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Hey, so wow. It’s been a long time since I posted anything, but sadly it’s not so much that I’ve been too busy as it is, I just can’t be bothered when I think to do it. I suppose plenty of things have happened.

I started a new job as a cleaner at these apartments round the corner from my house. We’ve got some units in Main St too, which I’ll be working at when they’re ready. After a month I quit my old job, so now I’ve only got one job. But when I quit they got me a card and chocolates and were all very nice to me, and I’m actually really going to miss everyone, especially my manager, who I spoke to regularly. One of the girls actually rushed up and hugged me at the end of my last shift and I was kind of blown away. I suppose I had been there for four years.

And now my parents are going away on holiday for the second time this year and leaving me home alone. So I’ll be here for two weeks alone, and because I don’t have my license, and because I’ve been wanting to exercise more, we’ve just bought a new bike for me. So I’ll be riding it everywhere, except the apartments because that really is just around the corner. But I’m also doing one hour’s cleaning a week for this elderly woman, who is very nice and friendly, but I’m still kind of awkward around her, that’s how I am. $25 a week from that. So I’m thinking I’ll save all my money from the apartments for university and things that are important, and the $25 a week will be to just use on more frivolous things. It certainly puts a limit on what I buy. That’s a good thing.

I went to a university Open Day the other day. I’ve decided I want to go there, it’s in Sydney. I’ll, hopefully, do a Bachelor of Arts majoring in history and minoring in creative writing. The courses look really good. However, I can’t go right now because my ATAR score was so low. I’ve got two options I’m considering; either a certificate IV course at a TAFE for a year, which I need a credit average in, or a year at any other Australian university. Depending on my marks I could be considered for the other uni and I could transfer. That’s the plan! There is a university near my town I could travel to every day, or board there, and I’ve got an okay chance of getting in there if I’m quick.

So I want to save for university, and for the next year continue working where I am. That money will go towards a move to Sydney, and towards university fees, and the experience may get me a job up there. But I’ll also be doing a barista course at TAFE, just as a back up thing. So much to do! But I do feel better having a plan.

I haven’t given up on acting. But I’m still very self-conscious and I don’t think I could do it just yet. So I’m working on my image of myself. Exercise, healthier diet. If I feel better about my appearance, I think I’ll be okay with the flaws in my personality. When I do go to the Sydney uni I’m planning to, I also want to do a short, part-time acting course at this acting school. It’ll be a crazy amount of work, but it’ll give me an idea of whether it’s something I can actually persue. If I really like it and see myself going somewhere with it, I’ll try and get into a full-time program. If that works out I can leave the uni and go to the acting school. But if it turns out it’s not for me, I’ll be able to continue at the uni and work with history and writing. Yay for fallbacks!

And really other than those rather major developments, there’s not much else happening. Nothing life-changing anyway.

Ooccoo and Poe are full grown now. Poe did turn out to be a rooster. He crows every day at 4-4:30am, and then intermittantly throughout the day, but he’s not too bad, and no complaints so far. I don’t hear him if I’m asleep, but then again, I slept through an explosion around the corner from my house once.

I’m still hooked on Supernatural, but I’ve been reading Merlin fan fictions lately. I have missed Merlin. I’ve discovered my ability to multi-ship – Merlin/Arthur as well as Merlin/Morgana. And Doctor Who’s new season has begun, Supernatural’s new season starts next month, Glee starts in a week or so, Once Upon A Time starts at the end of September, and everything’s kicking off. I also watched the first episode of Garrow’s Law last night. Not a bad show, I may consider continuing.

While my parents are away, all of my friends continue school and uni, so I won’t even have their company. Last time this led to a 12 day Apocalypse Diary. I dread to think what 2 weeks are going to do to me. Fortunately, the third week I’ll be going up to join them. I’m a little miffed at only being allowed to go for one week. Okay, I’m a lot miffed, since they had their little two-person getaway already, but my complaints have fallen on deaf ears.

Speaking of my friends, however, since I no longer see most of them, my only contact is through Facebook. Say what you like, it does come in handy when you can’t visit people regularly. In any case, two of my friends, Connor and Liam, declared the other night that they were in a relationship. For the most part we all gathered it was a joke, but they wouldn’t say ye or nay, and considering it was possible if unlikely that it wasn’t a joke, everyone spent the next 24 hours in a state of confusion, trying to uncover the truth.

