And so on, and on it goes…

Step One: wrestle with technology (fittingly, it took four attempts for me to spell technology correctly. I wonder if it’s like the word “Macbeth” in the theatre…using “the T word” in a computer lab is perhaps the trigger for things to blow up, shut down, yell at you, etc.) If you are reading this, applaud me for conquering technology (don’t really clap, though, because that would be weird. Just give me mental accolades. Thank you. Thank you. I’m here ’till 2013.)

Step Two: Write. Well, it’s strange that I managed to do step two without fully completing step one. In fact, I don’t know if I’ll ever master technolog, so forget I mentioned it.

So, now you’ve had to endure two paragraphs of ramble. Congratulations for getting this far. There are cookies by the door. Since your energy is probably lagging at this point (TIP: caffeine is usually a good go-to substance to improve this), I shall put my “getting to know you” details in a (hopefully) easy-to-read format (unlike the rest of my post).

Name: Laura

Age: 17 (no, I haven’t mis-typed my age. I am a youngin. Please spare me the goo-goo-gaa-gaas and the “HA! HA! SUCKER! YOU CAN’T GO TO THE PUB!!!! WHY DON’T YOU GO HOME TO YOUR MILK AND COOKIES?” routine.) I turn 18 on 9th June – feel free to send bottles of alcohol over on this date.

Course: Media and Communications. I’m looking to get into journalism, but I also want to go to NIDA (National Institute of Dramatic Art) after completing my “real degree” and pursue an acting career.

Loves: Acting, singing, dancing, writing (really?), reading.

Hates: steak, blood, arrogance, brussel sprouts, tequila (just…don’t. Seriously. Don’t.)

I come from Trafalgar. No-one’s ever heard of it. Usually the conversation goes like this:

“So…where are you from?”

“Trafalgar”

“…”

“It’s in Gippsland. About 2 hours away.”

“Oh. Right. Cool.”

And then, knowing they still have no clue where it is, I change the subject to “So…where are you from?” And, of course, they answer “[insert any Melbourne suburb here]”. But, now, I am living in Carlton, so I am immensely proud to say that people actually know where I come from!

I checked my bank account today (after spending half an hour psyching myself up for it, so I could avoid breaking down in tears in the middle of Union House), after a week of paying for board, rent, food, gas and electricity, furniture and other fun things like laundry powder, detergent, scrubbing brushes, etc. I hate spending money on insanely boring things. I’m thinking that in about a week I will be going to Macca’s, buying a 50c cone and asking for $6.50 cashout, just so I have money. Such is the life of being a poor uni student…

Bring on the Mi Goreng.

I remain humbly yours,

Laura

PS: I stole that line from Marieke Hardy, one of my favourite writers, however now that I have admitted my lack of creativity once, I shall continue plagiarising without shame. Pity I can’t do that with Uni assignments…

PPS: Thanks for sticking with me through this nutty first post. I hope to regain my sanity soon and hopefully my writing will actually become mildly read-worthy.