'cause no matter how much you try to pretend like it is, life isn't a movie, and people don't magically realized they're making a tragic mistake until most often, it's too late. or that the things they use to protect themselves are in reality doing too well a job, and they' become safe, miserable people.

wednesdays child

im getting a bens cd
im getting a bens cd
la lala la la laaaa
la lala la la laaaa

thanks ryan :)

hello, i am the scariest thing you'll ever see

if there is anyone out there who is feeling extra generous and feels like getting me a or some presents, someone on ebay has the whole collection of strawberry shortcake dolls up for auction

here

it would make me really happy...

Knockabout dream needs more magic

A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM: Burnside Players

Burnside Ballroom

Until March 29

Reviewed by Matt Byrne

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DIRECTOR Thorin Cupit delivers a knockabout production of Shakespeare's finest comedy that aims to please and takes plenty of chances.

A large, enthusiastic and endlessly energetic cast give their all to make this path of true love as bumpy as possible.

There's Morris elf dancing, harmonious singing, Fruchoc gathering and sliding door segments that would delight any good fellow.

And there are some fine performances, especially from Rhodri Henry-Edwards, who makes a hugely entertaining, over-the-top Bottom, and Gerard Ryan, who exudes intrigue in Darth Vader mode as Oberon.

They receive good support from Theresa Dolman as Titania and Jamie Wright in fine fettle as Francis Flute, one the very popular mechanicals.

But what really makes the Dream is the magic and the vagaries of love, and there needs to be much much more done with the lighting, special effects and the subtleties of love's inconstancy.

The ballroom may not be conducive to great lighting but much more could be done with the lights it has. This show has to have magic and fairy lights alone won't do it.

The four-way love battle between Lysander (Rohan Watts), Hermia (Rachel Spargo), Demetrius (Lochie Cupit) and Helena (Carly Whittaker) becomes a bedroom farce without a bedroom.

And while there are ample bosom jokes to match the ample bosoms, there are many more levels that could be explored.

Louise Brumby brings a delightful dance dimension to Puck but this plum part needs an experienced actor to bring out the many twists in blind Cupid's perilous plot.

The gaggle of goblins and Gulf War fairies keep the action moving and a big audience enjoyed the generous spirit of last Saturday evening's performance.

So if this shadow hath offended, grab a ticket and see what's mended, all this love for one small fee, ah what fools these critics be!

· Abridged version of this review published in the Eastern Courier Messenger, 26-3-3, p. 35.

"I've invited my fellow documentary nominees on stage with us here in solidarity with me," he said, "because we like non-fiction and we live in fictitious times. We live in the time where we have fictitious election results that elect a fictitious president. We live in a time where we have a man who's sending us to war for fictitious reasons, whether it's the fiction of duct tape or the fiction of orange alerts. ... We have a man sending us to war for fictitious reasons. We are against this war, Mr. Bush. Shame on you, Mr. Bush, shame on you."

from the cnn website

he also went on to say that george bush should listen cos the pope and the dixie chicks are against him

michael moore is my hero

i was flipping channels between law and order, ( i didnt see the whole thing cos i was putting eli to bed), the chat room, (cos there was some talk of the whitlams being on there...it was a lie), SBS, (cos there's no clock in the lounge and i didnt want to miss queer as folk, and the oscars. i happened to be watching while they announced the winner of best documentary.

and the winner is...michael moore, bowling for columbine

standing ovation, looks of, 'isnt he lovely and amazing' from various people

michael says thanks and then proceeds to tell george dubya that no one wants a war and then he gets booed. BOOED! and then, they started playing music over the top of him.

and then the funniest part, when barbara striesand stood up and said some bullshit about how she loves america because it lets people sing and say what they want without predujice....i think you need to cast your mind back about 5 minutes, barb. america, or at least the majority of america that was sitting in front of you, think that it's fine to sing and say what you want without predujice unless you're michael moore

i'll be looking for his speech, i'll put it up here if i can find it

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last night went really well. we got some laughs. i get laughed at for my patheticness, which is kinda ok i guess. i did get some sympathy which was cool. theres a part where im begging demetrius to be with me, and then i give up and get mad, telling him its not the same for girls, we cant fight for love, we're supposed to be wooed. and as im 'hand on my forehead over acting the woo', he runs off, and i got a few, 'ooohs', like, ooh he's nasty to her. apparently i also did some kind of wiggle thing when he told me he loved me and i got some laughs for that.
im not sure if the reviewer was in last night or not, but once i get a copy of the review i'll post it here for you.
personwhosnameimustnevermentions mum and dad are coming tonight, i'm sure i'll hear libby laughing and i hope that wont put me off. right now, the only thing that puts any of us off is when someone puts their finger up to make a point...i shall explain, although you probably dont realy want to know.

x walked up to me the other day, with his finger pointing up, and said to me, mum, i put this up my bum, and look what came out, and his finger was covered in poo. so everytime someone points their finger, someone laughs. i did it without thinking to rohan in one scene, and i saw a little twitch in his face, so i did it again, and he laughed and again and again, and when i waited for him after the scene he was about ready to kill me. 'once, ok, twice...yeah, pushing it a little, but ALL THOSE TIMES!' aaaah, funny

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i found this while i was looking up things that people search for, and find my site in the process, here are some of the more interesting ones

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...yes...

opening night...im not nervous, im just worried about getting wet, running around the building for my entrances since, yaaaaaaaaaay, its raining..

