I Live In Your Eyes

For the past week, I have spent a good many hours searching for the perfect Tango.

And when I say Tango, I do not mean any sort of carbonated drink. Nor do I mean the shade of orange that Arvina seems to favour. I do, in fact, mean the musicy dancey thing. Oh yes.

Why would I do such a thing? What possible reason could I have for questing for a fabby dabby Tango? Well, children of my heart, we must dance. A merry dance indeed. Well, I say merry, but the dance is meant to signify domestic violence. For this, we must blame Ms. Marriott, escaped mental patient extraordinaire, also known as crazy drama lady. She also tried to persuade us to have a domestic violence scene, played out to some spastic country and western number. We have decided against this line of battle, as we feel that "Because I Love You, That's Why" does not give the correct impression at all. In any way. You do not beat your wife up to Connie Smith and her warblings. Ridiculous.

In fact, our whole devised piece is just a facsimilie of a mockery of a sham, to be quite honest. It is based on a military camp in a war zone. And the sergeant major whatsit man is a transvestite. This is our story line. Please note that we are girls, and so, we shall be girls acting as males, acting as women. I feel our As in Drama AS Levels slowly dripping down the drain.

Last night, we watched Bill Bailey - Part Troll. I laughed until I was nearly sick. Although, that may have been the Chinese overload. Another highlight of the evening was calling Kris "The Chinky". I don't think she was all that impressed.

Hmm.

I have also got some university prospectuses. Scary, non? Aie aie aie. Time is going SO FAST. On the bright side, there are several parties coming up. Which will be NICE. As we have not partied for ages. And the last party we went to ended up with us lot being thrown out. It will not happen this time, let me assure you.

Not much else to report, really.

Lalala.