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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good memories, because I can already feel details slipping away and I know if I want to write my memoirs someday – not to be published, necessarily – I should start now when things are fresh rather than in my old age.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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