Oh God I never thought I’d have the opportunity to use that gif. Never. Thanks guys, I owe you one. Anyway, of course it turned out to be a joke. They ‘broke up’ the next day. Kind of blew a hole in my plans to cross off ‘Have A Gay Best Friend’ on my bucket list. One day, guys, one day…

I think I’m going to quit while I’m ahead and say that’s a wrap for now. Perhaps we will meet again…

Well probably, almost definitely, because I have an abnormally large collection of gifs and I want to use them an unhealthy amount, but I can’t figure out how to do it on Tumblr, so here we are.

Toodles!
Lexiconish.

Mood:
Music: You’re The Voice – John Farnham
Watching: Merlin
Reading: Life’s That Way – Jim Beaver
Merlin fan fictions

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As I promised, here I am again today with more on all that jazz I was going to talk about yesterday. After I wrote the blog I realised I forgot to mention that I have a new chicken to keep Ooccoo company now, called Poe. Actually, we think it might be a rooster. Which I wouldn’t mind – roosters have pretty feathers – but we may not be allowed to keep him if he is a he.

The big one on the left is Ooccoo, the black one on the right is Poe. He/She/It is younger than Ooccoo, which is why he/she/it is smaller.

Back onto my topics from yesterday, I’m going to start by saying that because Mel is such a huge fan of Titanic, and it is being re-released in 3D, I and Lizzy are going to accompany her to see it and pretend to cry with her because frankly, I just get angry – it could have been a slightly happy ending if they hadn’t wasted so much time talking at the end! All I’m saying. While we’re at it, we’re going to see The Hunger Games again because Mel wants to see it too, so we’ve decided to make a whole day of it and the three of us are going to organise to go to Penrith or something and spend the day up there. It’ll be great!

Anyway, the day before yesterday…

Yeah, Tuesday. Anyway my pop came around so I could show him how to use his phone – he’s a faster learner than my dad at any rate – and my pop’s a real storyteller, and it’s really interesting to listen to his stories about his childhood or when he worked here or there because my pop likes to joke around a lot and always has. A lot of his stories revolve around practical jokes or the kinds of trouble he got into – he was caned once in his entire school career, and it was his last day of school. He left at 15 because his dad wanted him to start working, which he did. But because he didn’t feel like there was any point paying attention if he was leaving, the teacher noticed and caned him. He says he will never forget how humiliating it was, not to mention painful. So I told him he should write his memoirs and he told me he’s started to but is finding it very difficult. I can relate to that, because organising your thoughts, the way you speak, into coherent text is a lot harder than it looks. I keep wanting to write stuff down now, some of the really good memories, because I can already feel details slipping away and I know if I want to write my memoirs someday – not to be published, necessarily – I should start now when things are fresh rather than in my old age.

My pop has always kept a diary, I can never dedicate myself to that kind of thing, but he has, and I think if he never finishes his memoirs himself, if I used his diaries I would like to write them for him. He told us about my great-grandmother yesterday, I had never known very much about her, but his mother actually had a pretty hard life. She was raised by a nanny and believed that she was her mother, and her real mother was this woman who came by once in a while. And then her mother, her real one, decided she wanted to go to Australia and took her away and she was apparently taken from the nanny by this stranger kicking and screaming. Her mother had another child in Australia and after her father died she decided she wanted to go back to England, and because my great-grandmother didn’t want to go, she was adopted out to this farming family who only ‘adopted’ her to use as labour and they would beat her and abuse her. And she met my great-grandfather and he was apparently a fairly violent man and she ‘copped a bit from him’ though I think never so bad as what she got from that farming family. Still, it’s all stuff I didn’t know and it was morbidly fascinating.

Usually though my pop’s stories are funny anecdotes, a lot more light-hearted than that. He likes to make me squirm by telling me about the huntsmen he ran into frequently when he worked at the banana plantation. I hate spiders, all shapes and sizes, even money spiders, and he knows that and loves to make me uncomfortable by telling these stories. My mum does it too, maybe she inherited, tells me about the time she walked out of the shower and a huntsman dropped onto her head.

Damn straight. Neither am I.

Now onto the story of Lizzy’s and my movie! The title is a working one, probably not what we’ll keep: The Cool Third Wheel. It came about because Lizzy and I were talking about how if she ever got into a relationship, I would just be there all the time, but everyone would be okay with it for some reason. And Lizzy was like, ‘That’d be an interesting movie’ and so we jokingly started talking about scenes wherein I, the cool third wheel, would constantly be interrupting couple time and everyone would be really tolerant or amused. Then at some point we started taking it more seriously. We want it to be like ‘a year in the life’ type of thing, where the couple’s developing relationship is told throughout the year but always with the third wheel attached. We had a whole Halloween scenario, the couple’s early days, I’d be dressed as a vampire or something.

