Monday, 4 January 2010

i don't really remember, but i think it is called 'auld lang deslang.'

Note(s) to self:
- stop being awake at super unsociable hours. Half three, sober, finishing an essay? What are you doing with your life? Remember how to write in the day like normal folk do instead of only being able to crack on with anything once it's past midnight.
- finish a damn book. You like reading, remember - that's just about the only reason you picked that degree.
- oh, yeah, and er look into changing that degree while you're on it. whoops

Tomorrow I am going to get up and learn how to function like a real human person again! The festive bit of the year is over and now we have a shiny new one, and it's more than a day old, it's all properly broken in and undeniable and really here, just like such greats as, oh, 2009, 2008, 2007-- you get the picture. Anyway, the long and short of it is that I am no longer allowed to stay up until all hours talking to friends about nothing or listen to Radiohead at 5am and go mental, or any of that sort of nonsense At All. It's business time.

And then, in a couple of days, I get to go see some theatre! I am seeing this and this and this, all for free, because of this. amazing. Part of me's looking forward to going back to Liverpool and part of me is already sad about being so far away from London again, because look, look at all the lovely free plays. ;_;

One of the first things I did in 2010 (after going to bed at 5am and waking up at 10, completely unable to sleep) was some tidying and a bit of light washing up - so I'm taking it as a sign that it's going to be a year for conquering shit. Although I did go back to the mass of duvets once all my friends had woken up, and then I barely moved for the rest of the day, so it's swings and roundabouts I suppose?

(At the start of 2008, I was woken up by my friend's super-excited flatmate bouncing on the bed, then climbing in between us with his chilly limbs. 2009, I was dragged from sleep by a different friend continually getting up to vomit, coming back to bed and then getting up to vomit again. so, ah. Low-key, this year, for one thing.)


  1. Don't worry, we shall go seek plays for us to watch, you theatre whore you.

    I <3 the way you write. I a little jealous too. (grumble grumble)

    Let's go eat food together when we get back!

  2. Oh yes please, can we?? I had a look to see what's coming up at the Everyman/Playhouse and it's, well - not a whole lot, except Ghost Stories, about which I am unreally excited (I've had a ticket for some time) even though I will inevitably be a Giant Coward about the whole thing. There's a one-man show which looks fairly interesting? I love one-man shows. I hope this wasn't just an offhand offer, because I'll look mental responding so excitedly if it was, but you know...what can I say? I'm a theatre whore, after all! :D

    oh goodness me, what charming nonsense. I'm amazed you could make sense of my small-hours-scribblings (I'm not at my best at 4am), much less like it, but I'm grateful indeed. You have nothing to be jealous of, you lovely ponderer, you.

    Food sounds like a verrry good plan indeed. Likely shan't be back until near my first exam, which isn't until the 22nd, so I shall be sure & get in touch. looking forward to seeing you my dear! x

    p.s. or physical theatre...