at least theres one thing that makes me smile

he gave me a rock and that was it

and both of us are to blame for doing things without thinking.
i had rehearsal yesterday from 10 until about 2, when we broke for lunch. this i did not know was happening, since i got an email from thorin the night before saying 'bump in at 10, runthroughs at 7', i thought we were going to be there all day. but matt turned up just as we were breaking for lunch, so we went and had lunch among the 'i thought you were rehearsing all day' s. i went back to where locky is house sitting and ran through the big scene, then decided to go see nanna and poppa since poppa will be starting radiotherapy next week, i wanted to see how they were.
they werent home. robert was home and i dont particularly like him. he said they'd be back within the hour. so i thought, where shall i go, and i went to daniels. yeah, i know, stupid place to go, but no one else was home and i hadnt seen him for so long i thought it would be ok to visit.
we talked, and caught up on stuff, it was good. then i left, went to nanna and poppas, then went back to rehearsal.
when i got back there, matt was waiting for me with a bag of clothes. he said that i wasnt coming home, and that he'd packed or 4 changes of clothes for me. i knew why, but i was more pissed off at the fact that he'd followed me or checked up on me, than anything else, so i didnt fight it. i didnt have time anyway, rehearsal was starting, so i said goodbye and went in. i spoke to stacey and told her what was going on. stacey probably isnt the right person to talk to since she's all man hater and that after she broke up with her husband of 15 years, but she said things that made sense. i also spoke to ...cant remember her name...but she said she'd been on matts side of it, so it was good talking to both of them. i didnt have a good rehearsal since i was practically still crying as i walked on, but i got through it.
mum rang, and she said she'd talk to matt when he came back to get the kids. i got a message from her later on that said it was really ok to go home, but i didnt really want to. i planned on sleeping on the lounge at least, but matt made me come to bed. he was sorry that he freaked out the way he did and he said that he believed me about what happened. theres that, at least, i guess. and then he a gave me a rock with his name on it, he's got one too, and he said that if i accept the rock, i have to promise to be faithful and true to him, and to try to work things out with us, but also, if i take the rock, it meant that we'd broken up. i cried, but it was with relief. i know that sounds bad, but i had been saying for a long time that we needed to be apart, at least in words, for this to work. we're both staying in the house but he's not going to pressure me about anything anymore. as long as he knows that things are going to take time, i think it can work.

you should all go here

well, it's gone.
my car is now sitting sadly in a car yard on morphett road, waiting for me to come back to it, but it knows that it will never see me again.
we traded it in. they gave me $400. $400 for my baby.
i have a new car now. i hyundai excel. it's ok. it can go all the way up the express way at 100 kms, and not even matts car can do that.

my old car

i added a new link today to katie's stories. i found it one day when i wrote something about justin, and she happened upon my blog, commented, and i followed her link back.
she writes really well. i feel lots of things when i read what she write...i identify with a lot of them, reunion, in particular...anyway, you should just go read them for yourself

two days until i have to hand in my homework. i've written 3 pages with a surprisng lack of swear words. i'm thinking of designing a sticker for my car. when i can come to say his name, i will

bjork

we live on a mountain
right at the top
there's a beautiful view
from the top of the mountain
every morning i walk towards the edge
and throw little things off
like:
car-parts, bottles and cutlery
or whatever i find lying around

it's become a habit
a way
to start the day

i go through this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

it's real early morning
no-one is awake
i'm back at my cliff
still throwing things off
i listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
i follow with my eyes 'til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks

and when it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?

i'll go through all this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

bjork

oh, and anatone broke up, i think
i'll explain later

and to justin, i'm really sorry to hear about the squirrel and the chipmunk

i had another good session with deidre. i showed her my blogs, well, this one and meandering. she's going to have a look through them. my homework for this week is to write a letter to him. and to try and say his name more. at the moment, because i cant say it, he still has some control over me. i'll be yelling at him in the letter about that, dont you worry. the letter isnt to post, its just to write, and i can say what ever i like in it. i'm supposed to write it by hand, but i'll post a copy of it, i think. either here or in meandering, depends how it turns out.
i cant remember if i said anything, but i ran into mark at the tonsley the other night when anatone were playing there. when we were emailing back ad forth, he said that he thought he should have been nicer to me when we were going out. i didnt understand at the time, because he was nothing but sweet to me always, and i told him that. so when i saw him the other night, i squeezed it out of him what he meant by it. after ages of prodding, he said that if he was nicer to me, maybe we wouldnt have broken up. i almost cried. i felt so bad. he said that he was happy with his life now, so its not like he wishes he was with me, so i felt a bit better when he said that.
i said that i was sorry. i know i hurt him really bad, and i did feel bad for it at the time, as well as now. i must go through these phases, kinda like how fashions come back in every thirty years or so, every few years i get this independant streak where i dont want a boy friend and i want to do what i want when i want. it just seems that i only ever feel that way when i do have a boyfriend, and when i dont,i always want one.

never satisfied

apparently the wish list link doesnt work, so for all you people out there desperate to buy me something, try this one

my wish list

and please dont hesitate to get second hand books or other things instead of new ones, im all for recycling. but be careful cos i was looking around before and adding all these 1 cent books to my shopping cart. i ended up with about $17 worth of books, but it came to almost $100 with the postage and all that, so dont get sucked in like it did

it would be fun if my head stopped hurting

dr. suess has the same birthday as me

yay

who is mr rogers?

it's my birthday tomorrow.
i'm having a party today.
the food is ready, the party hats and lolly bags and balloons are all out...now all i need are some people to come over

if anyone wants to buy me something for my birthday, i've got a whooooole list of goodies here