Friend: Ahem. We kind of want a bit of privacy just at the moment.
Third Wheel: Oh alright then. I’ll just sashay off then! *Sweeps cape around dramatically and leaves cafe*
Girl or Boyfriend: Is she always like that?
Friend: You get used to it after a while.
Third Wheel: *Re-enters, standing by the door* I forgot my brain in a jar. *Grabs a jar with a little fake brain inside it from the table by the door and leaves again*
Friend: It takes a while, but you do get used to it.

Scenes like that, because I’m that kind of a person.

We’re kind of excited to do it because we don’t want to do a heterosexual couple, we want to do two girls in a relationship, this because while it is breaking through into prime time television and so on, same-sex relationships aren’t shown often enough and when they are they’re usually (not always) but usually two men. We just wanted to try two women. We’re looking for friend willing to help us out – we have one already, PK is going to do it as long as we pay him in rainbow cupcakes. I think we can manage this.

  

There should also be pie involved.

     

So there’s that, and Lizzy and I have to write the script and stuff, but it seems like it’d be lots of fun! And to save on props, we’re thinking we’ll just film special occasions when they arise – like Halloween and Christmas and Easter and stuff, we’ll film when they’re actually happening so we don’t have to stock up on supplies… is that cheating? No! It’s resourcefulness.

I have a to do list today as well; I’ve got to do some packing, sort through some DVDs, have something to eat (maybe pie!) and actually get dressed. All before 3:30pm… and since it’s 1:14pm now, I probably should get started. So I will have to leave it again now. I swear I had more to say again but I suppose the mood passed me. Never mind, I’ll get on it again later. I’ll have to write about my weekend away and stuff when I get back, so look forward to that. Meanwhile, I’m going to watch some Supernatural! OH! AND HAPPY EASTER.

Lazily,
Lexiconish.

Mood:  This one speaks for itself.
Music: Heat of the Moment – Asia (and all Supernatural fans know why!)
Reading: Once again, Destiel fanfictions.

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Okay, I’m in a considerably better place this time.

So, turns out I had nothing to worry about regarding breaking up. I could have cried with relief when he called to say that, what with him going away to university, it probably wouldn’t last. It irritated me that my family was in the room so we couldn’t talk properly and I couldn’t say what I really needed to, but we’re done with that now and we’re moving on.

In other news, I watched “On My Way”, the latest episode of Glee. It reduced me to tears several times and I cannot wait for the next episode which won’t arrive for a while yet. We thank Chris and Darren for being so adorable in the meantime, and trying to make it easier on us.

Cough Syrup is one of my new favourite songs. It makes me cry, but anyway, so does Chapel of Love now thanks to Quinn. Seriously, Glee fans react like this to those two songs:

But that episode opened up an important conversation between a friend and I. It started out generally, I cried to her about the episode, but then I pointed out how no one talks about suicide; it’s a taboo topic and people don’t know how to broach it, so they just don’t. But society can’t ignore its presence. I was really proud that Glee had done that, actually, because in such a medium, it really shocks people and they start talking about it. And we did, my friend and I, it got us talking about it and why someone would and how we’d feel if someone we knew were to attempt it and so on. Lots of more personal things came out throughout this conversation, and out of respect for her privacy, I won’t reveal which friend it was or what exactly was said, but it got me to open up as well.

And so we talked about things that we wanted. Because the things that depressed me led to talking about the future I wanted more than anything else, but that I felt would always be denied to me because it’s just so unlikely; and it is, and I know and accept that, but I hate people telling me that over and over, because then it’s like they’re saying, ‘It’s unlikely, so don’t even bother trying to begin with’.

And then she did the most amazing thing, this friend of mine. No really. No amount of crying gifs can express what my face was doing at this point. Because our conversation was on MSN, and she couldn’t see me, but she started telling me the practical route to this future that I wanted. And she painted the nicest picture of it all, like the whole process of getting there, so it doesn’t actually seem quite so hopeless anymore. And I keep thinking back to her words now when I get down on myself about it, because she genuinely made me cry and honestly, she was doing exactly what Kurt does for Karofsky in that scene in the hospital. It’s not something I’ll be forgetting any time soon, probably never.

And since she occasionally reads this blog, I’d like to once again thank her profusely for what she said. It meant a lot to me.

So now there’s a workshop on the 11th of March that I’ll be attending. There’s a guy in my town who went into acting, he was in a KFC ad, and then he went to study in America. Well he just got back and he’s offered to do a workshop where he’ll teach some of the things he learnt in America to people in the musical society.

