Ah, the things life throws at us.

Oh my God, day.
That's like saying 'Oh my God, tune' (aka 'choon'), if you consider that it means 'what a tune' instead of 'this is a great tune'.
I should really have just said 'Oh my God, what a day'.
Got up at 6.50, which wouldn't have been so bad if I'd got an early, sober night the night before.
Truth of the matter is, I went to a Seth Lakeman concert at the Opera House last night (and bought a T-shirt, meaning I subsequently returned home with my future surname printed across my chest. It's possible!) and had enjoyed myself so much, I thought now would be the right time to crack open a celebratory drink to prevent the merriment ending.
A bottle of cheap red later, I found myself in my flatmate's room with him and two other lads listening to tween rock, metal and everything inbetween over YouTube, reading Zoo (???) and generally acting a little bit like a man.
It was 3.30 am.
Anyway, so this morning I got up, had a bit of a headache, managed to find my way to Flick's house - our location.

Oh My God I didn't tell you about THE PREDICAMENT.
We were all set to do a piece based on Jeff Wall's 'Insomnia', when, about a day and a half before shooting, we came into the knowledge that one of the projects last year was not only based on the same picture, it also used many of the techniques and followed a similar narrative to the one we had meticulously planned.
So it was back to the drawing board, and, through the tireless work of a few members of the group (ahem - Thom), we managed to scrabble together a concept based on a sequence of photographs by Cindy Sherman called 'Untitled Film'.

So. Today was basically a nightmare. Our ideas were sketchy and we had from about ten til 3.30 to do the whole thing.
I did lighting. It was AWETHUM. Yes, I did screw up a couple of shots for everyone, yes, I kept losing my gloves, yes I did burn myself several times, but to feel like I was doing something useful - OMGZ! Best feeling in the world.
Anyway, after drying up several times, eating comically gross food and coining the shot name 'rape cam' (as opposed to 'cock's-eye-view' from the last project), we finally scraped together enough footage and escaped in time.
We had an ace taxi driver to bring us home.

But yeah, about half an hour before the end of shooting, I turned my phone on (SLAP your wrist, Caz) and found I had 2 texts, one from my dear friend Reece, and the other from Mike of BU PARTS. Reece informed me that tomorrow at 9.30, I'll be involved in his group's project.
I love acting in other peoples' projects but always feel bad when I mess them up.
I was really excited until I read Mike's text.
I quote:
'All cast rehearsal tonight in the Allesbrook at 7pm. We're gonna sing Sit Down You're Rockin The Boat. BO-YAH! X'
Oh dear. A ten o'clock Guys and Dolls rehearsal finish, from which I will return on a high and unable to sleep.
A nine-thirty start tomorrow and dang-nabbit I don't even know where we're meeting.
Death on a stick.

On the upside, I've tidied my room, and have done half my essay.
On the downside, I need to do my washing and washing up, I'm out of SoCo and I have half an essay still to write.
And the sound guy's not single :(
And I'm hungry.
And I'm getting fat.
And I can't run anymore.
And my ribs still hurt from freshers' flu.
And my hair's greasy and I'm sweaty from standing under a blazing light holding up a gel because we had no gaffer tape.

But wait - it's all Ok 'cos I swear to GOD Seth Lakeman looked at me and winked last night.
He so winked at someone, and I was the only young person on the front row, and everyone else was being really boring.
And I was wearing a low-cut top.
Oo! Maybe we WILL get married!

Don't poop my party, I need to cheer myself up.

Anyway, buh-bye. I'll probably tell you all about B1's shoot tomorrow and how much better it was apart from me fucking it up and people not being my friend anymore :(

xxx