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Jan. 17th, 2007 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikmeeelndiana. you're squishy. i need a hug.
Sorry I've been all elsewhere and shit the past few days. Doing an Open Program course at NIDA this week. HSC Drama Workshop. It's cool, but exhausting. 10-5 jumping around yelling at people, essentially. Thus we have not only the physical exhaustion of movement exercises but also the mental exhaustion of dealing with 24 new people, all dramatic types, including your typical cadre of slightly intimidatingly cool (and WAY TOO TALL) guys. The scary girls are oddly absent. But by scary I mean more scary than usual that's not to say the little part of me that's hiding behind a rock going meep when I get in peoples faces and gabble at them wasn't going out of its mind. I mean mine. Whatever.
My new friends include a demigothchik from out near Foster who reminds me oddly of a teenage version of my drama teacher, a quiet guy who's been growing his rattail since year six, a girl who claims to come from a school full of barbie dolls and asks for patience if she forgets to switch it off, a bunch of Napoleon Dynamite fans, two Matts and a Mats, several Rebeccas (one of whom reminds me of Sam), and a boy of slight build with the misfortune of being given the name Constantine by his parents.
Nobody shares my love of livejournal, Heroes or zombies. Foster girl likes hats, which is a start.
I'm behind on everything, and my boyfriend will only be in Sydney for three days in a week or so before flying out to Israel for the rest of the year. But I stuck up all my sketches and things on my bedroom walls, and I've made a start on catching up on Supernatural, and I have had some good advice for my IP. So all is not lost.
Sorry I've been all elsewhere and shit the past few days. Doing an Open Program course at NIDA this week. HSC Drama Workshop. It's cool, but exhausting. 10-5 jumping around yelling at people, essentially. Thus we have not only the physical exhaustion of movement exercises but also the mental exhaustion of dealing with 24 new people, all dramatic types, including your typical cadre of slightly intimidatingly cool (and WAY TOO TALL) guys. The scary girls are oddly absent. But by scary I mean more scary than usual that's not to say the little part of me that's hiding behind a rock going meep when I get in peoples faces and gabble at them wasn't going out of its mind. I mean mine. Whatever.
My new friends include a demigothchik from out near Foster who reminds me oddly of a teenage version of my drama teacher, a quiet guy who's been growing his rattail since year six, a girl who claims to come from a school full of barbie dolls and asks for patience if she forgets to switch it off, a bunch of Napoleon Dynamite fans, two Matts and a Mats, several Rebeccas (one of whom reminds me of Sam), and a boy of slight build with the misfortune of being given the name Constantine by his parents.
Nobody shares my love of livejournal, Heroes or zombies. Foster girl likes hats, which is a start.
I'm behind on everything, and my boyfriend will only be in Sydney for three days in a week or so before flying out to Israel for the rest of the year. But I stuck up all my sketches and things on my bedroom walls, and I've made a start on catching up on Supernatural, and I have had some good advice for my IP. So all is not lost.
