Small Interlude

So I haven't written a new post for ages, and for that I apologise. I have been a busy bee. Since the end of the Easter holidays about 6 weeks ago I've been in rehearsal for two separate shows and also trying (and failing) to sort my life out to the extent that I'm not an unemployed waster this time next week when I'll be snivelling into a pillow because my university life is over.

And that's probably what I'm going to ramble on about today. See, the musical I'm performing in this week is all about uni... my uni... and as sad as it sounds, when the run is over tomorrow night it's gonna hit home pretty hard that after three years of laughs, drinks, banter, all-nighters, shows and arguments over the washing up it's all going to end and I'm going to be released into society and expected to stop doing all the things that made the last 3 years so completely epic and unforgettable. When I left Sixth Form I was completely ready to leave and wasn't massively bothered about missing my mates because they were all either having a gap year as well or would be home every holiday. I just thought that leaving uni would be the same. But with me headed back to the Shire, whilst most of my mates are either still at uni or staying living in London, it's hardly like we can meet up for a pint on a random night. And this makes me very sad :(

It's also the end of having such easy access to performing, whether it's dancing in Jazz Hands or hurling myself about in every possible way with the Roehampton Players. I've been rehearsing for something or other almost every week of term since October, and literally don't know what I'm going to do without several classes and rehearsals a week to keep me perky, and, more importantly, able to drink as much cider as possible without gaining about 20 stone. It's also slightly upsetting that the majority of the people I've met through shows this year are still going to be at uni next year, meaning I'm going to be insanely jealous of the good times ahead that I'm not having...

Having said that, I'm pant-wettingly excited about going travelling with Bell in January. Based entirely on whether someone deigns to employ me, obviously. I'm leaving good times behind, but then there should be some amazing ones ahead - how can there not be when you combine two mates, a campervan, some sun and an open road? Ha, cheeeeeese... but so true. As sad as it is to leave behind such awesome mates and memories, there's always new ones to be made.