Last night we finished class and Fau asked me if I wanted to go to the Malthouse for a drink with some people, and I said that I thought it best if I just went home, made some nice dinner, had a bit of a cry and a soak in the bath. She managed to talk me into at least walking down with her, and then we walked off towards IGA and stood and talked ( Read more... )

Wednesday, the day of CFI (lecture and tute) and much free time in the morning ( Read more... )

Yuk . My mind is full of mushy bullshit. So, if this gives any indicator for how this entry is going to be, I warn any readers to maybe steer clear for the sake of their own good humour. I was saying to Fausti just then that I'm going through one of those phrases where I am just incredibly sick of my brain. I keep on thinking this allegedly amazing ( Read more... )

School has started back again- a mere week off that flew by. My easter break began with driving to Canberra (9 hour drive, but actually really cool to finally drive from melbourne back up the coast) for jamboree action, which was so great and necessary for me to have. Then I  went up to Sydney where my days were sucked away amidst a haze of ( Read more... )

This week of school is proving intense. You know those crazy weeks that just somehow sneak up on you? Neutral mask comes to a close next week, so this week we have a solo due- we've had to research a god/goddess and then incorporate their essence into a suitably neutral performance. I've picked Dionysus- and pretty much drawing on the story of the ( Read more... )

Argh being kicked out of the school computer labs cos they're closing.

but here is a poem my darling sister wrote and sent to me in an email.

Redfern Station

She walked like a young girl
wearing her mother's shoes,
sashaying down the platform with her handbag
held smartly by her side.
Her silver-streaked curls, pulled back
under a filthy ( Read more... )

Wow. Some of the posts I've written in my head that haven't made it online have been cuh-raaaazy. Every day seems to splash by in a rollercoaster of emotions. Classes that don't even physically exhaust me because of crazy workouts (see Capoeira) seem to mess with my emotions in other ways. Deep breathing can really fuck you up. In class yesterday ( Read more... )

Bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

The thing that people don't realise about what happens in drama school is that pretty much 90% of it is made up of... breathing. Revelatory, no? So many classes we lie on our backs attempting to lower our breath and "release the pelvic floor" (that's a direct quote). Unfortunately, I can't even really sneer at these hours upon hours of breath work ( Read more... )

Well, here I am! In Melbourne! Sound those drums and trumpets my friends...

These last two weeks since I "moved" down (I still don't have a place to live, so I've been living with Ben, lovely Ben) have been some of the most exciting and terrifyingly anxiety provoking weeks of recent memory. Generally I am not homesick, just with a general feeling of ( Read more... )