Merry Christmas lovers

Reindeer hats are awesome. Christmas carols are boss. I might get to see Ben tomorrow. I love the term silly season. Although I haven't used it enough. 2010 has been an awesome year. I doubt it can be topped. Merry merry merry Christmas to the ether.

I'm a mormon now

No seriously. I got baptised last Saturday and on Sunday I was confirmed. Maddie, Benedict, Kirby and Doug came and they were all thoroughly freaked out. Alex Perrit in 1st year of my course baptised me. They made me tie up my hair when I was in the font because if any part of you isn't immersed they have to do it again but that was freaking awkward because I had hickeys all over my neck. I don't know if it's specifically not allowed but I'm sure it's frowned upon. It was all very quick really so I don't have any photos of me in the font unfortunately. But here is a lovely one of us standing under the ultimate rebel just before the ceremony began. You think I'm crazy.



Elder Chan, me, Alex and Elder Bryner under Jesus





Him

Benedict

Train Song

Milestone

Kirby and I performed a song at this Wearable Art thingy last night and now we got ourselves a gig on the 13th. Our first paid gig. Landmark. We didn't even sing particularly well but they loved us anyway. And I got a free tuxedo shirt and bow tie out of last night so I'm pretty pleased right about now. We're going places you know. Feel the love.

That's Kirby (in a dress) and me hooking up in rehearsal while Kevin... pretends to be a bird? No clue.

It's good no one reads my blog

I am the worst at telling people how I feel. I pretty much just said to Benedict "If you were with another girl I'd be pretty upset so please don't ever be". I was trying be clear. But then I was also trying to be low key because telling somebody you love them when you've only been together a month is kinda not done. I'm a total retard. And my heart is going crazy. Maybe it's just because I have an essay due on Wednesday though. That shit always screws with my emotions.

Whinge

I don't want to have to consider other people's feelings. In theory I can justify my actions but it doesn't seem to work out so well irl. Goddamnit.

1-2-3-4 Take the elevator

Kirby and I are going to get married. Within a year we decided. We looked up prices and stuff and it'll cost about $500 to get married and about the same to divorce. I never considered it would cost money before. And getting divorced is pretty difficult. Apparently you are supposed to be married 2 years before you can get a divorce which I think is ridiculous. We are looking at ways around it. Because we are serious about this but I'm not sure we can commit 2 years of our life to each other that way. Plus I think it screws up our centrelink. Ben said it was okay as long as nothing happens on the honeymoon. Emma was not as supportive but she'll come around. I'm not telling my mum until the last possible moment. But I'm excited. We'll be the first of our class married too. I asked him about whether we could wear velour tracksuits. He said he'd think about it.

This seems to have turned into a Kirby appreciation blog.

I am scared of everything

and all I want to do is sing

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"

Kirby and I performed at the ECU's open mic night tonight and in the spirit of the evening we wrote this song in the style of June Carter and Johnny Cash and performed it with southern accents and all and we had a lovely crowd of creative arts kids show up and we got a wonderful response. Kirby played gee-tar. I played the tambourine. This is it below. It's called 'Other Man'. Kirby's part is in black and mine is in blue. Enjoy!

Lily I heard a rumour Won’t you tell me if it’s true
I heard from a trusted observer
There was another man runnin’ with you
Who is this other man?

Y’know Kirby I made a vow
To always be true to you
But your observer’s not totally wrong now
So let me give you a clue
You know this other man

Lily I’m getting jealous
How great can this guy be?
I’d like to know if there’s just one thing
That he can do better than me
Who is this other man?

Well books have been written about him
So just one thing’s pretty hard, you see
But he can grow a real mean beard
And he’s pretty skilled at carpentry
You know this other man

No pancakes for me on Sunday
Just like there always were
But the neighbours lookin’ lonely
I might just go talk to her
Where is this other man?

