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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Thursday, March 11, 2004
Oh crap - unemployment still looming in the fast approaching distance. Still, I wanted a holiday. Shame I can't afford to go anywhere. Grump.
Am muchly looking forward to the 27th which sees me reunite with a whole bunch of old Uni chums for the first time in ages - something tells me i'll be breaking out my dolly shoes and micro skirt and heading out to Poptastic for its crazy mix of indie and bubble pop music. I miss Manchester something rotten. Maybe something drastic must be done - just don't ask me what. At the moment I don't have the time, and when I will I won't have the money to think about it.
Auditions for Technically Speaking Mk II have been fixed for 3rd April which is exciting stuff but still rather weird - still having venue troubles, but MrBenj has offered some help from Low Fat which will be very nice. Bronny still gets all stressed by the bureaucrats at the theatre - perhaps she needs to take up smoking.
And I'm depressed about something which I don't know if I should be depressed about. In his first few days at the RC, Cheesy saw the CV of someone who claimed to have been accepted onto this year's Core Writers Group at Soho Theatre - you know, the thing I'm supposed to be considered for. This could mean any of the following:
Soho Theatre have made their selections for this year's course, and have decided not to even bother telling me I didn't get on it. Therefore, super depressed.
Soho Theatre have confirmed to some people, but are still considering the others like me. This still makes me a little depressed cause of course I want to be one of the first people they just have to have on the course - you can't be a writer without being arrogant and silmultaneously insecure.
Or
Soho Theatre hasn't made any selections at all and the person in question is a lying little scumbag who's still just being considered like me and wants his CV to look swish. I like this theory best.
A weird mix of pride and dread is so far restraining me from writing to the director guy to find out what's going on.
Wasn't everything so much simpler when you were 7
11:52 am
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