Haha sorry

Hey Guys,

Sorry its been a little while, Iv had a lot go on since my moan about collogues at my old work place. I started college, I got a job as a Zombie at a wonderful place called Tulleys Shocktober fest and then I spent the rest of the time recovering my health since then. Iv been working on a few plays, some as technical staff lighting and managing. Some as a actor, in fact my new one I get to do a irish accent (be excited ;) ) so yeh life has moved on and im excited for 2014. I will try and post shorts on here but as always sorry if I don't. PEACE OUT.

PRx

Эй, ребята,

жаль, что было в то время, многое произошло с момента моего старого стоном на рабочем месте. Я поступила в колледж. Я получил работу в качестве зомби в прекрасном месте под названием Tulleys Shocktoberfest. Тогда долго восстанавливается мое здоровье после этого. Я работал на нескольких театральных постановках. некоторые, как технического освещения и управления персоналом. некоторыми как актер. На мой новый я получаю сделать ирландский акцент, так что я очень рад! так что да жизнь пошла дальше. принести на 2014 год. Я постараюсь и разместить свои шорты на здесь как можно больше, Простите, если я не. МИР OUT!

PRx

This thing

This is a thing, a thing beyond other things, its a thing that many don't understand but that doesn't stop it being what it really is, a thing. This thing is stronger than a million things, but can break in a single moment under pressure from any other thing. Its larger than any thing the world has ever seen, but one rarely ever sees this thing truly in their lives they may believe they have seen it but they really have no idea about this thing. This thing can last a lifetime, or it can destroy you in a second. And the magical thing is, this thing means different things to every different person. This thing can make you feel amazing, this thing can make you feel awful. This thing can cause a person to commit murder. This thing can save a life. This thing is love.

PRx

Day 18

I believe the phrase is one step forwards two steps back. Saying that I did have a nice talk with one of the natives, he was telling me all the what nots of the who ha. It was rather nice but who knows when I will get to talk to him again. From here on-wards I am without the other monkeys. To put it clique, I am truely and utterly alone in this wilderness.

Monkey Mani has gone on holiday, to be brutally honest good riddance. He makes me feel like a fool and when he isn't doing that, he is being a complete grump. I would really like to like him though, secretly inside he seems like a real nice banana and the natives find him funny so.

Perhaps time alone will sort it all out for me, let me find my feet amoungst this green shrubbery.

At noon temperatures reached a high of 29 degrees C. Too hot for me thank you. I would have loved an afternoon nap in a hammock somewhere, instead I settled for a ice-lolly. Not too bad I must say.

Looking back I suppose it wasn't awfully bad. Now, I am tired so will retire to my bed.

Eh this one wasn't as good but hey. I don't dislike Mani, believe it or not, but he makes that incredibly hard to keep a true statement. 

PRx

Day 17

I have began to be accepted by the natives, after so long of silence and curious but scared looks. Trust is being built slowly. This quite shy demeanor of mine has been useful in protecting myself from any reputation I could gain with in the pack. Their pet monkey, Emanuel, has decided to, for want of a better phrase, 'piss' me off as much as physically possible. He is my colleague in all this though so I must learn to love him. It is not all bad, I feel like I am making friends in a few of them. This evening I sat in their nest watching rugby until I was dragged out, at first to what I thought might be a sacrifice, where I was the lamb. It turned out they wanted me to be social, so it may have well been, had the same effect.

My duties sent me many a place today. I was even shown through the woods by a native guide in a L200, I'm sure though this was only his attempt to make my lunch reappear. Luckily, I was alone for a lot of the day getting on silently with everything that needed doing. Heavy lifting seems to be a theme of this career path as well as walking... too much walking.

Intervals between the work sent me into the realm of the shop. Accidentally today I trapped one of the natives in there, something to laugh about though. I like it here, surrounded by sweets and ice-lollies but I have, as yet, to buy one for myself. It is a shame seeing as the weather was unusually sticking around 28 degrees C, sending many a native into what I like to refer as 'heat induced periods'. I felt myself falling into one at one point, I must be careful.

