OK. So it's been a month. I do still love you. I PROMISE!

Like many other beautiful, gloriously dedicated posters here, I have been terribly slack in my duties as reporter for this lovely blog.

The truth is, my existence has been terribly unexciting. There really has been nothing to report.

Right now, I am deliriously happy. I really am. I am living on my own, sleeping well, eating well, not on drugs, have a bottle of wine in the fridge (hence the happiness), some really good friends (thanks Cristina!), subjects I am more-than-semi-enjoying, three H2Bs, a H3 and (whooo!) a H1 (this is not as impressive as it sounds – it was a really easy assignment). I have learnt how to get (kindasorta) good marks from doing minimal work, which has been the most liberating lesson of my life.

My family-sickness (eg. homesickness but for family, not family illness as in hereditary lung disease or something like that). has seriously subsided, and I am rather enjoying being away from the Evil Stepfather (fairy tales *%&#ed up a lot of things, but they got the stepfamily bit right), though I am still missing Mummy and the wee siblings as they totter around gleefully back in the rolling hills of the country. However, they have learned to live without me and I without them, so we are all living wonderfully!

Hmmm….what else…I am helping backstage in a local production of Les Miserables back in the country. Wish I was in it – I need to get back on the bloody stage! I’m going NUTS! And I’m also stage managing Little Shop of Horrors for my old high school, which is going to be stressful but good. I get to boss around stroppy high school kids and even my former teachers have to listen to me! I rule! (well, I rule backstage. But just pretend I’m “king of the world!” a la Leo DiCaprio.)

Hmm…I also got to perform my Year 12 Drama Solo at Top Class on a pretty stage at the Melbourne Recital Centre, so that was cool…and…umm…struggling for content much like the Herald Sun… OOH! Here’s something…

Whilst I am on the subject of theatre, I recently saw Richard III with MTC. OH MY GOD IT WAS AMAZING!!! If you are even remotely interested in theatre, go and see it. It’s only $30 for under 30s. Seriously. Go. If you hate it, you can stone me Life of Brian style. Jehovah! Jehovah!

OH I REMEMBERED SOMETHING SEMI-INTERESTING TO TELL YOU!!! I STARTED SINGING LESSONS!!!! YAY!!!!! This is exciting to me, because for the past seventeen years I have been completely winging it, and somehow a lot of people thought I was good. And now, I’m actually learning about it – I’m not a huge imposter anymore! So, my housemates are convinced I have finally gone mad, with strange sounds coming from my room day and night, which I say are vocal exercises…  I understand none of you will share my excitement, but I am rather enjoying these lessons so I thought I should share.  

Also, following in Cristina’s footsteps, I got published in Farrago. It’s a fairly boring article about Wikileaks, but, yeah, read it. If you want. You don’t have to. Obviously. I’ll be shouting it from the top of Union House via an elaborate PA system, so everyone at Uni will hear it whether they want to or not. Or you can wait for the audiobook, which will be out in two weeks’ time. Yes, yes, I think I’m going mad.

I need to make this post seem important, in some way. I assure you, it isn’t. Oh, no! I have contradicted myself! Ahh! The world’s going to end!! OH NO!!! Okay. Exaggeration. Again. I tend to do that quite a lot. “And then a crocodile came…and bit be into parts…PIECES…”

This post is awesome. End of story.

Until something write-able happens again…

I remain, humbly yours,

Laura