Student Again

Soooooooo…it looks like I’m moving to London this year.  “Déjà vu” I hear you say? Yes, but this time I’m going no matter what.  I have been accepted (again) to CSSD, but the only difference is this year it is an outright place as opposed to on the reserves and having to wait months to find out what my fate is. 

I have had quite a hectic time of it this year – what with auditions almost every month of the year.  This has led to quite a stressful year, but there have been quite a few up sides.  Firstly, I got to go to London…a lot.  Secondly, I found heaven in the form of a night at the theatre seeing Ghost the Musical.  Did that one both times I was down and let me tell you, it was a major cry-snot fest both times. And most importantly…I got to see my wife!!!  She moved down to London at the beginning of the year and since leaving uni I haven’t been able to see her every day of the year for at least 19 hours a day.  This has been quite a shock to the system let me tell you, but not the last couple of months. Back to inappropriate accents (especially for multi-cultural London), inappropriate conversations - mainly a lot of innuendo over a Valentine’s day dinner (amazing what a creepy ;) in a text can do) and very loud bedtimes, but not in that way (get your minds out of the gutter).

It’s gotten to that point where I’m thinking, “Christ, you literally have nothing to say.  Why are you writing this?” And then it goes onto, “Why did you write that? People don’t care about your inner ramblings!” But, I digress. Although it is true, I don’t really have much to say.  I have been living extremely quietly up in Dingwall (when I’m not down in London). Working in a call centre which is an absolute hoot let me tell you.  There’s nothing I like more than being abused on a daily basis by ignorant so and so’s.  But I can’t really say much about that for fear of getting fired if I do.  And as I may have mentioned I need to save all the pennies I can because I was accepted to CSSD.  Ah yes, I did mention that.  Never mind. 

Well, I think I’ll leave it short and sweet this time.  I have a feeling I may be updating you all with the goings on of the search for funding as it could be a long few months, but that’s just something for you all to look forward to.  I bet you are waiting with bated breath.

Don’t.

Home

I’m back.  You’re probably thinking:

“My goodness, he hasn’t done anything in ages.”

And you’d be right in every sense. 

My life has just been one huge adventure since graduating and I am about to tell all. Here goes.  The day after graduation I moved out of my flat in Glasgow (nice big city, lots to do, many friends and a great job there) and back home with my parents in Dingwall (tiny town, nothing to do, no friends and unemployment).  As you can probably tell my excitement at this was immeasurable - mainly because it was non existent. 

Now don’t get me wrong, being at home with my family is lovely.  Proper dinners, actual heating instead of extra layers, clothes getting washed etc. and obviously spending time with them all.  The problem is, I used to only see them about once a month and I used to look forward to it, but when you are spending all your time with them you realise the saying is true – absence really does make the heart grow fonder. 

Another thing I dislike about Dingwall is the fact it took me about 2 months to get a job…in a call centre. 

“What are you doing with your degree, Raymond? Oh, I work in a call centre.”

Not exactly what I had in mind when I started uni. It also couldn’t be any further from the theatre if it tried either.  No drama, not much hilarity and there are never any musicals on. But, I have to remember it is just a stop-gap to get me to London in September. Yes you observant lot, it appears I shall be re-auditioning for postgrads again because nobody wanted to give me any money last year to go. Shocking.

This state of affairs has led me to drink around about a bottle of wine each night now. Up side - it’s not binging if you do it every night; downside – it’s verging on alcoholism.  Another upside is I very rarely feel hung-over the next day now. Score.

I’m getting to that point where I have nothing else to tell you again.  I told you I’d done lots since moving back home. Get up, work, come home, eat dinner, go to bed, repeat. I literally cannot contain myself.  Well, I’m off.  If anything exciting happens I shall let you know, but I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.