I await tomorrow with anticipation and excitement. It is going to be busy, but, if Mani's stomach bug has gone, I at least won't be alone. In fact I am spending much of the day with one of them named James whom I have not had the chance to spend much time with. A thunderstorm is apparently on the horizon which may break the weather a bit but will leave many canvas tents in our care. Perhaps leading to the great hanging tented gardens of Blacklands. This will make my already incredibly busy week worse, especially since the other two monkeys will have left for holidays by Monday.


This was inspired by my new job at a activity camp in south england. The monkeys as I refer to them are the 2 other ''Campies'' on the site, this is also my job title. The natives are the instructors, most of them stay on site, this year none of the campies do. Mani is one of the other campies along with a guy called Tom AKA ''brucie''.  I figured this would be a interesting way to present what it feels like in a new job at first, like venturing into a unexplored place where everyone knows everyone else and you are the outsider.

PRx

Привет всем мои русские читатели! Как вы все? Это всего лишь небольшое сообщение сказать, вы потрясающие. Продолжайте читать, и продолжать разделение. Люблю вас всех.

PRx

Not Now Mate

Not now mate,
It's just too fucking late,
You've missed the mark,
You played the part,
Of the stupid not now mate,

Not now mate,
It's over its past the date,
You spoilt the joke,
You gave it a stroke,
and now its just not all that great.

Not now mate,
But you really need to wait,
I don't mean to be mean,
But you are just so obscene,
so please control your birth rate.

Not now mate,
That gossip isn't quite up to date,
And you made lissa cry,
Because you brought up that guy,
And the feelings you tried to create.

Not now mate,
Stop trying to be the cool fake,
You drive me insane,
Want to get hit by a train....?

Oh shit good bye,
I shouldn't have asked you to die,
You're actually quite nice,
Despite my previous ice,
I wish you could come back alive.

Appreciate your fellow humans, no matter how annoying they can be.

PRx

THE CURSE OF THE MODERATORS

Ready for a story? Okay Deep in the darkness of the internet, beings exist, beings that were once humans. They float around in the bleep bleep bloops of the binary between sites, some have kept their sanity... others have not. The story goes that they were all once moderators of a site, a cursed site. This site had many names, the devils depth, slytherins soul, alternative alliteration and the most terrifying and perhaps true of them all - Serpensortia. One day on this site, strange happenings happened. It started slowly, affecting only the admin at first. She started loosing sleep. At first noone noticed, but then she started getting stressed, more and more stressed. Then all of a sudden... her personal life took a deep delve into the dark and soon all she had to keep her happy was this site. Then in a spilt... month. She stopped sleeping all together. Relying only on caffeine and energy drinks to stay alive. One day, she didn't come down stairs to breakfast. When her friends searched her house they found nothing but a small pile of powder sitting in her computer chair. It seems she had disappeared. Never to be found again. The thing is, she continued to log onto the site and never logged off. She was in chat 24/7, moderating. Soon her consciousness spread to other sites moderating. This story was being repeated in many countries over the world, people leaving without notice never to be seen again, with only a small dusting of powder left on their chair. What did they have in common? They were all moderators of this deadly site. Occasionally, years after this event, a site will go into melt down, the admin will turn furious and corrupt everything about it, breaking the members computers with various virus's. They say that that admin is the personality of this first cursed person, driven insane by her many years doing nothing but floating in the digits of the internet, adminning and moderating sites. Only to be known as.... THE INVINCIBLE MODERATORS So if you want to please this spirit, beware feed her caffeine. And if you feel yourself coming down with this curse? There is nothing you can do but give up your post, like the one survivor of this curse known as ORION THE MIGHTY. The only survivor of sepensortia. Rumors suggest this site still runs... as if its admins and moderators are still alive real people, corrupting the members which join its ranks. If you ever stumble across it... RUN FOR YOUR SANITY PRx