Interview roundup and other assorted things

Well the interview was... interesting to say the least.
First off, they're all fucking mad. Secondly, the house they work from is really like a student house gone awry. "This is the blue room... we use it to store props and costumes and stuff in but that matress over there is for when guests sleep over and stuff... this is the white room. We usually practice in here but at the moment we have 2 German exchange students living in it..."
Thirdly, I was there for a really long time... turned up at quarter past 9 like they asked and didn't escape till just after 11, after numerous cups of tea and looking through the Ukranian work experience gir's photo album.
*head spins*
The interview itself was really long too and they kept asking me all sorts of fucking weird questions... I had to do mental arithmatic which astoundingly I actully got right. Name a dance troupe, the last performance you went to and enjoyed, what street is Carnegie hall on, name a dance troupe, 5 orchestras, who are the RAB?

I'm like... oh, ask me something hard why don't you? m(_ _)m~~#

Thank God they're artsy people though. At least they're more likely to go with gut than my ability to calculate VAT in my head...


Popped into town afterwards to pick up half the bits I need for KAT's christmas pressie. *rubs hands evilly* I just need to poke JR into getting one last part of it from eBay for me and we'll be all set.
Well, half all set. I need something else of Rachie but she can't find it so... I may have to buy a new one. ^^;;
I think it's gonna' be fun though... it's certainly making me laugh...

note to self

I need varnish and PVA glue... or maybe just varnish. *ponders* I really wish paint didn't chip off plastic so easily...

Man I wish I hadn't woken up so frigging early this morning... >.< I'm knackered now. *whines*

Feed me!

*From somewhere over yonder, evil cacking can be heard*

Wolvie: Oh yes... she must have found the varnish.

*LT wanders back looking smug and smelling vaguely of solvents*

LT: *Humming* ...have you ever considered, a Gnome for the home. [dugga-dum dugga-dum] Put him in the garden, plant him in the loam... [dugga-dum dugga-dum] He doesn't need a bath or frothy foam. His hair is solid, it doesn't need a comb...

Wolvie: You've not been doing perverted things to innocent toys again have you?

LT: *Looking innocent* Why would you say that?

Wolvie: Your hands are yellow.

LT: No comment.

Also, I'm trying really hard to "no comment" about the nekkid X2 rumours but, let's face it, it has to be commented upon.
Cause he's like... nekkid... as in... what they don't include in the movie better be in the DVD extras cause he's... well... as has been said... nekkid... ^________________^

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!

And no snow to curtail that inner exhibitionist this time around too. Oh yes. They tried in the first movie but getting chucked around in the snow while bare-assed strangely did not appeal to the man.
No such excuse now apparently.

Wolvie: This is going to lead to either a lot of angst or a lot of porn or indeed both at some point in my future, isn't it?

LT: Oh yes.

Wolvie: Can we stick primarily to the porn please? On the whole it leads to slightly less in the realms of immense physical pain. I mean obviously not totally, but usually... and I have enough problems as it is what with everybody always dying in really heart-wrenching ways and all...

LT: Baby

Round and round we go...

Feeling oddly ambivolent tonight. Dunno what's wrong with me. Well other than veering wildly between moods in a seemingly random and slightly anxious manner.
I'm twitchy and my knees ache O_o
I think it's cause I wore those other shoes today while pootling round town. I'm too used to wearing trainers and flat shoes and stuff. Heels threw me all out of whack.
I'm pondering going to have a nice long soak in a minute. The folks are watching Blade 2 but they're gonna' want to go to bed as soon as it's over and I'd guess it's edging that way now, meaning really I have to wait till they're done otherwise I'll get booted out of the bath halfway through.
Hate when that happens.

I'm still waitnig for this damned varnish to dry. I should have checked the drying time on the tin but I have a feeling it's a 12 hour job. Either that or it's slowly melting the plastic, one of the two.
Part of it's going to need a second coat though. It's not solid enough.

Oh, and despite how that earlier post may have looked it has nothing at all to do with gnomes, I just like humming the tune when I'm being evil (it's a remnant of my childhood, along with the alternate version of a life on the ocean wave and the mildly psychotic rendition of the jolly miller)

And now I'm going to go and hunt down candles and matches cause if you're going to lounge in the tub, lounge in style, damnit!

On the past...

One thing you have to remember is that I went to a very expensive school when I was young. My folks could only just about afford it but duly they sent us and from it I did get a very good primary education.
OK, granted I spent a lot of it at home being a hypochondriac, but when I did go I did very well.

After much poking and prodding from Rachael I was finally cajoled into looking to see if any of the evil demon spawn I went to school with were registered on the friends reunited website.
Dutifully I looked and it has to be said I am mildly intrigued by the results.
I found people. 6 that I remembered right off and another 4 that I knew the name but just couldn't rmemeber who the hell they were...
One of them I did remember though. A bloke by the name of Karl. Dumb as a brick, heavy as a rock, swift as a block of concrete.
His personal notes read "i am a trainee bricklayer. i drive a peugeot 106. get in touch if you no me"
And I read it and thought to myself... Christ allmighty. All that bloody money and he spells know with an "n-o"

Rebecca and her little sister Hannah... remembered them. Hanna's at the Convent and Rebecca is studying agriculture at Nottingham. Now there's a big-assed shock. Born on a farm, grew up on a farm, played on the farm, lived on a farm, loved the farm, had a deep obsession with horses.
Now she studies agriculture and I'm sure you can all see the deep shock written on my face.

Sean... Hated him at school, made my life a misery. Now he's unemployed in Manchester somewhere. HA!
I may be unemployed but at least it's not in fucking Manchester.
He's looking to reunite with all the other guys from school, presumably so they can carry on with that all-engrossing argument about football that lasted the entire 6 years I was there.

Rebecca W. Evil hockey playing bitch whore slapper cow. Looking for a bunch of people that definitely never went to school with me so must be from a later college. Didn't like her, don't frankly care.

Andre Kruger... No mention of his sister Karen (or Freddy as we knew her)... at Ratcliffe slogging his arse off I would guess at the start of his A-levels... and dear lord was he ever a little snot-nosed pain in the butt.

Looking down this list I see yet more people who's names are familiar but who's faces I cannot picture.
Jessica Chapman... has no notes though I think she was that blond one who had the wart...
Victoria... Know the name but I think she was evil and has become a repressed memory.
Nicola... had the weird feet.
Makes me remember why I hated school so much. Now all we need is Henry the world's biggest asshole, Nik the world's second biggest asshole, Adrian the git who wrote LCFC on anything that stood still long enough and Gemma the psychobitch stalker to make the rollcall of my school hell complete...

Yep... definitely glad I left.

At least my college peers, disparate and unusual lot that they may be, never decided that their opinion of me was best expressed by a total refusal to acknowledge my existance.

I'm strongly of the opinion that whoever said school days are the happiest days of your life was a hideous liar.
College days, now those I enjoyed. Illustrated by the fact that I only had 5 days off sick in 2 years and most of those were under duress... ^^;;