tea for one

Goddammit.

I expected more from him. He’s the captain, he’s supposed to set an example, and he goes and get involved in something like this? Way to celebrate, schmuck.

There goes all my yay, top of the league! spirit.

…

Girl 1: I mean, all this pressure. It’s kinda stupid, really, isn’t it?
Girl 2: I know! I mean, what if you just wanted to stay in and watch a film or something?
Girl 1: I know! And before, you know, like, in our first year, it was the same on Valborg and Midsummer’s. Thank God we’re old enough that we don’t have to care about being cool and going out any more.
Girl 2: I know, right? It’s so nice to be grown up enough to say, no, okay, I don’t want to go out and party, I want to stay in and watch TV.
Girl 1: Totally.

-pause-

Girl 2: Not on New Year’s, though.
Girl 1: Definitely not. 

All right, ignoring the fact that I look insane… Look how long my hair was! I didn’t realise. It was… It was actually kinda pretty. Why did I cut it?

That’s it. I was playing with the thought of going short again, but uh-uh. I’m growing it out.

And why, why can’t I ever be in a picture without looking, well, nuts? 

…

We’re watching Man United against Middlesbrough, and now my mother is suddenly rooting for United. I tried to make her explain how she can want United to win when she usually supports Chelsea, but she just claims that she likes them both and won’t listen to my trying to explain that United winning this game would be bad for Chelsea. And what’s more, she was actually surprised that I’m cheering for Middlesbrough. Oh, mother. *shakes head*

Newcastle-Liverpool 1-5. Yay! (Sorry, Etty. Being happy feels a little wrong, but I can’t help it.) We’re heading into the new year top of the league, and Chelsea dropped two points against Fulham! For once, my dad and I rooted for the same team, which was nice for a change. My mum is a Chelsea fan, though (because she likes Drogba, God knows why), so she was less pleased. I don’t understand her at all.

I still don’t really think the Reds will actually manage to win the league this season, but just being on top for now is awesome. And Skrtel is back! That makes me feel better about the defence. I just can’t bring myself to trust Agger, and Skrtel had such a great partnership with Carra.

Really, I don’t know what’s happened this season. I mean, I’ve been able to follow Premier League live since we got the sports channel a year or two back, but mostly only watched when Liverpool or one of the big teams were playing and checked other results online. But this season I try to watch every game possible (Blackburn against Manchester City? Exciting), and I love it. My friends all think I’ve gone mental, but I really do enjoy it. The more you watch, the more you begin to notice things, learn to see things. And really, shouting something at the TV only to have the commentator say the same thing a few seconds later is kinda fun.

All right, all right, I’ll stop. Until January 10, at least. In other news, I had a lovely fika with Frida, Ida and Emma yesterday, and I am pretty sure we sat next to Idol-Lars at Herkules. Damn, y’all!

Also, I got a lovely Christmas present from Rah that makes me giggle and hum ‘Eye of the Tiger’ every time I look at it. *smishes present and Rah*

And so Christmas is over and done with for another year, thank unnamed deity. I know, I know - you can call me a Grinch, but I can’t help it. I don’t really enjoy Christmas anymore, and I don’t even know why. It might just be that I hate this time of year in general; if I had anything to say, we’d be skipping November through February and head straight from autumn to spring. I used to love winter, I really did. I loved the dark and the cold and even the rain, having a reason to stay in and cosy it up on the sofa with candles lit. Now it all just depresses me, and not even the decorations and pretty lights all over town make it all right. I can’t wait until the days are longer again. I want spring. Warmth, green leaves, and light in the mornings when I wake up. I want to go for a run late in the afternoon and feel the sun on my face. April, please get here soon.

This Christmas has been particularly miserable since I’ve been ill since the weekend with an awful cold. We celebrated on the 23rd with my uncle, aunt and cousins, and I was sick as a dog with a runny nose, stuffed head and swollen eyes. We celebrated Christmas Eve yesterday at my grandparents’, and at 7 o’clock I was bad enough that I had to go lie down and ended up sleeping for more than three hours.  I felt so awful that I never even thought to grab the chance and use Barney’s "I’m fine! My nose is just overflowing with awesome, and I had to get some of it out." Today I’ve been coughing so hard all day I think I’m going to crack a rib at some point, or at least pass out from a lack of air. Oh, yes, awesome Christmas.

