so THAT interview is tomorrow. holding my breath. horribly daunting.

interview was smooth and informal and great

now i just wait!

if all this fails i have warwick

GOT INTO CENTRAL SCHOOL OF SPEECH & DRAMA

almost cried. longer celebratory post laterzzzzz!!!

woah reading up in detail for the first proper time on future uni…i cant wait to do the course but i caannoott wait to be an alumni because i’ll then be in the same (or similar whatever) boat as andrew garfield, judi dench, dawn french, christopher eccleston and more …eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

yolo

because i’m lazy, this will be relatively short and sweet.

tonight i went to a piece of immersive theatre, ‘shelf-life’. it was the experience of life, from birth to death. having been told about it by a few friends, to say the least i was scared shitless. for some reason i didn’t want to do it…but with a handy discount from uni i couldn’t back out.

(this all takes place in one four-floor building)

after being pulled through a giant vagina (yeah), we went through kindergarten to high school to university. before we knew it we were at a uni friend’s wedding…then we were middle aged. our souls were represented in a white balloon we carried around everywhere. death was (literally) following us around…..and soon we were in a nursing home. the next thing i knew, my friend was dying. i saw her white balloon slowly deflate and fall to the ground and my heart broke.

events were written by ‘characters’ in our little records of achievement, and this friend of mine had a full booklet. mine was barely full.

by the time we left the building i was so emotionally drained. talk about theatre changing people…i ironically say yolo, but to be honest, i just wish i could have gone through the show/experience again and change what i said, what happened, who i spoke to.

so this ‘dead’ friend and myself are now official yolo-ers. and not in a stupid way… we’re only at the university stage now and i don’t want to say in 30 years that my ‘record of achievement’ is empty. no major job, life events, people.

so if you’re in london, you have 3 days to go to this show and (hopefully) it’ll have some effect.

life’s short, say what you feel

yolo, everyone. yolo.

(Source: halfcutcompany.co.uk)

yolo kind of

i went to see it again…this time with a friend who had never seen it

and so…last time i wished i could have done it again but damn it i died in my 20s and went throughout with a black balloon seeing my friend’s living on.

it was surprisingly less depressing,

but still pretty depressing.

i hate that i can never be bothered to write anything here and that i don’t reflect enough on my time here. but nevertheless..a catch up…

in case it never came up, lately i’ve been so grateful to be where i am, studying what i love. until recently i didn’t fully appreciate the opportunities i’m getting here but one particular little thing i came across by mistake has altered my view on everything.  

after spontaneously deciding to participate in a workshop at uni this evening i found that i soon may be involved in a performance based around conflict. really made me think about physical conflict, emotional and personal conflict…but what is giving me butterflies is the style it could be performed in; a durational thing and in a style that i have always wanted to perform in but never ever thought i’d get the chance to (see pina bausch)

i’m excited and on edge…so much work to be done but this possibility is keeping me going