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I'm mainly posting this cos I haven't been keeping this ole page up. So I'm going to write something that is boring and inconsequential becuase I'm not about to wait until something exciting and amazing happens in my life. Cos lets face it... I'll be waiting for a while....

Am up in Ediburgh at the moment... Miss Cassandra and I are the only ones in t'flat - Perrie is in Texas and Sion is at home in Shire of Wilt. I've been spending my time rehearsing for our fringe show, and watching crappy rom-coms (cos now Poo's not here, we can do that) *laughs evilly* oh I jest. We're watching some weird ant and dec programme. I made soup tonight - OMG it was great.

It' been a ridiculously long time since I've written in here, I swore that I was going to do this every few days, as well. It's like a diary - I have so many of them, and manage to write a couple of entries before I forget or get distracted. I'm home from college for a few days - not as long as I'd like, we only get a week off for spring break. I got back late, too - I was in a show and the last night was Saturday. We all went to Joseph Pearce's afterwards for a sophisticated tipple (ahem) which ended up in a party at our flat (cos it's the closest to the pub) that went on until 6.45. I had to get up at 7.30 for my flight. Oh - and the clocks went forward, so on Sunday morning, having had 30 minutes sleep, I flew back home, and had the whole family greeting me for a big Mother's day meal. Fun!

Well, here I am, sitting in the kitchen, my feet really cold, listening to Blackadder while Perrie potters around me, getting ready to go out with Sion. Not sure where Cass is, she hasn't been home all afternoon. Should I be worried? No, I don't think so. I must stop thinking the worst anytime somebody is vaguely late. I am an adult now, and have to learn to stop being pessimistic... Things crazy at college at the moment, our movement assessment is on Friday, and the realisation that I haven't choreographed the second half is beginning to dawn on me... Ooops! It's on Anna Anderson, the woman who claimed to be Anastasia Romanov, and as passionate as I am about that subject, I'm beginning to wonder if I chose the wrong thing, there's only so much I can do on it. I run about a bit looking scared, then pretend to drown. Hmm.... I've just made a lovely cake. I'm a rubbish cook, but all this involves is melting chocolate and mixing it with biscuits and chocolate buttons. yum. Then of course, more panic, ahhh, my voice assessment is in a couple of weeks, I'm doing Pygmalion, Truly, Madly, Deeply, A Day in the Death of Joe Egg, Twelfth Night and Her Big Chance. Lot to learn, but rehearsing for things like this make me realise how passionate I am about acting. I can't wait to get out there into the real world, though I'm a little scared. I wonder what I'll get cast as? Will I get any work at all? The third years are preparing to showcase their work to agents at the moment. I'm going to miss them. It'll be really weird to be the oldest in the college. I only feel like I left school five minutes ago! Blimey, it's midnight. I'd better go to bed. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm going to stick Scrubs on and muse about how much I fancy Zach Braff until three o'clock then get v. annoyed that I didn't go to sleep earlier. Right, I'm off.