of squids and beards

I've recently realised exactly why I love my friends so much.
The reason requires a preamble, so here it is.
As a girl, I lack the ability to grow a beard. I don't particularly want to grow a beard, because I've always thought that blond beards are a bit odd. But the thing is, I would like a beard that I could grow when I need something to stroke while thinking, when I was finished stroking the beard, it would recede back into my face...sunday lunch continues.
Now, upon talking to Ziggy, we concluded that a Davey Jones-style squidbeard would be awesome, because it would stroke itself, leaving your hands free to do other stuff, like crab claws. The end result would look something like this.

And that's the reason my friends are my friends. Not just because they're nice people, because we have similar taste in music or television, not just because we get along pretty freaking well. My friends are my friends because they have the attention span and patience to put up with the ramblings of a girl who wants to grow a squid out of her face.

Television...

So, I caught the tail-end of one of those hideously predictable dating programmes, the part where the guy and the girl had decided to go on the date and they were doing their little siloques to the camera.

He said:
"I'm not entirely sure I've made the right, but only the date will tell."

She said:
"I haven't told him I've got a daughter, and some men are afraid of that kind of commitment."

So yeah, I bet that date went well.

You miss me?

I've been on camp with my acting school for six days.
So yeah...not an awful lot of sleep happened...
I did film a video with Max though, I'm editing it now, it should appear soon...

BEDHWP #14: I'm getting sick of these

Yep, real sick of them.
So this is going to be my last BEDHWP post, so if I post one tomorrow, it's not BEDHWP, it's just a blog. Also, I won't be able to post them all next week, because I'll be at Acting Academy camp, which I'm rather excited about.
Now, after all the bitching and moaning I did about year 11 camp, I may be causing some confusion. Now, school camps are just dire for me, mostly because of the fact that one night usually takes place in a tent. Now, Acting Academy camp, I actually opted to go to, also, there are no tents and lots of actual-fun stuff, not school-camp-thinks-its-fun stuff.
Now, today was a lot of fun. I spent the whole day hanging out at South Bank with Kris, instead of seeing a movie. An awesome day. The number of children we considered throwing in nearby water reached record heights.

BEDHWP #14: beads and feathers

Yeeeaaaaaahhhhhh.
That's pretty much what I bought today. I was trying to find stuff for my costume for the Extended Improv night at Acting Academy Camp. I'm not going to explain it in full, but basically I'm a futuristic Icelandic Viking. So naturally I got beads and feather boas, wouldn't you?
And personally, I think that the person behind the counter took it rather well, considering that some bespectacled individual appeared at the counter, bought two feather boas and a bollockload of beads, then said, "It's a long story, but this isn't as weird as it looks."
The look she gave me said, "Yeah, it *is* as weird as it looks."

BEDHWP #13: dredlocks

As I write this blog, I'm watching Black Books, which means that I WIN AT LIFE!!!
And I'm also waiting for someone to come on MSN. Grr.
Anyway. My cat has a dredlock. A single dredlock in her fur somehow. My only guess is that she's been getting high with the hippie cats up the street.
And here's a picture now.

BEDHWP #12: mrrrrrr......

Didn't do much today. Slept in properly for the first time in ages.
Yay.