I sure picked the right year to join. So it really could be worse.

And there are different short courses coming up in a couple of months I can go to for ACTT even though I missed the other one, so it’s a good thing I signed up for the newsletter. Next year I am absolutely going to audition for a spot in the long term courses. In the meantime, I think I’m going to do my RSA and such so I can get a new job in a bar or something so I can start saving for this future I want so badly.

Because as my friend said, it’s unlikely, but it isn’t impossible. It may not happen exactly the way I want it to now, but it could be just as good.

Oh, and I finally got to see “The Help” last night. It’s a brilliant movie and also reduced me to tears. I think my eyes are just looking for any excuse to leak these days. Anyway, mum said at the end “It’s hard to believe we used to treat people as inferior like that.” I just gaped at her because, yes, things have improved – but wait, have they? I think it’s just less obvious now, but it’s still happening. I mean, we’re still denying homosexuals the right to get married, and really I see no reason to be doing that. It’s not right. And yes, we still look down on anyone who is ‘different’. So it hasn’t really changed all that much. So I told her that and she seemed genuinely confused, and I hope it’s just because I’m rubbish at putting my thoughts into words, and not because she hasn’t realised it.

Anyway.

Oh God. Chapel of Love just came on my shuffle. WHY DID I DOWNLOAD THIS SONG? *Weeps hysterically*.

Woefully,
Lexiconish

Mood: Optimistic (despite the crying happening right now because of this damned song)
Music: Chapel of Love – Dixie Cups
Reading: The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

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Hai guys! What’s up? It’s been a while, mostly because I discovered Tumblr. It’s more of a picture blog, but GIFS, so what can you do?

Actually, that’s only part of the reason. Mostly it’s because I have become thoroughly obsessed with Glee. It’s crazy. But cool. Look, it’s Kurt Hummel, the best character on the whole show:

And honestly, I think that his character is TOO MUCH AWESOME to handle sometimes… and the actor? Chris Colfer? He should be arrested for being too god damn adorable. Plus… SAI KNIVES. That’s the only reason I was able to choose this image. I have more gifs for Glee than any other show ever. So many gifs, most of Kurt/Chris and I love them all, and all will someday be of use to me I’m sure.

Here’s Blaine Anderson. He’s the next best character.

And together, they are my OTP:

Finn’s also awesome. And Puck. And Rachel – yeah, I like her, though she’s annoying. And Mike and Tina and Artie and Quinn and Brittany and Santana and Sam and Sunshine (haha) and Matt and Mr Schuester and Emma and Sue and Becky and Jean and and and and and and and… but not Sebastian. He’s just a whore. I’m sure the actor, Grant Gustin, is a perfectly nice person, and that is why I always feel bad when I see a picture of him and my go-to reaction is:

Just because he plays Sebastian. Who is an asshole. I don’t think it’s healthy to hate a fictional being so much.

Other than all my Gleeking out, and there has been a lot of that, I assure you… not much is happening. I finished school and Christmas is over and everyone I know is going to uni now and moving away so… I’m kind of treading water right now. I’ll tell you what I really want to do though I don’t know if I should: I want to act. I’m considering this course, a short one for now, and I’ve joined the local musical society – it’s all we’ve got, theatre wise, and we’re doing Jekyll and Hyde.

Some people I tell react like this:

Most of them are friends. Other people react like this:

 or

Which makes me react like this:

or

And in general I’m switching from:

 and

to

 and

Because I’m thinking… ‘What are you, crazy? No, no, you can do it, it happens. But not to you, moron! Why not to me? Talent, you need talent! I’m talented, maybe? No, not really. But I could be. Um, no ARGH.’ Because I want to act like:

or

But I know it’ll be more like

and

So… yeah, that’s basically it. I’m SO sorry for the overload of Glee-gifs… but uhhh… I love Glee and I love gifs, and truth is, I’m not actually that sorry 🙂 But as an apology, have a few random gifs… Supernatural… and… random ones:


This one is how you guys are feeling.


Or maybe you feel like this one…


This one is just… because.

And this one… guys, I just like using gifs and I have a lot. So now… that, that’s me… and he, he is you.

Bye now!

Mood: Probably over-tired.
Music: Halo/Walking on Sunshine – Glee Cast
Reading: … Glee fan fiction ^^ (Not even ashamed. Some of it is CrissColfer too. I love that stuff too. No shame.)

Unashamedly,
Lexiconish.

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