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i'm bored and my work is boring me. boring boring bored.
this weekend i have been too sick to do anything, but now i'm feeling a bit better. somehow, right now, i wish i'd gone out instead. atleast then tomorrow at work i could complain and pretend to be sicker than i am and try and get off early. but then again, i'd be sick, and that wouldn't be fun.
we're going to have a party with the theme 'your worst nightmare'. i think i'm going to dress up as a bird. i'm not sure what items of clothing i'm going to cover in feathers, and where i will get the feathers, and how the feathers will smell when i spill beer on them.
all these questions shall surely be answered easily once i've finished my tut presentation on tuesday.
harumph. i am sick of writing this tut presentation.
in other news, my mother turns 50 next weekend so it shall be a motherly extravaganza. i'm kind of distubed by how frequently i'm going back to newcastle. i feel like i'm never in sydney anymore. this trip will mean i've been back twice in one month. hmmm, many many many more things so to at home here... many more assignments.
sophie matho in melbs has had her phone all fucked up and we haven't spoken for ages. it's really shit. i have left about 400 voicemails messages for her and after about 2 weeks of messages she texted me and told me her phone had been blocked but now it's fixed and she'd call me in a couple of hours. but she didn't. suprise surprise. the really bad thing is, i can only wish i cared more. i can only wish i didn't actually expect this of her. i miss her, but from the way she treated me last time i saw her, well, you can only miss it so much, and then u don't miss that at all...
it sucks that it's all changed so drastically and she's too disorganised to value our friendship enough to keep in contact. it's offensive and sad and i thought we had a better friendship. she pretty much just doesn't give a shit. and i'm getting over it quickly. sadly.
on a more positive note, i died my hair brown, so it's rather dark. and i cut it all off, so it's short and dark.
mmm yes hair therapy.
i am currently in the process of joint directing/producing an evening of women's theatre that is showing on momnday 21st may in a couple of weeks at the cellar theatre, so if anyone is around and interested i can give more details.
i'm performing in one short piece where i'm an irish fisherman (yes fisherMAN in a women's theatre night -DARING!), and directing anoter couple of short pieces and monologues. should be fun and not much time committment.
speaking of time committment, my other play is going well and impending doom is just that - continually impending. by impending doom i refer to the play being on during STUVAC and 1st week of exams which means I'M SCREWED, since two of my major assigments out of three have no extension dates and i have one exam that obviously can't be appealed either. even if i dont appeal, i like having the idea of the appeal as a justincase safety net. so i no longer feel safe or saved.
i think i have a crush on a boy and this hasn't happened for a really really long time. i have a passionate habit of being a complete fuckup and fucking things up with guys who are easily fucked-up. all this fucking-up that's going on happens very quickly and after a period of time that is just long enough and just intense and fantastic enough to make me feel very shit about the whole fucking up part.
so, i don't want to fuck this up, is what i'm getting at.
which makes me think, to NOT fuck this up you will just have to forget about it. since he is a very close friend and someone who i have sorta denied in the past when he has sorta hit on me. it's strange. and now i'm screwed because i am thinking about it. a lot. and we all know what that means.
i'm fucked.
oh christ.
this weekend i have been too sick to do anything, but now i'm feeling a bit better. somehow, right now, i wish i'd gone out instead. atleast then tomorrow at work i could complain and pretend to be sicker than i am and try and get off early. but then again, i'd be sick, and that wouldn't be fun.
we're going to have a party with the theme 'your worst nightmare'. i think i'm going to dress up as a bird. i'm not sure what items of clothing i'm going to cover in feathers, and where i will get the feathers, and how the feathers will smell when i spill beer on them.
all these questions shall surely be answered easily once i've finished my tut presentation on tuesday.
harumph. i am sick of writing this tut presentation.
in other news, my mother turns 50 next weekend so it shall be a motherly extravaganza. i'm kind of distubed by how frequently i'm going back to newcastle. i feel like i'm never in sydney anymore. this trip will mean i've been back twice in one month. hmmm, many many many more things so to at home here... many more assignments.
sophie matho in melbs has had her phone all fucked up and we haven't spoken for ages. it's really shit. i have left about 400 voicemails messages for her and after about 2 weeks of messages she texted me and told me her phone had been blocked but now it's fixed and she'd call me in a couple of hours. but she didn't. suprise surprise. the really bad thing is, i can only wish i cared more. i can only wish i didn't actually expect this of her. i miss her, but from the way she treated me last time i saw her, well, you can only miss it so much, and then u don't miss that at all...
it sucks that it's all changed so drastically and she's too disorganised to value our friendship enough to keep in contact. it's offensive and sad and i thought we had a better friendship. she pretty much just doesn't give a shit. and i'm getting over it quickly. sadly.
on a more positive note, i died my hair brown, so it's rather dark. and i cut it all off, so it's short and dark.
mmm yes hair therapy.
i am currently in the process of joint directing/producing an evening of women's theatre that is showing on momnday 21st may in a couple of weeks at the cellar theatre, so if anyone is around and interested i can give more details.
i'm performing in one short piece where i'm an irish fisherman (yes fisherMAN in a women's theatre night -DARING!), and directing anoter couple of short pieces and monologues. should be fun and not much time committment.
speaking of time committment, my other play is going well and impending doom is just that - continually impending. by impending doom i refer to the play being on during STUVAC and 1st week of exams which means I'M SCREWED, since two of my major assigments out of three have no extension dates and i have one exam that obviously can't be appealed either. even if i dont appeal, i like having the idea of the appeal as a justincase safety net. so i no longer feel safe or saved.
i think i have a crush on a boy and this hasn't happened for a really really long time. i have a passionate habit of being a complete fuckup and fucking things up with guys who are easily fucked-up. all this fucking-up that's going on happens very quickly and after a period of time that is just long enough and just intense and fantastic enough to make me feel very shit about the whole fucking up part.
so, i don't want to fuck this up, is what i'm getting at.
which makes me think, to NOT fuck this up you will just have to forget about it. since he is a very close friend and someone who i have sorta denied in the past when he has sorta hit on me. it's strange. and now i'm screwed because i am thinking about it. a lot. and we all know what that means.
i'm fucked.
oh christ.