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Christmas Time

Well, that certainly was a longer time than previously expected. I guess it was just because there was so much going on, for a long time I even forgot that I had a blog: honestly, there was way, way too much going on for me to even have ten minutes to sit down and write anything on here. 

TDITR has been a success on all accounts as far as I am concerned, though, because I have had a place to come and express myself if I've needed to, and I can look back over these posts and know what was going on specifically on a date. I know I'm not as good as I used to be, but I am definitely trying. I think that's going to be one of my 2016 New Year's Resolutions - I'll have to have a look at what were my 2015 resolutions too, and see if I actually did any of the things I said that I would do. 

So, what has happened in the past two months?

November was pretty average, just working, working, working on Witches. Was with Ry a lot, had USA-flatmate's (and Smiley's) birthday and wore a jumpsuit that showed me off in all the right places - according to everyone else. I did feel pretty in it, but at the same time when I look at myself in pictures, I don't see who I think I am. Does that make sense? The 'self' I see photographed or filmed does not depict with my head's-version of me. 

But anyway: 

November passed in a blur.

Witches was from the 2nd-4th of December, so the weekend before that we were in Kay from about 10AM - 10 PM both days, working on getting all the lights fixed. There was a crazy mix up with the band and we had to let our conductor go, but it was okay because McGregor (the man) stepped in and did much better (he should have been MD from the beginning). Then we didn't know whether we would be able to have the band in Cabaret and cast on stage singing to the music until Opening Night, and my Witches freaked out, but my wonderful producer was able to very, very quickly sort all that out. 

So, in the end, we had a great three shows. Brilliant, superb shows.

But we did also stay in Kay until 2AM the night before Opening Night, doing two full runs...

December so far has also been eventful.

I had my 21st Birthday Weekend (yep, so old now) from the 11th-13th in a massive mansion-cottage that could sleep 28 people. Loads came: Ry, the family, all the 3rd Year house mates, La, Futts, Mrs. Harvey, Newton Abbot woman (Hair) and her man, G, Darryl, my Witches production team - AD, Choreo and VC - Phantom's Christine, Clyde, Caton, Clover and her man... I hope I haven't forgotten anyone, but I feel like that was all of us. 

It was a brilliant, fantastic weekend and a great way to celebrate my 21st with all my favourites - Friday night we chilled, ate, played Articulate. Saturday we tried to find the swimming pool, and eventually found it and swam. We then watched Pirates of the Caribbean, and had dinner when the Phantom lot showed up, before getting ready to PARTY. A Pirate Party, obviously. I would be a pirate every day if I had the chance. Everyone was knackered by about 2AM though, it wasn't a heavy boozing night just because I think we've all moved past that - lots of us were too tired after such a long and arduous term. But I didn't need everyone to get wasted, I was conscious of being loud because the 'Rents had already gone to bed.

The only thing that did annoy me was La's reaction to G ending things with her.

He said he couldn't give her exclusivity, and she freaked out.

She got all her friends on her side - fair enough - but didn't leave any room for him.

There was no other side, no explanation from him... worst of all...

It completely took away what was supposed to be my night.

He said what he said, then ignored the conversation and came back to the party. She heard him out, then went outside and cried, came back in and told (bit by bit) everyone who was at the party, and then I was the one to suggest getting back to the party and having her enjoy herself - so it meant we all went into the kitchen to do shots for La. To make her feel better. I mean, I do care about my friends and I'm sorry she was hurting, but it took away so much time I could have been spending on having fun at my own party, and I doubt she even thought about that...

But I've moved past it. It's okay. With or without that drama, I still had an amazing time, and one day in the future I hope I can do it again. Maybe for me, or maybe as a guest at someone else's celebration. It was an incredible weekend, and one that I am unlikely to forget.

In other December news: I have returned home. Got all my Christmas presents ready for the family, and am now working on two 3,000 word essays that are due at the beginning of January. Christmas looks set to be good - Mum and Dad are both here, as well as Nanny T - and I'm going to be spending New Years down at Ry's place. All in all, a good end to 2015.