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I like to eat things that taste good. Like chicken for example. That always tastes good.
Apart from that, it's a nice life full of kittens, motorbikes and general arse-hattery for me. Woo.
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I like to eat things that taste good. Like chicken for example. That always tastes good.
Apart from that, it's a nice life full of kittens, motorbikes and general arse-hattery for me. Woo.
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» On the stage
Hehheh.
Not quite on-stage, but rather in the sound desk.
For my Drama AS practical exam, I decided to do something different and go into the Sound teching department. After a week of perfect run-throughs of the performances came the actual public performances, which were being recorded to send to the [nazi] examiners AQA for marking. It went wrong from the very beginning:
The lighting systems failed - meaning a lot of the plays were completely blacked-out. There is a link-up between the soundbox and the stage, so us poor sods in this 2 metre x 2 metre box actually know where our cues are. It failed. Me, and my good friend Brian who was doing lighting for the performances started going ballistic as the plays started too early.
What they didn't tell us is that the soundbox wasn't soundproof due to a small hole in the front. Cue loud shouting of "WHAT'S LISA DOING ON-STAGE?!" A darth Vader style "NOOOOOOOOO" and finally...Loudest of all: "GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE".
All of which were heard by 250 parents, children and OAPS. Not only this, but that tape was sent to the examiners, who could also hear it.
Still got a B for it though. Woo!
(Fri 2nd Dec 2005, 11:57, More)
Hehheh.
Not quite on-stage, but rather in the sound desk.
For my Drama AS practical exam, I decided to do something different and go into the Sound teching department. After a week of perfect run-throughs of the performances came the actual public performances, which were being recorded to send to the [nazi] examiners AQA for marking. It went wrong from the very beginning:
The lighting systems failed - meaning a lot of the plays were completely blacked-out. There is a link-up between the soundbox and the stage, so us poor sods in this 2 metre x 2 metre box actually know where our cues are. It failed. Me, and my good friend Brian who was doing lighting for the performances started going ballistic as the plays started too early.
What they didn't tell us is that the soundbox wasn't soundproof due to a small hole in the front. Cue loud shouting of "WHAT'S LISA DOING ON-STAGE?!" A darth Vader style "NOOOOOOOOO" and finally...Loudest of all: "GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE".
All of which were heard by 250 parents, children and OAPS. Not only this, but that tape was sent to the examiners, who could also hear it.
Still got a B for it though. Woo!
(Fri 2nd Dec 2005, 11:57, More)
» Shame
A few things I feel slight regret for.
Main one out of the way, so I can feel better about getting it off my chest:
A few years ago, I met a guy. Now as he was a few years older than me, I decided to narrow the gap a bit and said I was the same age as him (which means I said I was 20 when really I was a hearty 16). Not only this, but I gave myself a completely different name. Worse still, he fancied me as well and we ended up having a full-on relationship.
In the whole near-year I was with him, I managed to keep up this illusion, lost my v-plates and got proposed to. I eventually broke it off soon after the proposal (which I rejected) and still didn't tell him about the lies. He still doesn't know to this very day. Shame. I honestly regret everything about that relationship. Absolutely chuffing everything. Not just because of the lies, but also because he was actually a bit of a bassa...so I feel a little less guilty.
Linking onto this, the day I broke up with him was the same day that the college I was attending broke up for the winter holidays. I was a bit emotional so I decided to go with my mates to the pub just across the road.
I got absolutely slaughtered. I'm talking stumbling around in the PVC nurse outfit I got off my mates for Christmas, singing (or rather...yelling) to Bohemian Rhapsody ontop of a pool table and then copping off with two completely random girls so my mate could get a photograph for me to mail to my ex.
Despite the hilarity of that evening, I do regret it...a little. I will admit though that one of those girls could kiss far better than he did, and I actually said that to him.
(Tue 29th Nov 2005, 22:47, More)
A few things I feel slight regret for.
Main one out of the way, so I can feel better about getting it off my chest:
A few years ago, I met a guy. Now as he was a few years older than me, I decided to narrow the gap a bit and said I was the same age as him (which means I said I was 20 when really I was a hearty 16). Not only this, but I gave myself a completely different name. Worse still, he fancied me as well and we ended up having a full-on relationship.
In the whole near-year I was with him, I managed to keep up this illusion, lost my v-plates and got proposed to. I eventually broke it off soon after the proposal (which I rejected) and still didn't tell him about the lies. He still doesn't know to this very day. Shame. I honestly regret everything about that relationship. Absolutely chuffing everything. Not just because of the lies, but also because he was actually a bit of a bassa...so I feel a little less guilty.
Linking onto this, the day I broke up with him was the same day that the college I was attending broke up for the winter holidays. I was a bit emotional so I decided to go with my mates to the pub just across the road.
I got absolutely slaughtered. I'm talking stumbling around in the PVC nurse outfit I got off my mates for Christmas, singing (or rather...yelling) to Bohemian Rhapsody ontop of a pool table and then copping off with two completely random girls so my mate could get a photograph for me to mail to my ex.
Despite the hilarity of that evening, I do regret it...a little. I will admit though that one of those girls could kiss far better than he did, and I actually said that to him.
(Tue 29th Nov 2005, 22:47, More)