidental homage to that amazing Austrian who casually did a 800mph jump from freaking SPACE, down onto a field, then just strolled casually along as if off the the Newsagents for a paper!?)
Met others in town at about half 1 and bizarely there were a couple of our teachers out (something that is kinda forbidden and/or never happens)
One was a teacher who everyone is quite intimidated by because she is very direct and seems very experienced/successful and the other a sarcastic, mind-fucker, apparently, like in LOVE with Tasha. Barney decided to give me a highly hypocritical chat about that I'm too nice and too much of a team player. Patronising Dickhead. Ended up getting into Studio free cos they really love ALRA people all of a sudden! I got cheesed of at the end of the night, sick as never being seen as a love interest haha, pisses me off, they act like Im the same age as them but never consider me attractive like the 20-21 year olds. It hurts. Stormed off when I proclaimed I hated Jack, so much (a bouncer decided that I fancied him deeply!, met depressed Alex boy and non-happy Kate in �1.50 pizza land then we taxied it home.
I arrived home, ready to have a very cathartic cry but turned the key and was confronted with the sight of Ben dancing in the hallway and a 1st year and Foundation girl with Adam. Ben and me snooped around Remmel's immaculate room then fell asleep watching YouTube videos, Ben suggested songs that would be great for his dream MD night playlist! Bad pop remixes mainly.
Next morning we were hungry with no bacon or bread in my house, the sun was shining, the sky bright blue. Went on a food mission, George caught up with us and we spent the reat of the day watching In The Loop, then back at mine George and Adam did Heath Ledger Joker make-up and did a little photo shoot of joker 1/ Showering 2/ Taking out the wigan council wheelie bin, 3/ ironing 4/reading a paper sat on the toilet 5/ At a job interview (with me as boss) and 6/ on a candlelit date (me). Very funny.
Then whole of today was spent with Jack and Alex girl under the guise of rehearsing for The Cherry Orchard but in reality a trek to Asda and watching The Northern soaps and drinking red wine until Jack schlepped off to Private Girl's school Stereotype and I wandered home with lime green music in my ears. Lurvly x

12:04 a.m. - 2012-10-16

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