Well, the understudy anyway.
A guy I know from YouTube is doing a full fandub of The Wizard of Oz and I got the 'Secondary Cast' Witch - I'm so happy! I don't have time to be the principal one anyway but hopefully I'll get to do some of it. I'm just flattered that he picked me second out of four as the others are fabtabulous.
I'm feeling fairly Christmassy right now because college has been decorated to the absolute max. Decorations everywhere, including two Christmas trees in one building! It's awesome!
So, what happened today? Well... not a lot, to be quite honest. See, my life isn't usually as eventful as yesterday and I quite like it that way. (The dramatic times always seem to be - well, quite shit. Except for exciting drama, like when I see Cora, which of course I love.).
Anyway. I shall now proceed to tell you about my fairly mundane day. So I had history first lesson, as I usually do, and we watched a video about Spain... we've watched four videos now, and only one of them has been in English. It's great! Italian, French (ugh), English and Spanish; though I'd love to watch a video in Danish. That would be the absolute cool beans. Unfortunately we don't study Denmark, but then we don't study France either. The French video was some random French director guy who'd made a documentary about an impoverished Spanish village complete with wild idiots due to incest (that was so funny. Imagine a stupid-looking guy slowly poking his head out of a cave - maybe get your brother to do it and you'll see what I mean. No offence intended to your siblings). Such cheerful topics we study! Especially as we can look forward to the excitement of Nazi Germany next year. (Okay so I am looking forward to that, it's the most interesting thing I've studied in history in all my sixteen years of life).
(Just to clear something up before I continue; the reason I put "ugh" after French is because I studied it for five years, can barely string a sentence together (despite getting full marks in three of the four sections - at foundation though) and have decided it's not for me. I'm sure the language itself really is beautiful, just as everyone says it is... I just can't see it anymore.)
I also managed to have a complete coughing fit in history (luckily before we started watching the film.) Seriously, I'm talking can't breathe, drink doesn't help, makes-you-cry kind of coughing fit. My eyeliner was completely gone from my eye by the end of it - but, to add insult to injury, only one eye. And then, just to make it worse, I had another coughing fit in the library later - and the Henley College library is so ridiculously silent. How very embarrassing.
So after history, Hollie and I encountered our looooong free, just as we do every Thursday. She has the same free lessons as I do and on Thursdays we have lesson-free-lunch-free-lesson, so we do a hell of a lot of waiting around. For me, add the hour I wait around before college and the fifteen minute wait for the bus afterwards, and I wait around for five hours and thirty-five minutes on Thursdays. It can be so bloody boring if there's nobody to spend it with or no homework to do... see, this is how bored we are! Forced to do homework to occupy ourselves!
No, just kidding, of course.
But seriously.
Today we managed to occupy ourselves reasonably well though; there's this charity shop in Henley which has a bookshop attached, and the coffee machine there sells gorgeous hot chocolate for 50p - so much cheaper (and, incidentally, nicer tasting) than Starbucks. Though nothing beats a good old frappuccino.
Soooo. After that I headed off to the awesomeness of English, which really is better than a free - but you wouldn't believe the looks my friends gave me when I admitted that. I can't help being a nerd in English! I've never been a nerd before and I'm finding that I quite like feeling clever. Besides, as Hannah says, "I love it! I need more nerds in my classes." - and I quite like pleasing her - okay, sucking up - because she's grading my coursework, after all.
See, I've totally thought this through!
Aaand after English I lingered in the classroom until there was nobody left (I frequently do this - I like talking to Hannah and oh my God I actually do sound like an utter creepy nerd... when did that happen?!). Hannah was logging onto her computer to check her emails and she showed me her computer's wallpaper, i.e. the lead singer from Kasabian, whilst making the sort of growly noises one does to indicate sexiness. I have to say I agree with her there. Yum, and I said that to her - before adding that David Tennant was hotter. I mean come on! David Tennant is positively sex on legs. I would. But Hannah just looked at me and said "Oh. My. God." and disappeared through the door with a call of "Wait there a sec!". She returned alone, but she'd been looking for her friend Anna, who apparently also has a crush on Mr Tennant and has never met another human being who does. (What the hell? There are loads of people who love him!) I've actually already met Anna - she teaches the creative writing class I used to do on Friday lunchtimes but quit because Starbucks Friday was more inviting. Hannah mentions her to me a lot though, because apparently she's also a grammar freak. I must get talking to her someday... sounds like we have a lot in common!
So anyway, when Hannah came back we continued our conversation on the hotness of David Tennant until I went "But oh my God, you have to see Oliver Tompsett" and demanded that she look him up immediately. (I've mentioned him to her before - at the beginning of term we did interviews and picked names from a hat, except there was an uneven number so I ended up interviewing her and vice versa. It was great fun.) She looked him up and exclaimed "But he looks like David Tennant!"
He so doesn't! Look him up, if you haven't seen him. He really doesn't - although as Zoe said when I told her about this, "All the guys you like look the same."
Okay seriously. I can't help it if I have a very specific type. It is a very good looking type, you have to admit. And yes, Mono does look a hell of a lot like Oli Tompsett... but if you saw him, believe me, you'd react the same way as me.
So anyway, after Hannah had dropped bits of paper and pens and I'd picked them up for her and told her it was an epic putting-stuff-in-bag fail, we continued our conversation about hot people and I said I hugged Oli Tompsett when I'd met him. The following conversation ensued:
Me: I can't believe I did that. It's so embarrassing now. See, I'm not just a nerd!
Hannah: Yes, you're not just a nerd. You're crazy too.
Me: But that's why you like me.
Her: True. That's not all the reasons though; it's because you're so keen in my lessons.
Innit. Nerd right here.
When Hannah and I were concluding our conversation, I said to her "Sorry I kind of ramble on at you about random things," and she replied "No, it's very enjoyable! I like it."
And that's pretty much our whole conversation, excluding things about how I now think about how I talk in terms of Grice's Maxims, and how Cora and I have become adept at knowing what the other is saying without hearing voice intonation due to the fact that we've built our entire friendship on an Internet connection.
(Hannah's response to that was "Awww.")
Oh, and at lunchtime Lexi came up to me and asked me if I wanted to 'hang out' in my free tomorrow. I said yes, despite being... well, completely freaked out, but we'll have to see how it goes/what she wants. I refuse to believe she's just being friendly, it's just not her. Check back tomorrow for feedback on that!
When I got home I actually managed to get inspiration for songwriting for the first time in about a month, and although I'm not finished yet, so far it's looking a bit like it's written about Edward Cullen. That was obviously not intentional so I'm a bit worried now - is Twilight stalking me?
I believe that's it for today. I'm still trying to get my old phone number to my new SIM card after my bag managed to lock my phone last Friday; imagine being without a phone for almost a week. Not good. Trust my wisdom.
Marion's just emailed me the set list for the concert... only thirteen days to go!
And bloody hell, twenty songs. Oh well, I'm excited already!
Molly x
P.S. I have opened days two and three (and one, obviously) on my advent calendar. Vanessa Hudgens' face is no more.
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