18 far away sheep dogs

In the auditions for Illyria on Monday, we all sat round and had to tell three things about ourselves... two had to be true, one had to be a lie. This was interesting and it took me a whole 15 seconds to come up with my three statments;

- I have fired a gun in my house
- I own a cat
- I was born in Lisbon

To someone who doesn't know me at all, the first statement will seem strange, the second will seem obvious, and the third will cause some confusion.
Despite having the most Portuguese of female names after Maria, people consistently belive that I am from;

+ England

+ The USA

+ Some small secret English speaking country in which people have messed up accents and freakishy wild hair

Of course, no one really knows my name, because rather than calling me maahghureedah people have adhered to certain abreviations in order to refer to me.

These are; Marge - or more commonly - Mardge/Mardgy, Marg and Mags...

Thank goodness the times of Maggie, Mag, Rita, Margy and other ear-sores have passed.

So! People who don't know me tend to go for the last one as being a LIE!!!! But they are wrong.

Now, to someone who knows me moderately, the first statment seems to be the most ridiculous of the three because honestly, who the hell fires a gun in their own house?

Um... that'd be me.

Yes - only someone who knows me well could have, at that moment, pointed out the fact that I have never actually had a pet of my own.

So you fired a gun in your own house?

Um.... yes. It's a darned interesting story, ya know..

What kind of gun?!

Hehe... an air rifle.

Ah, okay.... but still!!! What did you fire against?

Mm... I had a large wooden slab thing taken from an old, old bed, proped up against my bedroom door, with a matress behind it, and a little target pinned to it.

And where did you fire from?

Well, my house is rather tiny, but it's all centered around a 10 meter corridor. I shot from the opposite end of the corridor, a bit into my living room actually, but not too much.

Do you have good aim?

Actually, yeah. I do precision shooting, and occasionally shoot in the hunting position, not that I'd ever use it to hunt anything. Only, hehe... this time I was using a rifle I wasn't used to and eer... oopsy. It was a lot heavier that my usual one and it slipped a tad, forcing me to the the metal bar over my door.

Metal bar over your door?!

Yeah, you know... the type of bar you grab and do 'lifts' or whatever their called.

What happened when you hit it?

Nothing much... the pellet hit it and ricochet into my leg.

What?!

Sort of, it kinda grazed the side of my leg.

10 meters away?

Hm... yeah.Actually, I haven't done it since.

Shame, t'was fun fun.I'm going to leave you with a picture I took, it's my watch. Enjoy.

like... random.

What do you think of piercings?
Nose?
Eyebrow?
Top of the ear?
Nipples?
No, really... I mean it.

franz ferdinand

...a sexy band made up of four males, with a gorgeous front man complete with a pompous bastard scottish accent, well dressed with skinny ties, a passion for my favourite colours (orange and black), great lyrics, up-beat tunes, with an obcession for "death" in their lyrics, a retro-feel...

this must be heaven.

I seem to spend most of my time at this computer in the mornings...
I'm afraid to walk away from it and face whatever the day has to bring
for me.
I do my work here. I sleep here. I die away slowly here.
Yes, yes, I know I dramatize.
But each person each person
each person does what's needed to get through the day. So, I've broken
into his habit
cycle
trap
never ending pit
of letting out what's on my mind.
Are the days of my pseudo-interesting 'articles' over?
I'm becoming shallow....
Shallow as I fall through to infinity.

The irony is incredible.

I hate to see myself at this thing.
I hate to have others, see me at this thing.
And yet I come to it... hoping that in some distorted way this'll make
me feel better, for a while.

there's nothing worse than a drunk friend...

Hello, and welcome to another session of "Margarida talks to herself".

Let me sit back and look at my life a little.


FOOD:

I've stopped eating - dramatically.
Like - I eat. Sometimes. But in general, I've really stopped. Not
consciously, mind you. I'm just not hungry.
Unfortunately this doens't make me thinner, but it makes my mother
very very pissed at me.


ILLYRIA:

I liked being Marie Therese... I don't mind if Izzy gets the part.
Sydney was perfect for Madame.
Geert and Jam will be great in anything they do.
I'd like to be Lapin but it doesn't really suit me.
I can't really see myself as anything... this could be a bad thing.

RANDOM:

I wish I could say more. I've run a tad dry.
Geert was nice to me today - shock horror. I wonder if it was painful
for him. hehe... but naah, I mean - he gave me an actual compliment on
my acting. I was in total shock.
Met some cool people. Made me happy.

Boom!

Hello World - FREEZE!

I spoke to Klaartje today, thanks to Douglas.
She's coming back around Christmas for a visit! I'm absolutely
crazy-type happy!

woo-ooo-ooo-ooo!

Saturday Night (de de da di da da da)

Doug called me at 23:50 last night, from his house (Parede) asking me
if I wanted to just go out and hang out.
We met up at Cais do Sodre and walked up to Bairro Alto, down to
Santos, up the Assembleia stairs to ISEG, I showed him where my dad
works, the Miguel Lupi buildings, the Francezinhas and O Quelhas.
We went up to Jardim da Estrela and then down to Largo do Rato. From
there we walked all the way down to Marques de Pombal, down Avenida da
Liberdade, past Hard Rock, to Rossio, down (i think) 1º de Dezembro,
all the way to Terreiro do Paço, back up Rua Augusta, past Rossio
again, up to the colisseu and then back down again.
This took us until 02:30.

It was so much fun =)

My body however is in Deep pain. Why?

Thursday:
- Volleyball Game
- Afterschool Theater Auditions

Friday:
- Jazz Dancing in the Morning
- Volleyball at Lunch
- Video Stories and Acting/Dancing from 11 to 4

- Walked around after school (in rain and not). I walked out of
school, to the Sweedish school, down to the Wall, stayed there a
while... then back to the Sweedish school, along the path to the
beach, down almost to Riviera, then I turned left where some year 10
kid was leaving his house on his bike to go play tennis, down deeper
in the direction of Cascais, then walked down the Marginal watching
the waves, got to a point and turned back, walked back up... walked in
the direction of the school, past the train station (where I saw a
girl that looked a lot like Lara) up to the church, around and back
down to the station, then back to school.

Saturday:
- Contemporary dance in the morning
- "Poser" software related dancing which lasted for HOURS.
- Walked around after that again, waited for Doug who didn't show up
because it began to rain.
- Went home and repeated 2 days worth of excersize
- Went walking round with Doug.

I can hardly move...
Anyhow, I'm off to do my Portuguese Written Task (the day before it's due, yes)
Ciao Ragazzos



PS: It doesn't make me freak if I don't feel motherly at the age of 17!!!