'I can't control them, they're like animals.'

Tonight started by learning two, 50's South American Advert Jingles with Bishop. Playing on the ZI-LA-PHONE (I'm aware this is spelt wrong, OK!? Continue) and singing the lyrics of these obscene adverts, with accents.

The gentlespoons then came in to greet the ladies. That's Ollie, Bertie and Lauren(s).. Yeah.
Shweet.. all our assessments are done!! Which means we could smoke and speak as loud as we liked without thinking of Stephen Douse's angry face, watching over us as we kill ourselves..

There was a bit of a stampeed in the kitchen at some point... for some reason, which I do not know. No, I do not know why. I do not.

Still tonight, am I adding to my playlist, list, list, for this weekend. Sheet moosik for shweet saturday night?

It's 00:32 and I'm still in my clothes. I should be in snuggly, snuggly PigJarmars. Snooze socks.

I've got a tube of tinfoil ready for a day of impro/story telling/radio play... oh and my harmonica.
Dear me.

I should sleep.

Just a short blog tonight it seems. Listening to Moby - Why does my heart feel so bad?
Is good, yah?

I have back-ache. And I just consumed a whole packet of ROUGH OATCAKES!!
Bit dry but a good amount of salt.

Brush tooths!
Change clothes!
Lock door!
Turn laptop off!
Set alarm!
Think!
Think a bit more!
Think about sleeping!
Sleep.
Wake.
FUCK WHERE ARE MY BLACKS?

That was not a racist remark about dark skinned people! I am a drama student and we call our black clothing, for short, "blacks."

I have pissed Kenneth off!!

I am a bad person. I have managed to throw my Chinese flat-mate into a fit of rage. He is pissed off.
I was, so innocently, making banana pancakes for my dear friends.. not innocent because I used Kenneth's utensils... Bowl, Spoon, Spatularrrrrr. etc. etc. The RED WINE has well and truly been emptied on the kitchen counter. Red, red mess. It's stained my fruit& fibreee cereal box. Yeesh.

I run and hide in my room. My heart pounds. I think he's out to get me.

I cleared the side of his food sachets earlier today, in order to make clean banana pancakes.
I was going to wash his bowl up but I was just too stoned  focused on my essays.

Kenneth, I'm reaching out to you, I'm genuinely sorry. And I'm hungry but I daren't creep into the kitchen to make myself some munch.

I have done wrong.
Seriously.

Feeling guilty in my room now, listening to Kate Bush. Wishing I had some food.
23:27, Why am I awake, oh why?

I know why.

Hungry at 23:28.

Should get up now and brush my teeth, remove my face and get into bed. Snooze.

But... I'm hungry. And terrified.

Hello Friday, how are you?

Jebus, what a week!
Thank the Devil herself that it is Friday. The weekend is finally here.

After a somewhat emotional/heavy-going movement lesson, we manically rehearsed Chris' 'SUM' piece. Which ended up lookin' pretty shweet.

Movement was outrageous/fantastic/brilliant/splendid/tiring/exhausting.
Tears!! Even tears.

Just about managed to make it to the end of the day, come home, eat some fucking good Alaskan Smoked Salmon, and have Ollie, Bertie, Luc', Jane, Ellie around for festivities.
We made pasta. Nice. We made tea. Nice.
Jane and me had a sneaky, secret KitKat munch! Sneaaaaak.
I missed him, of course. Hands up to that one.
Guilty.

Then my boy Luke popped around and we had some more tea and some cuddles and some talkings and words and stuff. Vocab is awesome tonight.

This week has been HARD!!
On my last legs, only two weeks to go till we finish for summer.
That will be 1 YEAR OF DRAMA SCHOOL!? HOW!? HOW!?

It's 3:38am, I'm still awake; chewing gum: drinking water (luke warm): smoking: thinking and listening to Jack Johnson. Shweet.

What do I go to bed thinking of tonight?
I know the actual answer. I'll think up a new thought for sleep.
Perhaps I'll count sheep. One, Two, Zzzzzzzz.
That won't work.
I feel another nightmare coming my way.
Just remembered I worked so hard to make my throat better, now it's fucked.

Tomorrow TO-DO:
Write essay
Tidy
Go for a walk on beach
Write
Watch a film
Make banana pancakes for Ollieee.
Spliff.
Chew gum.
Drink tea.
Text Joey.
BE OK!!!!

Think Daisy, you're seeing your mother soon!! That'll cheer you right up.
Chin up, kid.

Jodie Marsh Quote : "You're doing well, kid."
Thanks Joderrrs.

Over & Out Mate.
ZzzzZZZzzzZZzZZZZZZZZZZzzZz

That'll do pig.

Few thoughts before slumberrrRRRR..
Ipswich.
Train tickets.
Soap.
Frantic Assembly.
Packing.

Oh Eliza.

How very apt..

Drunk? Pissed? Wasted? Trashed?

He was oven doored last night
She was well quilted
Mate, I was kettle switch flicked
I was totally off my platform.
Tonight, I'm gonna get moisturised
We're gonna get fish-fingered
Were you drunk? Drunk's not the word, I was coat-hangered
I'm going to drink enough to get me leather-bagged
I'm really bubbled
I'm gonna be off my candlestick