Last night at BPs, I was aksed what I was planning to write about on my blog today. I replied that I would figure that out when it came to me on the bus this morning. Unfortunately, my entire bus ride this morning was thinking up nasty names for the idiot of a bus driver who was ten minutes late, causing me to end up about 20 minutes late for classes. Grrr.
I was also impressed last night that within the first five minutes of me talking with Anne, she managed to work both the words "poops" and "shithouse" into the conversation. Anne, you have a gift. It's a rare talent.
I was also asked last night if I was in rehersals for any shows currently. And, in fact, I will be soon. Rehersals for The Vagina Monologues begin in January, and the show goes up on February 14th. It's a one-shot thing, so if you want to come, it's going to have to be that night. I would encourage you all to come - and not just because I like having my own private fan club - but because the content of the show is amazing. If you've never read the V-Monolouges, you have no idea of what you are missing. You will literally laugh so hard your stomach muscles will hurt, and you will cry at the absolute brutality of war crimes. You will empathize with certain stories, and others will just leave you gazing in amazement. Plus, you get to hear your favourite Pixie talk about vaginas, on stage, in a British accent. What's not to love?
Well that's all my time for today. My break is up and I must back to the horrors of classes. Only one more today, and then I get to go to the bookstore. Mmmm, books... Happy thoughts....
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Home now, and since it's still the same day, I'm just going to continue on this post. Whee. So I, perhaps foolishly, went shopping this afternoon. Without going home first, it should be mentioned. Oh my god my shoulders hurt! Stupid, bloody, heavy, text-book filled, falling apart backpack. Sigh. That wasn't smart, was it? I didn't think so. On the plus side, I got the last part of Rob's bday present, my sister's Christmas present, the Secret Santa present for the party on the 18th (and oooh, it's pretty - thanks going out to Shae for helping me find it), and something for Anne, because.. it was just meant to be. Tired now. Going to go lie in front on the tv and watch Buffy. Maybe I'll be productive and wrap presents... maybe I've been productive enough for one day. No, must work on Marx bio tonight *whip* Blah. I'm tired. I feel as though I need to be rescued from the incredible mundane-ness that my life is becoming. It's kind of scary. Family photos tommorow morning. Ugh. Familial torture - the worst kind, because it's hard to say no to your mother. Right, leaving again now. So.... tired....
I was also impressed last night that within the first five minutes of me talking with Anne, she managed to work both the words "poops" and "shithouse" into the conversation. Anne, you have a gift. It's a rare talent.
I was also asked last night if I was in rehersals for any shows currently. And, in fact, I will be soon. Rehersals for The Vagina Monologues begin in January, and the show goes up on February 14th. It's a one-shot thing, so if you want to come, it's going to have to be that night. I would encourage you all to come - and not just because I like having my own private fan club - but because the content of the show is amazing. If you've never read the V-Monolouges, you have no idea of what you are missing. You will literally laugh so hard your stomach muscles will hurt, and you will cry at the absolute brutality of war crimes. You will empathize with certain stories, and others will just leave you gazing in amazement. Plus, you get to hear your favourite Pixie talk about vaginas, on stage, in a British accent. What's not to love?
Well that's all my time for today. My break is up and I must back to the horrors of classes. Only one more today, and then I get to go to the bookstore. Mmmm, books... Happy thoughts....
***
Home now, and since it's still the same day, I'm just going to continue on this post. Whee. So I, perhaps foolishly, went shopping this afternoon. Without going home first, it should be mentioned. Oh my god my shoulders hurt! Stupid, bloody, heavy, text-book filled, falling apart backpack. Sigh. That wasn't smart, was it? I didn't think so. On the plus side, I got the last part of Rob's bday present, my sister's Christmas present, the Secret Santa present for the party on the 18th (and oooh, it's pretty - thanks going out to Shae for helping me find it), and something for Anne, because.. it was just meant to be. Tired now. Going to go lie in front on the tv and watch Buffy. Maybe I'll be productive and wrap presents... maybe I've been productive enough for one day. No, must work on Marx bio tonight *whip* Blah. I'm tired. I feel as though I need to be rescued from the incredible mundane-ness that my life is becoming. It's kind of scary. Family photos tommorow morning. Ugh. Familial torture - the worst kind, because it's hard to say no to your mother. Right, leaving again now. So.... tired....
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