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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.