Monday, August 07, 2006
I Can't Speil My Own Name
So, this one time I was replying to an email, and I tried typing out 'Lynette'. It didn't work.
L-Y-E-N... No.... not lenny-lynette... That's not my name, you can't wear it out.. Anyway, *dances to Big Bear Trap*
Lenny's got herself a bright fluro kind of pink ukelele that has to be seen to be believed. Well, you can probably imagine it, but I'll put up photos soon.
School at the moment is rather drab, and I've been filled with fabricating major work logbooks and - sigh. My breaks at the moment from truanting on practise exams are: drama and writing. Drama (group) is tiring, and we've been working really hard, and Rowe likes it, having seen it today. It's a relief. The assessment is on Wednesday, we're performing it for parents and friends on Friday... We're trying to see if we can scrounge together the end of Backbench Politics as well... it may not happen. Ha, most likely not. Oh well. It would be cool to see everyone's IPs, cause it's probably the only chance.
So working on group is a nice break from all the written school work, and my other thing is writing, as I've got two stories milling in my head at the moment, but I'm launching onto the severitus one.. hmm..
Tonight we saw The Seven Stages of Grieving. A lot more of it makes sense in performance (we study it for Australian Theatre in drama), and there were some things I got, such as the melting ice throughout the entire play metaphor that weren't actually in this production.
It was pretty powerful, and some of my favourite parts (yes, I'm going to ruin it for you), were when The Woman said "We're black and we're here." Adding something like 'that's how it'll be forever'. Also, the 'sorry in the sky' for the Bridge walk, and the deep conviction she had when talking about "Reconciliation isn't something you read or write. It's something you do."
So true.
As it was openin' night, there were lots of celebs all around. My fellow drama-ohs were all excited and giggling, whereas I just wanted to hide. We saw a lot of actors from Capricornia (the actress for Seven Stages was in that), Deborah Mailman was there, we got introduced to a famous Shakespearian trained Indigenous performer after the show, and there was one woman who was more than suspiciously similar to .. well, someone on Big Brother. Casey and DJ knew who it was. And, after the show, I saw her up close (exactly as I saw her on Rove). So, anyway, people exist. And known persons are just people too. And I feel all awkward about giggling and talking and trying to guess if and where they really are you who think they are. When Rowe was saying we have to meet this man ... I didn't want to. I mean, he has his own life, and unless in 20 years we're famous and could say 'meeting him was my inspiration', it doesn't really do anything. Rowe was saying 'what a real honour' after, and I suppose that's true. But I'd hate it if I met Someone Famous and got all super giggly or tried to be cool or *shudders*. So, I just let them be, and in my naturally anti-social self, just retreat, happy to watch silently from the sidelines.
More interesting tonight was one of the ushers. He was so Harry.
Another pet hate? The 'nice' 'polite' voices people put on. You know, your voice pitch increases a few tones - your telephone voice, the voice of Pizza Hut Call Centre people, the voice you put on at Target and then screamed to yourself after... Yes, it's only when you notice it in yourself.
Got to go. ¶ 11:02 PM
L-Y-E-N... No.... not lenny-lynette... That's not my name, you can't wear it out.. Anyway, *dances to Big Bear Trap*
Lenny's got herself a bright fluro kind of pink ukelele that has to be seen to be believed. Well, you can probably imagine it, but I'll put up photos soon.
School at the moment is rather drab, and I've been filled with fabricating major work logbooks and - sigh. My breaks at the moment from truanting on practise exams are: drama and writing. Drama (group) is tiring, and we've been working really hard, and Rowe likes it, having seen it today. It's a relief. The assessment is on Wednesday, we're performing it for parents and friends on Friday... We're trying to see if we can scrounge together the end of Backbench Politics as well... it may not happen. Ha, most likely not. Oh well. It would be cool to see everyone's IPs, cause it's probably the only chance.
So working on group is a nice break from all the written school work, and my other thing is writing, as I've got two stories milling in my head at the moment, but I'm launching onto the severitus one.. hmm..
Tonight we saw The Seven Stages of Grieving. A lot more of it makes sense in performance (we study it for Australian Theatre in drama), and there were some things I got, such as the melting ice throughout the entire play metaphor that weren't actually in this production.
It was pretty powerful, and some of my favourite parts (yes, I'm going to ruin it for you), were when The Woman said "We're black and we're here." Adding something like 'that's how it'll be forever'. Also, the 'sorry in the sky' for the Bridge walk, and the deep conviction she had when talking about "Reconciliation isn't something you read or write. It's something you do."
So true.
As it was openin' night, there were lots of celebs all around. My fellow drama-ohs were all excited and giggling, whereas I just wanted to hide. We saw a lot of actors from Capricornia (the actress for Seven Stages was in that), Deborah Mailman was there, we got introduced to a famous Shakespearian trained Indigenous performer after the show, and there was one woman who was more than suspiciously similar to .. well, someone on Big Brother. Casey and DJ knew who it was. And, after the show, I saw her up close (exactly as I saw her on Rove). So, anyway, people exist. And known persons are just people too. And I feel all awkward about giggling and talking and trying to guess if and where they really are you who think they are. When Rowe was saying we have to meet this man ... I didn't want to. I mean, he has his own life, and unless in 20 years we're famous and could say 'meeting him was my inspiration', it doesn't really do anything. Rowe was saying 'what a real honour' after, and I suppose that's true. But I'd hate it if I met Someone Famous and got all super giggly or tried to be cool or *shudders*. So, I just let them be, and in my naturally anti-social self, just retreat, happy to watch silently from the sidelines.
More interesting tonight was one of the ushers. He was so Harry.
Another pet hate? The 'nice' 'polite' voices people put on. You know, your voice pitch increases a few tones - your telephone voice, the voice of Pizza Hut Call Centre people, the voice you put on at Target and then screamed to yourself after... Yes, it's only when you notice it in yourself.
Got to go. ¶ 11:02 PM