Now honey don’t you get jealous
When I’m dressing in my Sunday best
'Cause it’s not for any other fellas
There’s just one I’m trying to impress
You know this other man

Well my blood is starting to boil
An’ my knuckles startin to crack
I’m gonna knock this other man
Flat onto his back
I hate this other man

Well that’s a mighty big shame
Because I know that he loves you
But I’m gonna have to ask you to refrain
'Cause he’s a rebel through and through
You know this other man

When you say he loves me
Just what is it you mean
Well it’s pretty self explanatory
He died so you could be redeemed
You know this other man

Because I know that he’s my saviour
Well that’s no excuse for bad behaviour
Well he asked if you wanted to come
Are you suggesting a threesome?
With this other man
Well I guess I am!


Do you really have no idea
Who I’ve been talking ‘bout from the start
Just think a little harder dear
I know you know him in your heart
You know this other man

Well I still don’t understand you (Jesus!)
But that is just okay (Jesus!)
I’ll stay true to my word (Jesus!)
That I would love you every day (Jesus!)
Forget this other man. (Jesus!)

Outro banter

My Twitter says the same thing but in shorter sentences.

This week has been a crazy motherfucker. I'm starting it on last Friday which was Equity day and the realisation that we have been trained in a completely different way to all other performance graduates but that this is an advantage. And becoming extremely inebriated before 8pm is something I haven't done in a long time. Back to Sydney the next day for Flick's 21st which was sweet. A couple of assessments on Monday and Tuesday. First time at Cardiobox with Chen and Oliver. Legs hurt a lot. Kirby's script in NYTC's 'Growing Up'. He made a wonderful car trip tape which explained why he had dead hookers in the back of his car and general travel rules. Going out on a good Vaccai. Sanja asking Kirby and me to do a cover of Marilyn Manson's 'The Beautiful People'. Chris Ryan serenading me down the hall. Going to Michaela's last night with Ben, Sol, Lachie and Tom for movies and thinking I maybe judged her too harshly originally. Not introducing Tom slash his alter ego Gabriel to my mother after all the terrible jokes he made about her. My first visit to Campus East. Grotty. Spending all my money on credit and grog. Spending all my free time with Benedict. I'm going to miss him this week.

I heart Kirby

 

Future looks bright

Maddie just asked me if I want to move to Sydney with her. Makes me think about the future which is kinda depressing if you're a performance kid. I don't get people who live for the weekend. That seems thoroughly depressing. I love what I do. I want to do it everyday for the rest of my life. That's the difficult part though. I don't want to go to parties unless they're crearts parties. I don't get going to town. I want to spend time with creative, thinking, exciting people. I went to Blair's last night for a Don's Party themed election party, of course. Wore this dress. It has cockatoos and hibiscus all over it :)

Apart from having to listen to a certain person talk about british politics in an attempt to cover up the fact he doesn't know anything about australian politics anymore I had a lovely time because the people I'm with care about the same things and have interests! Fuck. The amount of people I know who don't have interests is scary. Old friend's 21st last week was scary. All his friends are bored and just want to get pissed and hook up. Don't care that I have an unstable future in the performance industry. It beats a comfortable life cutting other people's hair for a living. I have a soul. I told Maddie I would love to.

"Lets see what else that pretty mouth of yours can do"

Sam brought this up in passing the other day in the car and it freaks me out that he remembers because I don't. I don't remember what boy said this to me at what party in what position and I know Sam does and he wasn't even there. I don't like people knowing things about me that I don't. It's just really unsettling. I forget my life so quickly I just expect everyone else to too.

Faux french indie pop

Madison and I are going to start a faux french indie pop band. This is our first song. Written in Jindabyne.

Mon cherie l'escargot
walks to playground rather slow
buy your dear pets les cadeux
see I bought us matching bows

Do you know his favourite meal
lettuce ou du l'orange peel
it maintains his slimy feel
which for a snail is tres ideal

One day she did fall rather ill
thought I detected un petit chill
so I took her to le vetinaire
but le conard, he did not care

He suggest I try a chef
which at least would result in a tasty death
but it seems the sight of a butcher's knife
did scare my little snail back to life

And now we are un famille again
I invite you mes amis, my friends
to celebrate our health with party time
so would you like some cheese or wine?

