I have spent the last couple of weeks of the holidays vomiting ramblings and suitably big words on the keyboard in an attempt to finish the humongous SOSE and English projects I had several weeks to do but never bothered to over school. Well actually I’ve spent most of my time checking and double checking forums, devART and reddwarfslash for updates in-between short bouts of empting the contents of the last-resort areas of my brain and trying to arrange it into essays and stories. During my study sessions I’ve discovered that Rasputin was murdered by a cross-dresser, the ancient Greeks were pedophiles, there are sites on the internet that let you marry your pet, Zeus raped Jupiter’s moon…making him autosexual (I realise that will make no sense to anyone who did not just have my line of thought), I found out what autosexual means, a lot of people are homosocial, zoophilia is legal in Sweden and I’ve come to believe that there’s absolutely no chance I’ll get all of this done by the end of the week. I’m not too worried though, I’m missing my first few days of school because of our Oliver performances which start this Wednesday; and I still get “part of the family” and “part of the furniture mixed up.”

Oh damn, now Oom-Pah-Pah stuck in my head again…an’ now I’m thinkin’ in a Cockney accent…though I ‘ave little idea how to type init.

My mind is a mash of musical matter making me mumble many muddled mutterings.

Well, you remember that musical I told you I was going to be in if you happened to of read said journal entry that involved said musical that was mentioned in said journal entry? Well, I’ve been attending rehearsals for the last dozen weeks and Opening Night is rapidly approaching…actually it’s going to be opening day seeing as the first performance is a matinee, but anyway, I’m gonna be the first person on stage since I’m a lamplighter at first, I light up the show. I’ve got a poem I need to recite as I do it, luckily I’m meant to look like I’m making it up on the spot so it won’t be out of character if I forget my lines. Then a chimney sweep and I verbally abuse each other before a prostitute walks around and tries to pick up members of the audience. It’s gonna be an interesting seven performances…over five consecutive nights…then I am going to die of imaginary snuff and tobacco consumption. Does that mean it will be an imaginary death?

My character thinks they’re badass but they’re a gutless wonder whenever Bill Sykes appears, or maybe that’s just me…the dude’s freaky! Plus he murders Nancy… :( I like Nancy. I like Fagin too; Oliver puts Fagin out of business, so I don’t like him. I wonder what happened to all of those little thieves after they got flushed out of the thieves den…maybe they all become audience members, come into our dimension and become juvenile delinquents…perhaps they’re the only reason the Cockney accent still exists, maybe I’m rambling, you never know.

In other news, Russian history (involving the last Romanovs especially) is some of the tastiest history I have encountered, passionate royal romances, aloof royalty, beautiful princesses, delicate and deathly ill princes, kings who don’t want to rule, mystical monks with weird sex-powers, spoiled, murderous, cross-dressing aristocracy, angry peasants, racy rumors and disco music! The best part of it all is Rasputin, I read the account of his death (written quite eloquently by the murderous, cross-dressing noble) and I was hooked. His deliciously bizarre death is just the cherry on top as far as I’m concerned. The glorious description of his powerful eyes alone satisfies my lust for the strange and extrodinary. Even the music about him is good! Plus he had many hidden charms ;) If you have absolutely no idea who I’m talking about rent out the movie “Rasputin” with Alan Rickman, or ask me and I’ll ramble on about him for hours. 

I was hoping to talk about the time the nurse came to class and got us to put condoms on bananas that converted into penises, but reddwarfslash is calling me...like some glorious fridge...it'll be the death of me that fridge.