Despite me not quite getting a nomination at the LUT Oscars, the evening was one of the best I've had in a long while...and that's saying something. As well as being humerous however, it was also rather emotional at points. Since that evening, I've been constantly berating myself for not joining LUT in my first year. What a waste! I could have gotten to know most of the wonderful people before this year. But there's no use wasting even more time regretting such things I suppose. I simply plan on getting wholeheartedly involved with all 6 productions next year. Whether that be acting or teching. I do hope I'll be able to perform on stage again. It's one of the best feelings in the world.
I finally managed to find an occasion to drink my Champagne! Although I was transported along with all of my stuff back home to Derby last Saturday, I went back to Leicester yesterday in order to attend a performance of 'Memento Mori', which is being taken to the Edinburgh Fringe festival next month. I'm highly tempted to book myself into a B&B and go along for a few days. I'll be looking at how much it'd be likely to cost. I have a substancial amount of my student loan left (as I did last year), but I'm now of the increasing opinion that I deserve to have a good time whilst I still can, and whilst I can afford to do so. Memories and experiences and all that. In any case, after the performance a group of us went to a Sushi bar ( I had £27 worth. >.>; ) and then back to Nick & Kirsty's for drinks and chatter - where the champagne was cracked open and toasts made to friends and to surviving another year at Uni, and to graduating.
I checked my results, and it seems as though I somehow managed to get a 2.1. I'm /certainly/ not complaining, but I am rather surprised with myself to be honest. Still. In the early hours, I unpacked my sleeping things and crashed in a spare bed.
Before coming back to Derby today, I took Kirsty's leaving book and went to sit in the sunshine outside a cafe in order to write in it whilst she went into Uni to meet with a tutor. Three pots of tea and close to an hour and a half later, I'd written 4 pages. I'd been putting off wrting in the book for a while, because I had no idea what to say, but once I got going I found that I had rather a lot to say to the person who kind of said something to me that - whilst absurdly simple at the time - probably had the most effect on me this year so far. Strange really, how seven small words really can make you view yourself in an entirely light and really raise your spirits just when you need it most.
I think this is a year for friendships, for me. Gaining friends, getting closer to friends, reconnecting with past friends, letting old friends go. It's a nice feeling, where I am at the moment. There's a slight haze at the edges of my contentedness, but I can ignore those for now. I think I've earned a sizable break from the irritation and heartache I've felt over the past few months.
