Music and Angels (Suzanne)

It’s secret angel week at college! This means you get a designated ‘mortal’, for whom you do nice angelic things, like leaving them chocolate or writing them a poem, for a week, all anonymously. At the end of the week you can reveal your secret identity if you so choose. So I went to a stationery shop today and bought happy stickers and chocolate for my mortal, and then skulked around suspiciously trying to sneak it onto their door without them noticing. No signs of existence from my own angel, though.

Altar Boyz, the irreverent musical that parodies the Christian fundamentalist boy band genre, closes in Melbourne on Saturday. I really want to see that, and Wicked, which will be on for a while longer, but the tickets for both are so expensive. Word of mouth has it that there’s a lottery on a few hours before the show where you can enter a lucky draw for cheaper tickets, but it’s all hearsay and rumours, although hopefully it’s true hearsay and rumours.

I saw Melbourne Model: The Musical at uni two Sundays ago. It was wickedly funny, although somewhat amateur compared to some of the productions I’ve seen at Union House. Although I have to say the rap-off between Peter McPhee and the Socialist Alternative was brilliant. As was the Kevin-Rudd-driving-a-giant-campaign-float-into-campus scene.

I really should be getting some sleep. I’ve been sick for the past week, it’s been getting me sympathy from lots of people. I should also be sleeping because I have a concert class performance tomorrow, but to be honest I’m a bit over concert class, I could care less about how well or badly it goes. And I have a Techniques assignment due and an aural test. Hmm. Maybe I should go to sleep.