- Just... fucking relationships, man. Dang. I'm not even gonna go into the whole thing. Just. Daaaaaaaaaaaang. Besides Kairi and Patrick (Yay, I managed to talk to Pat again after far far too long) know what I'm talking about and that pretty much covers my readership.
- Cabaret.
None of you non-Saaremaa readers know this, obviously, but in Saaremaa Ühisgümnaasium there is a standing tradition, that the 11th form puts together and preforms a full-length cabaret. (somewhere around 2 hours actually, I haven't got a fucking clue how long a real cabaret is supposed to last)
Well this year it's us in the 11th form and we have been working our fucking asses off for this.
I wish I could show you at least something from my efforts but I think it's too soon to leak any pictures and also there is the little problem of me not having any pictures. But they will come and I will show them to you and you will see that it is glorious. Also videos, if everything goes as planned.
Anyway. I've been mostly on the techincal (the wardrobe side) of the cabaret but I also take part in two performances. And let me tell you, figuring out and sewing up pretty much all the wardrobes for two separate performances ain't easy.
Now when I told Kairi this, I could just abouts feeeeeeel her scorn because let's be honest here, about a 100 17 to 18 year olds get together and create a "cabaret". It ain't gonna be pretty or tasteful, amirite? Well no you fucking aren't, we have a fucking respectable school. This is a real thing that's been done 23 years in a row now. Also just to give you some idea that it's an organised event with actual dance numbers, here's the closing can can from last year. (I wish I could show you our's, man. We have been told quite a few times now that's it's pretty amazingly unique and just plain something other.) - Schewl.
I go to a biology-oriented class. I have like 4 different biology lessons per week. It was inevitable that we were gonna end up performing a fish-autopsy.
Let me tell you, dissecting fish is not fucking fun. Most of you may know that already. Also it's one thing to clean a fresh fish, it's something entirely else to dissect one. To one-by-one, in a particular order, cut it up and pull out it's internal organs. In a fucking particular order. And the smell. Our biology lesson was like the third one that day so for the other 5 or 6 lessons, we literally walked around, stinking like fish.
Now here's a fair warning:
IF YOU ARE FAINT-HEARTED, DO NOT FUCKING CLICK THE LINK OKAY?
I'm not even kidding, that shit is graphic.
GRAPHIC FUCKING SHIT OKAY - You know what? I'll break this into separate posts and put them on queue. It'll benefit everyone.
Friday, January 4, 2013
New year, old boring me.
So the last time I wrote was a long-ass fucking time ago (in a galaxy far, far away) and quite a fucking lot has happened in the meantime.
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Weeeeell, looks like /somebody's/ in a good mood :D
ReplyDeleteAnyway, scorn, really? Scorn?? Can't be! I never scorn anything, much less noticeably so. You must've misunderstood me u_u As for the 23 years... well then, I have friend(s) who've gone there (I never seem to remember who went to SÜG and who to KG, but still). Must ask about their performances :D
And the fish? Pfft. You go to a biology oriented class. Gratz. I dissected a fish in a totally random biology class back in... dunno, probably basic school. But maybe 10th. Anyway, my point being - nothing to it B)
well you know.. i had to come back to my blog at some point, I always do
ReplyDeleteyeah, it's been a tradition for quuuuite long. the people who went to KG and people who didn't take part in the cabaret would never understand though. You gotta be in the whole shebang to get why it's such a big deal.
Yeah I remember dissecting a fish in like 6th grade but it's not quite the same as in a tiny bio classroom with the teacher making everything just so much worse by being a *censored*.
"Poke the heart! Poke it, sharply. Let's see if you can get it beating again. *Manic laughter*"
Also the warning was due to the fact that sometimes I like to pretend I have more readers than just you. Wishful thinking? Maybe.