Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The Wolf Returns.

Comments! 13th August Hevn: I know, but it's hard to keep that in mind when you can't escape from your feelings, heh ^_^; Mimmi: With Romeo and Juliet and Herstmonceux out of the way, things should quieten down a lot from now. Hence why I'm actually here, heh. And I wish I didn't have to feel like that, either >.> James: Yeah. Being human isn't such a bad thing after all ^_~ elfpirate: I'm sure I could argue that point, but everyone has their own reasons for wanting or not wanting to get into a relationship. The problem is, like you said, that once you've made a decision, things always come along to compromise it. The main thing is to be sure that you do what's right for you, even if it perhaps means going back on what you've already decided. There's nothing wrong with changing your mind, if you're ready. 16th August molletta: *hugs* Bruises themselves don't make me happy, but in a way I like the stories I get to tell about them. Old war wounds, and all that ^_^ Monkey Orange: Rest is something I'll be working on for the next week or so. I'd hope to expect much more activity in me from now on, heh. Pyro: I'd have loved to have done a shot like that. Had we had time to film a whole load of out-takes, I'd have had so much fun... Still, I'm sure there'll be plenty more opportunities for things like that, hehe. Hello everyone ^_^ Sorry it’s been so long. [I actually wrote this up yesterday but couldn't post it. Damn notwork...] I guess I’d be stating the obvious if I said I was still recovering- it’s pretty much a staple phrase in every one of my posts at the moment that I’ve been doing something ridiculously strenuous in my absence. Burning the candle at both ends I have been, and feeling the effects I also do, considerably. Well, er… I’m not entirely sure where to start. It’s been a long time and my social anxiety with regards to OB and MyO has flared up again despite knowing there’s no reason for it. Of course, actually being able to access the site in the first place would be handy- this is on MS Word at the moment… Anyway, filming with Pyro was great fun and I’d love to do it again sometime, once I know when I’ll have some time off and when she won’t be in Sheffield, heh. It’s a bit further than St Albans ^_^; …and not trouble you. Taking part in Romeo and Juliet was great, and also quite interesting when looking at the performance on a professional level rather than just an amateur (as in college) view. The process of coming in for the half-hour call, getting dressed, waiting in the wings and then eventually emerging on stage was much the same as anything we’d done in college, except the props were much more expensive and the stage was a darn sight more technical. And performing in the open air certainly provided some unique experiences. If it was too wet and rainy we went inside the parish church instead- both of the last night’s performances went that way, ore to the pity. But it just wasn’t safe otherwise. On the Tuesday evening when I ran on with everyone else for the curtain call I almost slipped up, and the fight at the beginning was rather treacherous, too. We weren’t allowed to use any of the swords in any of the fights- mine was unarmed anyway, but the guy I fought pulled out a dagger partway through –and I ended up being repeatedly punched in the stomach. Which was fun, but the impromptu brutality almost had me corpsing. In another tradition of mine, I injured myself during that as well, this time throwing myself on stage far too eagerly when punched to the ground- I jarred my back and ribcage, making it painful to breathe for a few days. And that was at the beginning of the run, so I had to keep doing it for another five performances >.>; The rest of the cast were fantastic- both the professionals and the community actors. Lovely lovely people, all of them, and I get to go to see them in the show at the Nuffield Theatre in Southampton for free cause we acted with them ^_^ I’m looking forward to that. There were some nice bits I always wanted to see but didn’t have a chance to as I was backstage. One particular passage stood out in my mind when I read the over during rehearsals. It’s from Act 2, Scene 6: “These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.” I think too much sometimes. I had one day to recover after all that before having to go off to Herstmonceux. Rather than leaving on the Saturday, which I was expecting, Paul ‘reminded’ me (I had no recollection of him ever mentioning it) that we were, in fact, going up on Friday at 10am. I was not best pleased, especially as I was banking on having another day off to rest my back. Alas, it was not to be, and I was whisked off for another marathon of physical exertion. We are the Knights who say “Not the Face!” Setting up camp is always a bitch of a job. Normally when we do these events at Arundel I’m sat at the bottom gate letting cars in, which I actually prefer cause it means I don’t have to do anything too strenuous. I just don’t get to sit down. I’m desperately looking for a decent medieval stool that’s easy to carry, heh. Once the camp was set up (after moving it twice and trying to organise where everyone else would be by using polearms and items of clothing as markers) we had a brief sit-down before various admin tasks were carried out. The organisation of the meetings is quite shocking. We were told it was due to start at seven but it crept to a magnificently damp start at eight thirty-five. This unfortunately happens with almost all of their meetings and musters. But if you turn up late, you get bollocked. The safety briefings precede every battle (which is fair enough), but you stand around for about twenty minutes before they even start. And to be honest, the people with the microphones are the only people I know who can make a medieval castle siege sound like a bloody snooker match. There’s barely a sense of drama to them and the levels of character are lower than your average game show contestant. It’s just not very good, on those terms. The battles, however, are (usually) a different story. Especially if you’re up against a platoon of Czech warriors in full plate armour who insist on charging directly into you. Now, I’m physically fit, but repelling a six to twenty masses of roughly 36-stone each is not easy by any means. There was a point on the Sunday morning where we almost had to be asked to be killed- there is such a thing as being too timid, heh. Safety when attacking is important, but running away from your opponent’s blades is just daft. It’s hard to believe you’ve been killed when all you feel is a slight prod. Maybe that’s why some people never take their hits- they know they’re not been hurt, so don’t believe it was an actual killing blow. My shoulders had more or less completely seized up by Sunday evening, but thankfully Paul and I were leaving then, so I didn’t have to worry about any more battles. The trade fair wasn’t great- I bought some drinking vessels and some linen for mum, as well as some fruit wines (strawberry and apricot- both very nice, hehe. The only alcohol I’ve looked forward to drinking). Chykka and Blogg are bastards! Today, then, has been a Metroid Prime 2 day for the most part. I feel stupid just sitting on my arse playing on the GameCube and listening to L’Arc~en~Ciel all day, but, to be honest, I haven’t felt like doing anything else. Physically I feel drained and emotionally I’m still not feeling right. Mum’s worried that I could develop arthritis. I was worried about that too, but I wanted to ignore it cause I was under so much pressure anyway. I’ve been ordered to eat fewer tomatoes, increase my glucosamine intake and eat cherries. I wanted to increase my glucosamine anyway since my knees had been clicking every time I took a step, but fewer tomatoes and more cherries? That’s a hard one. I love tomato (in soups and things) and cherries really aren’t my thing. That’s made me rather unhappy even though I know I’ve been building myself up for it by doing all this physical crap... and punching walls probably wasn’t such a good idea, in retrospect… It’s at this point where I was going to type something else, but after having seen someone’s signature I’m not sure I want to ^_^; I’m paranoid at the best of times and even though I know it’s not meant to apply to me I just don’t want to see myself slotted into the same category, heh. It’s nothing I haven’t said already anyway. But all the same… I just need to get over myself, really. Internal battles are the hardest to try and win, because there’s very little you can do physically to help them along. I was just going to lie in bed this evening, content in my apathy, before I hit myself in the head, turned off the music that was depressing me and actually started typing this up. It’s pointless being miserable over something that’s so easy to change. The problems still stand, but now I should hopefully have the energy to deal with them. I’d feel happier if this was actually going in MyO’s ‘Add Post’ box, but I have to make do with the rather unfriendly Word page, heh. Never mind. Anyway, I hope you’re all well. I’ll try and catch up as soon as possible. *hugs* take care, y’all ^_^ I'm off for a shower. Anyone care to join me? ^_~[/dirty]

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