We were at Talo on Wednesday and arrived when mass was nearing the end (or so we assumed). When we were removing our shoes and outerwear, people were already leaving the church "space" in the building, so obviously we didn't really see the point in being extra-quiet (like we are supposed to be when the mass is in progress).
Then a minute later one of the worker comes up and basically says "You don't need to be coming here anymore if you can't be quiet, there was an unbelievable amount of noise and ruckus during communion"... we weren't even in the building during communion, you utter twat. Getting yelled at effectively ruined any contentedness any of us had to be there. But luckily it was only open for a little over an hour after we arrived, so we just left. It's pretty sad because I kind of don't even want to go back tomorrow?
Oh well.
We're holding a mass tomorrow on campus. My group was supposed to handle basically advertising the thing everywhere and creating a Powerpoint presentation with the song lyrics and such... basically I did all of it. I don't really mind, it was an easy task and we (as a group) didn't want to / couldn't spare a lot of time to do it properly so at least it got done up to my standards. I even got the pictures I was supposed to, after we rehearsed it and the girl who had the pictures was AWOL due to a doctor's appointment. I'm pretty sure I'll be the one running the presentation tomorrow as well, since I'm pretty much the only one who knows what the heck is going on.
My Hiddlesmania has reached disturbing proportions. I literally breathe out a "hallelujah" whenever I see a new picture? I swear, this is the most ridiculous bout of fangirling / "celebrity crush" I have ever had. I'm not exactly complaining - he's a gorgeous gentleman with the most precious soul, I swear - but I do feel quite shallow and pathetic. Well, being a fan doesn't have to be shameful! At least I have several friends who share my enthusiasm, ha. I watched The Deep Blue Sea earlier this week and adored it - I only need to buy it on DVD or something in order to get the visuals up to par. It was such a mess of pixels I felt like I was listening to a radio drama or something. Also, I finally managed to watch the rest of War Horse. I don't know if the movie intended to be as hilarious as it ended up being (at least from my perspective) or if it maybe was some kind of horseriding-teenager-oriented movie? The relationships between human(s) and horse(s) were so overly romanticized it seemed a bit silly. Especially when most people seemed to form soul-crushingly strong bonds with the horses in a matter of days... And the anticlimatic way they shot the deaths of 300 cavarly (including Captain Nicholson aka Tom) was also a strong hint to that effect.
I think I should probably finish as much of A's book next weekend as possible. I'll be at home, so I can seriously get to the printing portion of the thing. I should also at least draw Ewan - hopefully get started on either Hoechlin or Hiddles after that. All these unfinished projects are a big reason as to why I'm skipping out on the Retro camp.
There's a string of thoughts I think I need to vent about onto I'll sleep when I'm dead.
It's a bit sad that I need to use it again, but that's what it's for. Hopefully this won't be a very long episode.
Until next time, here's a War Horse!Hiddles with Bonus!Cumberbatch!
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