mr_drew

Andrew
2004-02-03 22:07:42 (UTC)

Horrors.

Yesterday evening, me and Amy went to The Grand Theatre to
watch a show called, 'The Circus of Horrors'. I was
disappointed when we arrived to see that they hadn't
demolished the building and replaced it with a big top for
the occassion; but, can't have everything I suppose.

Inside, we sat down at a table we probably shouldn't have
sat on unless we had bought something. Amy sat on a chair
that had the stems of a large house plant dangling over
it. She looked stupid, so I made her stay there.

The show was quite good. It was really just a
collaboration of people from around the country who could
do weird things with their bodies. They performed their
trademark skill all while a story that I didn't really
follow went on all the while.

I'll see if I can list what people they had:

A stretchy skin man
A really bendy woman
A woman lifting jugs from hooks on her breasts
A man who swallowed swords
A lady who swung around from her hair, and stuff.
Someone who could conduct electricity without dying.
Loads of acrobats.
A knife thrower.
And stuff.

I definately missed some stuff out, but you get the idea.
I was absolutely dying of panic - Amy held my hand the
whole way through! Haha. It helped, though. Usually I
can cover up the way I'm feeling with anxiety, but it was
really bad last night. I was sweating pints, shaking, and
my mouth was as dry as sandpaper. My breathing was all
over the place aswell. It sucked, but it didn't
*completely* spoil the evening, and I was fine when I got
outside.

Texted Amy later on to make sure I didn't spoil it for
her, and apparently I didn't... so that's good.

After the show, we walked back to Amy's and then went
straight to Tesco in the car. Amy bought some random
stuff and I couldn't stop singing, "I'm Sthuper, thanks
for asthking!" from then until about half an hour later on.

Relaxed when I got home.

My Yellowcard CD came in the post today. I really haven't
listened to it properly yet. I may do later.

I only had to go to Uni for an hour today, for a seminar.
I didn't know where the room was, so I slowly walked the
corridors on the floor I guessed the room would be on.
There were two girls sitting nearby to where I thought the
room would be, but I turned the corner to make sure the
door was there. The room number I was after was 130; the
room numbers seemed to go 129...131.

It wasn't until I walked back that I realised that 130
was, unsurprisingly, in between those two rooms. I sat
down and felt strangely comfortable in asking the two
sitting down if they were there for the same reason as
me. They were.

The seminar was taken my a cockney man with arthritis that
made him howl in pain every time he stood from a sitting
position. His voice was brilliant, and I found myself
trying to stop myself from grinning every time he started
speaking. Panic was pretty bad then, too... for some
stupid hypochondria reasons. Geh.

I was the only guy in the class aswell. He called the
register, and the two others hadn't turned up. Might be
nice to have some male company in the class... but I'm not
complaining. =)

Felt pretty bad after the lecture, so just came home and
have done nothing since. Actually, I read some of the
American history stuff that I should have read last week.
I read about thirty pages before I realised that I wasn't
taking much of it in.

I should stop typing now.

Andrew.




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