On a positive note, I found out on Monday that I passed all of my exams and now only have the play in January left. Yay! And not only did I pass all the exams, but I got distinctions for all of them, too! Am I allowed to say that I rock?

Bring on spring.

The performance on Wednesday was awesome. Not perfect, but far from horrible and so much fun. And everyone looked freakin’ amazing in their costumes (and I looked ridiculous), and the poster has arrived, and it’s so lovely! Man, I’m looking forward to the 18th.

However, I’m still stressed out of my mind, since I haven’t had any time to do Christmas shopping until now. Gah. And now my throat is beginning to feel weird. And I have more rehearsals on Sunday/Monday.

I’m checking our credits database obsessively tonight, since our vocabulary exams were supposed to be corrected by today and you need to get a distinction in vocabulary to get a distinction for the entire term. Still nothing. But I’m pretty sure I only got a pass for this exam. Damn it.

We had an earthquake this morning! A 4.7, so, not big, but still. Twenty past six everything suddenly started shaking, the lamps were wobbling and Gizmo started chirping like mad. I’m really glad I was already up (and out of the shower!), because I really wouldn’t have wanted to wake from it, like a few of my friends did. Freaky!

So, we’re performing the induction scene from ‘Shrew’ tomorrow night. I’m fine with the bits I’m in and all my lines, but there are others who aren’t, especially the girl who is the reason why we’re doing this December performance in the first place. And I can’t help it, but it drives me insane because when she messes up, it throws me off. Every single time she does the same mistakes, and Jesus Christ, girl, read the script! I know you have quite a lot of lines there, but this is the only scene you’re in! /end catty

There was another freakin’ exam at eight o’clock this morning, and then we’ve had rehearsals up until now. Except for the aforementioned problem with induction scene, I think we got quite a lot done today. And I scared Lucas by forgetting that the actual person I was supposed to go up to and grab and yell at wasn’t there, going for him instead, which lead to us reworking the blocking of that scene - I now get to strangle not only one, but two persons! Yay! And I’m totally channelling Gordon Ramsay in that scene, with his "Come here, you!" I just change it to "Come hither, crack-hemp!"

I really like all my parts. Although I do worry about the part where I am to rush down the stairs as fast as I can, wearing a really long skirt. With my ankles, that could go either way.

Somehow, I managed a ‘pass with distinction’ for my British Literary History exam. I have no idea how it happened, but having been certain of doing the resit in January this is a huge weight off my shoulders, and suddenly everything else seems a little more bearable.

‘Shrew’ rehearsals are knackering, but also so much fun and going quite well. I know our first scene by heart now (which is good since we’re performing it at the Christmas party on Wednesday) and getting there with the others. We have rehearsals ‘until we drop’ both Monday and Tuesday, so hopefully things will start coming together even more then. It cannot be said enough - I am so happy I got this course. And I’m a little in love with our Petruchio. She is amazing; every time she’s on stage she makes me grin like a fool, she’s so funny. She actually makes one of the most despicable male characters you could imagine strangely likable, and I completely blame her for my now wanting to shout, "You whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-eared knave!" whenever I’m displeased with something.

It’s a little ridiculous how excited I am about the Swedish ‘Idol’ winner this year, but I really like the boy. He can sing, he’s a good performer, and there is something so adorably earnest about him that just makes you want to smish him. And he chose to sing John Farnham’s ‘You’re the Voice’ for his final performance, even though most of the girls who are swooning, voting and are going to buy his new album weren’t even born when that song was released.

I just hope they don’t ruin him by styling him to death.

Liverpool drew with Hull today, damn it. Those Tigers are freakin’ dangerous. Thankfully, both Man United and Arsenal drew, too, and if we’re really lucky, maybe West Ham can keep Chelsea at bay tomorrow and score a point. *crosses fingers*

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Hell. Fucking. Yes.

On a less self-indulgent note, only three students showed up for our showing of The History Boys yesterday. On the plus side, though, those three loved it. And introducing one of my absolute favourite films to three people who loved it, who had never even heard of it before and wouldn’t have seen it if we hadn’t showed it to them, has to be a good thing!

My drama teacher said, "I’m a sucker for a happy ending," and I proceeded to bite my cheek in order not to shout out, "Ooh, dirty!" Sigh. My friends have ruined me.

I had fika with Frida today, which, awesome. Except I shouldn’t have had that cup of coffee. I was all shaky when I got to the rehearsal, and of course we did one of my scenes. Excellent.