Post Graduation

So, as per usual, it has been a long time since I have told you what is going on in my life.  Well, the big old graduation has been and gone, I am no longer a student.  I’m now merely an unemployed person.  Great.  Job hunting has been a lot of fun, let me tell you.  It’s always good to apply to hundreds of jobs and get rejections from almost every one of them.  Then you get the joy of that one interview.  This could be it.  A job is within your reach.  Then you go to the interview and all you words appear to trip up between your brain and your mouth and there just appears to be a devastating pile up when they come out.  Suffice it to say I did not get that job, especially after my weird exclamation that my desk would be neat because I like all my items to be at right angles to the edge of the desk.  If that isn’t a factor that says employ me this instant I don’t know what is.

On a slightly brighter note, you may remember me going for an audition in London for a music theatre postgrad.  Well, having gone months without hearing anything and assuming that it was a big fat no, I got an offer to start in September on Friday.  This is an amazing achievement for me and I couldn’t be happier, unfortunately while I thought it was a no I did nothing about funding so I have no money to pay tuition fees and live.  Now I am frantically emailing and phoning any organisation that may give me money.  Not going to well so far given I started on a Saturday.  Lets hope somebody will come through and help.  This is something I cannot give up on before I have even started yet because of something as simple as having no money. 

I have even started looking for flat shares which is getting me extremely excited.  It can also be quite amusing given some of the requirements: Smoking – fine, student – fine, DSS – fine, but you must be South Indian.  OK.  Well, now that I have started my weird ramble again I have realised I have nothing else to say so you are, once again, going to leave disappointed by my boring life.  However, if you enjoyed the read please feel free to give me some money.  Every little helps after all.

Hopefully the next time I speak to you it will be from London.  Fingers crossed.

My Hectic Life

I turned on my computer so that I could do something relatively productive.  And lo and behold, here I am with a 150g bag of kettle chips writing a blog about me sitting here eating a 150g bag of kettle chips and writing a blog.  I feel this may take quite some time to write as well given every time I have a crisp I feel the need to make sure my hands are clean enough to touch my keyboard.  You would see the irony in this statement if you could see the state of the room I’m currently writing this in. 

So, it’s been quite a while since I last wrote anything.  You must be anxious to find out what’s happening in my life.  I can feel it already.  Well, I have a pretty hectic couple of weeks coming up what with uni deadlines, auditions and a show.  Uni deadline I’m kind of on top of because it’s only 60% of your dissertation you have to hand in.  I’m nearly there, unfortunately, for the person reading the 60%, it is not in any way a good read.  They don’t say it’s meant to be good, just as long as there is 60% there.  BAM!

The audition is an entirely different matter.  I am so unprepared it’s unreal.  Given it’s in six days is not helping with stress levels.  For some reason they feel it’s necessary to hear two monologues, four songs, and a devised piece.  Seriously?  What is the need for that much?  Anyway, I still don’t know one of my monologues (a Shakespearean one at that), I keep flitting between songs that I’m going to sing, which is not conducive to good practice sessions, and I can’t seem to find the devised piece I wrote about three months ago.  So all roads lead to this being an awful audition.  Oh and on a side note, I am on the reserve list for the school I auditioned for in London, very happy about that.  The other problem I have with the audition is that it falls on the same day as our dress rehearsal for Carousel.  This means I have a 9-5 audition (if I’m lucky enough to get a call back) and then dress rehearsal from 7-whenever it finishes.  Long, long day. 

Which leads me nicely onto the joy that is our production of Carousel.  I really do think it’s going to be a good show.  We are looking far better than we did this time last year, given we have managed to get through the whole show twice now, whereas last year we were still unsure of one scene the night before opening night.  Always a good place to be in.  To anyone in Glasgow or East Kilbride area that reads this, make sure you come along - it should be worth the money - which isn’t something I usually say, believe me. 

Well I don’t really have anything else to say to you all.  I feel I have procrastinated for long enough and should really do some proper work.  It may be a long time before I make another post given after the next two weeks I may just go into hibernation. 

Cheery-bye

I Think I'm Going Through The Menopause

That got your attention, eh?

OK so I think I must be going through the change.  Yes, the menopause.  You know the thing middle aged women go through?  This is the only logical (or close to acceptable) reason why I would cry so much.  It takes nothing for me to get a lump in my throat, examples of this are standing ovations, adverts, books, songs, tv shows, and the list goes on.  Now, don’t get me wrong, sometimes this is completely fine, but other times it is just downright ridiculous. 

Friday night was an example of an acceptable time to cry.  I was in London for an audition on Thursday and since we were there (my flatmate Fiona came with me) we decided to go see a show on Friday before returning to Glasgow.  What to see?  The choices were endless but nothing was taking our fancy so we picked a new musical which neither of us new about, Love Story.  Now, we didn’t know it was a film beforehand therefore didn’t know plot or anything.  Bad decision.  Always be prepared.  90 minute show with no interval; 45 minutes of joy and hilarity, 45 minutes of heart-wrenching sorrow.  How could the writer possibly give this 25 year old leukaemia and die.  She was only just married.  They were trying for a family.  Fair enough, they told us at the beginning of the show she died, but not like that.  This was my legitimate crying time.  A good 45 minutes of cry snot. 

Now, tonight I have discovered the joys of Into the Heights, a new musical about Puerto Ricans in America.  It is amazing.  I didn’t know anything about the story but downloaded a few songs.  Already I have cried.  Some lady died, I didn’t know her, don’t know her part in the story, but sentimental old me cried.  I cried.  Then I listened to another more up-beat song came on.  An amazing bass line, a real summer song, and I got a lump in my throat I was so excited by it.  How can this happen?  Music has this weird hold over me.  No matter what is on I cannot control my emotions.

So you see this is part of the reason I think I must be going through the menopause.  No control of my emotions.  Have you ever met a woman during the menopause?  Now, apologies anyone actually going through/gone through it, but I’d rather not have prolonged periods of time with you, (unless you’re my mother reading this, because I love you lots and lots and lots) you are crazy creatures.  I don’t think I’m crazy, I just think I have the emotional side of the menopause.  Is this possible?

Oh God, another good chord progression just occurred and my stomach did a flip.  Seriously you should see the smile on my face, it’s outrageous. 

I hate to tell you this now that you have gotten this far in.  But – and I am truly sorry about this – I have nothing else to say.  I wasn’t feeling well today so stayed at home and I have only just now got bored so wrote this.  I will have a purposeful post one day.  Just keep holding out for it.  Just you wait.  It will blow your mind.  One day.