Return of the Jedi

I don't recall the last time I blogged a real post (I do, actually.. Just emphasizing on the fact that I haven't posted properly in a very long time). As briefly stated in my previous blog I have been teaching young(ish) children Dance and Drama. It was great. The children did any and everything I said. We played a game with the which some of you may be familiar with, called Captain's Coming. It's quite a physical game used to either encourage or get rid of the kids energy. The rules are that when the leader yells out a command, everybody does it... Whether it is running to the Stern of the boat, scrubbing the decking, saluting to the captain, getting into lifeboats of three or climbing the rigging.. They all do it, and the slowest one is out. Mariah (who took the programs with me) and I gave the game a twist though, making the children contort themselves into the most bizarrest of things like; Captains Bandaid, Captain crossed with Freddie Krueger, Captains pulsating toad, Captain has taken off with your handbag - bash him for it, Captains mother-in-law, Captain has carpal tunnel syndrome... And so on and so forth. It was hilarious, as you can imagine.
Anywho, I will upload some photos of the performances once I get some fast internet back.

Other than torturing children, I have been doing some research on various things (what in gods name I am going to be doing with myself next year), watching old films (Little Rascals, Who Framed Roger Rabbit), working and socialising. A friend, Eloise and I went out to a vintage shop in New Brighton and I got a dress and houndstooth dress/vest/tunic... thing, which I am sure to post on here at a later date. Eloise and I sat down with some local fish and chips (really, just chips) and watched Seagulls for a good 20-30 minutes. I was laughing so hard I had tears streaming out of my eyes. Fuck seagulls are funny.
Well, they aren't. Like, they're really stupid. But that is the attraction. I took a video of Eloise training them to fly on command. I'll try to upload it, because it is great.
Well, it's not. Like, it's really stupid. But that is the attraction.


Hand feeding the seagulls was a highlight of my evening. I was thrilled, as seen by the expression and extra chin line on my face.


I showed this to a friend of mine and they looked at me, one eyebrow raised and said "Small things amuse small minds". I think that is bullshit. I think its the complete opposite, those who can't find amusement in the small things are the ones with the small minds.


Here are some old photos from some drinks at Claires a while ago, before I got the fringe. The male figure is Claires brother.


The black and white really brings out the sentimentality of these photos.

And this is a photo from when Thomas came back from Poland, as seen in a previous post.

I quite like the photo. Makes Thomas out to be some genre of celebrity, and we his entourage. My head looks strangely small in this photo.

Onto more pressing issues, I got two new pairs of shoes today. Both black brogues. Only difference between the two is one pair has a heel, and the other is flat with some point (a physical point) to it. I will take photos when I wash the blood off from having worn them in.




Would you rather wake up with your fingers swollen and pulsating, never for this feeling to go away again.. Or wake up with Breaking Free from High School Musical stuck in your head, never to get it out?