Kirby is a love vacuum

We can play house
It doesn’t mean our marriage is a scam
or that I don’t iron your shirts
or that I’m not carrying your quintuplets
Anakin Joy and Lucius Blue and Lulu Moon and Beatrice Rose
You can name the fifth as long as it’s not Ringo
I didn’t really make you sperm sandwiches for a week
but now that I have the idea you better not forget to buy the mayonnaise again
Or get the same whore two nights in a row
Candy doesn’t really enjoy giving head you know
and what did I say?
No attachments
I cut off locks of your hair when you’re sleeping
I’m planning to clone you when you die
Your war pension will cover the costs
So don’t worry about me
I’m not really going to move to salt lake city
But I am serious about that roving family country band
A White Stripes tribute group is a waste of your voice too
Every time you sing I fall in love with you again
Every time you touch another woman I hit on your best friend
I let him feel me up under the shirt last time you went away
You can beat me if you want
I love it when you do
I show the girls at book club my bruises of passion and I know they’re jealous
It was really nice of you to bring us Tang yesterday
You look good in an apron even Mara said so
I’ll kill you if you ever talk to her though
My mother says our marriage is doomed
She says “Kirby is a love vacuum”
And it’s true
But that’s what I like about you
I want to be used
I’m using you too
And I know men are wolves
But no one else will let me use kitchen utensils in the bedroom
Which is great
Get it?
Was that crap?
Sorry
Will you teach me humour one day?
I know my brain is smaller than yours and everything but I promise to try my hardest
Thanks baby
Oh and while you’re up could you please put the garbage out?

More bass

Last night was just one of those nights that you could never plan and you should know better than ever try to recreate it because it would never be as good.

First week back at uni is supposed to be gentle and undemanding but it was one of the most hectic weeks ever. Last night was closing night of Niebling vs Niebling. I wanted to go to the afterparty but I didn't expect to last long. I dropped over to Blair's housewarming just before to check it out and give him cigarettes and I planned to come back after our party but I'm glad I didn't. It's always the same people pretty much and I do have a good time with that crew but I do it all the time. Over at Chen's there were 4 different rooms happening. The shed was the beginning of everyone chilling and chatting and attempting to dance but the music wasn't loud enough. In Ally's room we were working out who Solomon was going to vote for in the election through a questionnaire Matt created. In the loungeroom people were simulating orgasms. I avoided that one. And in Chen's were the people who wanted to party. Chen has the greatest taste in music. We were mostly going rap and dubstep though. By the end there was Ash, Maddie, Liam, Ben and me sitting in Benedict's car rocking to dubstep. Ash kept weeing behind cars on the street and talking about how efficient she was. We started worrying about making noise in a residential area and having the cops called because we were all pretty drunk so we decided to drive to Mt Keira. Yes drunk. It was terrifying. The look out at the top was gated closed so we had a dance party under the moonlight just at the gate. Ash was the first to drop. It was decided we would watch the sunrise but once we'd danced ourselves out and sunrise still wasn't for an hour or so we got back in the car because it was freezing and most of us were wearing inappropriate clothing. This is where we lost Maddie. So then It was just Ben, Liam and me trekking to the top of this mountain past the gate determined to watch the sunrise from the highest point. Exhausted and drunk and Ben wasn't wearing shoes. Reaching the top was worth it. Ben kept complaining about not bringing his camera up the mountain but I didn't care. I don't think photos would have captured it the way it should have been. Liam found some chairs. Cue mindless vandalism. Swinging chairs over a cliff until Ben decided it was slack. Leaving the rest scattered all over the place. Walking around until we found the perfect place to watch the sun rise over the entire city and the ocean and the moon was still in the sky and we were holding each other so tightly huddled and just admiring the beauty of the colours that you only see at this time of day and not having words that would do it justice so just repeating 'fuck' over and over again and seeing the sun rise so quickly once it hit the horizon and remembering it hurts to look at it directly but not being able to look away because there is nothing more perfect than this moment.

We went to go back down the mountain and noticed the chairs we'd made a mess of had been cleaned up and I don't know how we didn't notice that being done right behind us. Got back to the car woke the girls and drove home. Being more sober this time I was a little more scared that Ben was going to kill us. There was no way I was going to sleep by this time that I just caught the next train home. I am fucked for the work I have to do now but I couldn't be happier.

Chen's room, fucked on gin, attempting to dance.