Sunday, 5 December 2010

Pilton Players

hi guys,
Yes I know this blog is late is because I was just falling asleep when i remembered to blog so here i go. Today was the last show of pilton players and there was an after party .In this after party people were reminiscing about the rehearsals and the children part in it for a change .So they talked to my mother about me. now yes peple say 'oh i hate being talked about' or 'I hate being centre of attention' now that isn't my worry in fact i wasn't worried but then someone mention the thursday that was the worst day of my life .Everything at school went wrong and apparently so had pilton players as they kept telling me to slow down and I made lots of eye rolls ,sighs and a stubborn point by speeding up when they told me to slow down.But one person was telling my mother that she loved how I took a deep breath as if preparing my self to slow down and then say my line in a jumbled mess and that it got faster and more of a build up every time John told me to slow down. she was the youngest after my mum. you can tell by her modern sarcastic humour. another man in pilton players can't speak,he has no teeth and no lips. He struck p conversation with me and being polite laughed whenever he stopped talking . There were a few awkward silences.Someone once said that every awkward silence someone turns gay. I would usually send a pointed glance in someone's direction at this point but anyway, the night was interesting and certainly educational in the art of formality and sophistication. In the day i tired to convert GIMP brushes into Photoshop  and after 4 hours discovered  that it is imposable.Then I tried to make a background for my blog and it tells me it's too big  . that took up the rest of my free time today . It was utterly pointless. but i think i can show you guys what i wanted it to be so i will show you my two options. Nothing deep and meaningful today .sorry.
C u 2moz
bibi
Rainiepie

P.S nope I cant show the pictures .I don't know what's wrong

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