The madness of the first semester is over. Two assessed performances, one 2,500 word essay and a lot of cigarolles in the space of seven days and I'm now home for Christmas. Just the small matter of a 2,000 word essay, a one-hour exam and a 5-minute presentation to think about over the festive period. I guess I gotta let the madness begin again.
Everything went well in the end - my freak show for Representing was received well, as were them all: every single person who had to undertake a solo performance did brilliantly. Then came the essay which a lot of people struggled with, myself included, but it was in on time and inside the word limit. Finally came the assessed performance for Ways that I directed, and aside from a slight lighting error that was due to a slip by the technician it all went smoothly too. The relief after that was over was brilliant, I can tell you.
It's weird that I'm now halfway through my undergraduate degree. It's amazing how quickly 15 months go when you're having fun. And fun is the word - uni is quite simply the greatest experience ever. So long as you get the right balance between your work and your social life, it will be the best three/four/five/ten years of your life, depending on your course. This semester I haven't quite got it right, I won't lie - it's why I've returned to Gloucestershire and felt tired, burnt out and struggled to wind down properly. Next semester will be different: I'm going to get myself into a proper routine and get the balance right again. It's my overall resolution. I've given up smoking for Christmas so when I return to uni in January I will find it easier to say no and be a social smoker once more.
The cat has just decided to sit down beside my laptop. Could be worse, could be sitting ON my laptop. Which he did attempt to do until I stopped him. I won't lie, I've missed my cat - as cute and cuddly Boris is, nothing beats the company of Raz. He's gone now :(
I'm also now involved in my 10th musical in 9 years, after a lack of male cast prompted me to answer (ironically) a distress call from the director of Titanic. Have to say though, it's great to be back in the CPA and performing again. Now to prepare myself for the intensive rehearsal period after Christmas - joy of joys haha.
I came up with the corniest line ever in church the other night - not happy at all with myself: 'Lord, we pray that this Christmas we would feel your prescence - as we open our presents'. Yeah, I couldn't quite believe I said it either. I quickly finished praying thereafter to avoid embarrassment.
So many gigs coming up to think about attending - Mastodon, Alestorm, Rise to Remain and Korn, all coming before the Jager Tour featuring Skindred, Therapy? and Black Spiders. I also need to find the money for Donington, Knebworth or both for 2012 - big year for music I reckon.
Right, that's about it. A Merry Christmas to all of you and a Happy New Year too, if I don't post again before then.
Laters xx
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