My First Post...

SATURDAY 29th August

Slept in, caught the train and then tram to Acting class. Class beforehand was running very late, so we sat in on the end and waited for ours to start. It was painful. I honestly felt like my life was running out of time.

Eventually, our class started 45 mins late. For some reason, the woman I was doing a scene with decided to be spontaneous and brought in a strip of toilet paper as a prop. She also brought in a packet of chips, which she started eating in the middle of the scene. Scene did not go very well.

After class my teacher and a few students chatted outside and then I was offered a lift halfway home to a nearby train station. Before the girl left, though, she wanted to get a drink with some of the others. We went to Taco Bill but it was so crowded we couldnt even get past the bar. Why a crowd of people would want to go inside somewhere like that is beyond me.

I then bought alcohol from the Bottle-O with very little trouble, surprisingly. Thank god i got paid before the weekend! Got a lift halfway home, then caught the train home.

Got home to get ready for a Pimps and Hoes party. Friend of a friend - awkward. Didn't have a costume so my leather jacket was officially my pimp outfit. The party was fun, but kinda scummy. The bday girl was nice, despite the fact that her parents bought her condoms and baby-oil for her birthday. Also met a 17yo mother who chatted to me about her baby. Thought it was really nice, the way she spoke about him so lovingly. I then had a conversation with a very bogan-looking man who i tried to start a drunken argument with. He was actually very intelligent and really nice. Maybe he wasnt really a bogan? It could have been the pimp costume. Then again, perhaps there is such thing as a clever, open minded bogan.

It was really good to see my JABLAS friends again, except for one of them who had to go early before i arrived. Had a fun night. Walked home from B.M's, who wrapped me in a blanket because i was so cold.

On the walk home, I went past the house of a family that i hate. I decided it would be a good idea to pull branches out of trees and stems of rose bushes from their garden and stick them underneath their windsceen-wipers. No idea why i did that. It felt good.

Walked the rest of the way home listening to David Archuleta on my iPhone. No headphones, speakers were on full blast. I then rolled around drunkenly in the park while on the phone to J.B.