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decided to get a tumblr.


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Epic journey just to get there. Bad ass 12 year old in his bitchin' holden commodore with fully sick subwoffa. Chick on the bus who skinned an animal to make a horrid coat, singing along terribly to Muse. Sam desiring to beat down on rude asians. KahiMarsh = Karmakarmakarmakarma KarmaKKameeeelion.... Good times. Note to self: Do it more often.

ball

My throat is burning and I am starting to feel glum every day.
I really don't want depression to set back in.
I feel trapped. I want to hit something. I am getting to tempremental and touchy. I don't like it.
I feel disgusting.

Well, the last few days have been quite crazy and a few moments ago I collapsed in a heap and started balling my eyes out because I am so tired.

Thursday night was Baxter Under the Stars - I dusted off my year 12 drama log book and re-learnt my monologue in about 20 minutes. I was nervous, but this time it was a different kind of nervous. Usually, a room full or strangers, no problem, but performing infront of Baxter was a really freaky thought. I was the only person the be performing a theatre piece. I remember my hands being all sweaty and the familiar churn in my stomach. Once I stepped out from behind my whiteboard, I instantly felt the change in the room. It was wonderful. I am still getting compliments for my performance. It is a really, really good feeling to be recieving things like that again after such a long time. 

Friday Night was Baxter Ball - Theme, Vintage Horror. I was one of the lucky ones to win a limo tour around Sydney, some free bottles of champayne, not to mention arriving at the Ball in style, and the envy of everyone else. I have never been in a limo before and I felt over the top fancy. Although we went for a tour of Sydney, and it was dark, it didn't matter. A smile was on my face and I felt beautiful. We cranked some sweet hiphop beats down Oxford Street and busted out some funk. Nick Levy and I got our groove on to "Brick House". Good times, I will always remember it. I wish I could have taken Becky as well. We stopped underneath the Sydney Harbour Bridge and got some photos after a while. Quite fancy.

Once we arrived at the venue, I had to pick my jaw up off the ground when I looked out the window and saw the beautiful harbour. Sydney takes my breath away on an ordinary day, but this was amazing. The venue was oober fancy/classy and I'm pretty sure we had a $1,000 bond on the place. The band were awesome, some band from Queensland I think. They played funk/jazz/swing and a few covers. At 10pm, we vacated the Ball and made our way to the after party in the Cross - Where else?! There was abit of a cafuffle about drink prices and I think I remember someone paid $22 for a double vodka cranberry or something similar? Oh yes, we were all about the smoooooze and expensive taste this evening.

Today was recovery, so we headed down the Unibar, got some vodka and orangejuice, sat in the sun, chilled out to music and felt awesome. It reminded me so much of blackhead for some reason. I can't wait for Summer to come back :)

I then trecked it into the City to Town Hall to the Same Sex Marriage Rally. It was an experience. I think that everyone, at least once in their life time has to experience something like it. It was a rush, it was a thrill, it felt good. They closed off the main streets and we marched through the city, up Oxford Street and stopped at Martin Place. I met Wil Anderson and had a chat to him. Lovely Bloke, not to mention good looking *swoons*

 

Also had a chat to a drag queen for performed to us and I will be ringing her later on to learn more about her life in drag.

Like I said before, I am getting tired. I think I am a little bit homesick. I miss nath, mum, dad, jess and my dogs. I might go home for a few days soon. Just need to get through my assignments. My nintendo has been a big help in getting me to relax, god bless it.

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutinny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

About to perform. haven't done this in over a year. I'm terrified, but I love how the feeling goes away when I'm up there.

ppp

i love it

"the real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead" - Marilyn Monroe.

much better :)