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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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Monday, July 24, 2006
I have also, it seems, completely forgotten to mention that I am now an International Playwright. Ok, that may be overstepping the definition, but me and Bron both submitted 1 page pieces to Mercury Theatre's Short Shorts festival in Madison, USA last month - mine was an even shorter version of Keeping Annabelle (eventually this piece is just going to be a one liner). Apparently went down just lovely. Submitted another item entitled "Something Blue" which will be performed tomorrow. (So anyone in the area - go see it!)
At the moment there apparently exists a video recording, but might not be able to get a copy. If I can, you can be sure some of it will be put somewhere for you lovelies to watch.
3:18 pm
Sunday, July 23, 2006
I HATE it when people go on about how great the hot weather is. It's loathsome. Being nice and warm is one thing. Sweating like a soggy sponge that's just had a wringing is another. When you're on holiday, weather like this is wonderful. When you've got to sit in a bake box tube and spend the day slowly sticking to your chair in an office with dodgy aircon, it's another. I don't like hot temperatures. Which is why I live in England. Clearly I'm going to have to move to Scotland if this carries on.
Some potentially interesting and highly disruptive job news is on the horizon, but nothing's definite so I'm keeping schtum for the time being.
LowFatFilms want to make my film script version of "Waking" (after some serious editing of course), so that's all rather exciting. Will keep you updated on the progress of that.
The Pink Lady is no longer with us at work now her contract has finished. The pink top wearing record was not broken at the point of her departure. There's now a notable lack of pink in the office. And also a noticable lack of that chewing noise certain people make when they eat with their mouth open - that noise literally makes me want to rip my own arm off.
I'm off - going to go do my rain dance and pray for the thunder to get a move on.
5:48 pm
Monday, July 10, 2006
Urgh. I ache from all the cleaning! The lounge was viciously attacked by a hoover, duster and bin bag at the weekend. It's never been so amazingly clean - the carpet is blue again! Problem is now it doesn't match with the rest of the flat (which is a PIGSTY!) and it took so goddamn long do the lounge I can't face the rest of it.
So sore I didn't go swimming, to yoga or to ballet.
Ballet? Yoga! I hear you cry.
Yoga is to be expected I suppose - I've been whinging about a desire to do it for ages. My inflexibility is so damn embarrassing that I've been putting it off. But I went and it was good, so I'll most likely go again.
The Ballet thing - don't worry, you shall not be seeing me prance around a stage in a tutu anytime soon. It's more an exercise thing - after all, my two left feet and generally embarrassing nutter-dancing-style is hardly compatible to any aspirations to dance properly. But it will improve my co-ordination, posture, and it's more of a work out than you would think. So I'll keep going - I'll have to get over the dancer-bitches glances, which isn't a problem. Growing up at the theatre there were plenty of dancer-bitches. Admittedly, I was never trying to dance in front of them before, but still.
We have a new person working with us. I shall call her the Pink Lady. She's obsessed with pink. She wears a pink top EVERY day. Actually I lie - I was gobsmacked today when she walked in with a yellow top - although it still had a pink vest under it. I swear to you - a whole month, every day a pink top. The tragedy of it is, she really doesn't suit pink. There's a shade of skin and hair colour that's just a stage before ginger. Somewhere inbetween brown hair and red. Not even really strawberry, but nearly there. Skin again, between english pale and freckly redhead. In other words, NOT a complexion for pink. A complexion that can look great with a whole range of other colours, but definitely not pink. Especially baby pink. The fuscia pink actually looks really good on her, but baby pink is a no-no. And her favourite colour of choice. The day she turns up wearing no pink, I'm gonna buy her a nice cake or a drink of some kind - see if I can set in some positive associations. If she comes in wearing black I might give her a tenner.
6:48 pm
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