These sleeping dogs won't lie

Lara, you took a photo of us... still in our singlets and tights, my hands on your shoulder, covered in white paint and glowing from the joy of rehersal.
You had washed your face, but still smelt faintly of sweat, paint, polished wood, carpet and the electrical-fire scent of the bright stage lights.

You are loved. Thank you.
"Fork"

God is empty, just like me

I've been staring at this "compose blog" box for... I don't know how long.
I've gotten a total of almost 6 and a half hours sleep over the past three days. My entire body aches (the sort of pain that permeates right trough your muscles and bones eventually causing a constant throbbing at the base of your neck... like after an OD or something similar). I'm so tired I don't realise my eyes are closed until I notice how dark it is... Yet sleep will not come.
Not that I deserve it.
Fuck. I'll explain in the morning. Right now I'm going to go upstairs and try to pass out on my bed (despite both the parents and the sibling blasting their music... it may just be possible. Oh god. I need morphine, or some other form of opiate).
*
Hannah, you were a manipulative cunt to me.

The scurge of every sea

Finally, Kaylie, here for your viewing pleasure, is: *rumroll* A PHOTOGRAPHIC ACCOUNT OF MY WEEKEND INCLDING (but not limited to) PICTURES THAT MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE MY HAIR IN THEM!!

There were GINORMOUS MOTHS EVERYWHERE:

AS BIG AS MY NECK

AND MY SHOULDER!

And here is:

George the 'Lace Monitor'













a.k.a. Varanus varius
(his spiecies name - we looked him up)

Lara and I - Gangsta times ya'll.

Ro warmed me in her hoodie, so I gave her a kiss.

Nikki on the "log bridge" - i.e. A felled tree with a rope beside it
(I FELL OFF IT and got a rather nasty bruise that covered my entire left knee)

10 out of 10 Alex's reccomend bush walking...
....even if it is DANGEROUS! (I was attacked by a plant, most likely lantana)

This one is blurry. It features (from left to right): Nikki, Me, Ro and Alex

(the horizontal one above us is Lara - I don't know who was sitting in the chair)

There is another photo... but I will spare you it. It came about when somebody said something about 'hands' and 'pants' (I can't remember exactly) and I replied with "I CAN FIT MY ARM IN MY PANTS!! EVEN WITH BOXERS ON AND MY BELT DONE UP!!" and thus, the photo was taken when I was proving that such a feat was possible.

My dearest Kayable

I apologise that I have not written the story of my glorious weekend for you... my brother was using Larry (his computer broke) and now that I have him (Larry) back, I must get to bed so that I can awake in the morning and go to Cyber English (I am doing it because I get to play a Zombie in our class' performance! WOO!).
Fear not, I shall soon regale you with tales of the red belly black snake I almost stood on, and of George, the lace monitor. Also I shall show you photo's and inform you of THE JIGSAW PIZZLE I BOUGHT FOR MYSELF....
Soon, my lovely, soon.

Te amo, por siempre,
-Frin

Fragments Of Fear

ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.....

Title: Fragments Of Fear
Who: James Nash Physical Theatre Troop (my friends and I)
What: A collage movement piece which explores the central concept of 'fear' through a number of different physical styles including Ankoku Butoh, Acrobalence and Ritual Movement.
When: Friday the 3rd of November, 7pm
Where: James Nash SHS Performing Arts Building, Gympie
Cost: $5 (tickets on the door -or- I can reserve you some)

And this is our spiffy little flyer thing:

Please, please, PWEEEEAAAAASSEEEEEEEE come see us!

As the world implodes we fall in to it

I'm feeling very "Australian" today. I have been reading "Down Under" (by Bill Bryson - the wonderful man that wrote "A Short History Of Nearly Everything" - like Discovery Channel... but in a BOOK!) and thus love of my 'sunburnt country' is in overdrive. I made damper. And tea. And sat talking to Roy (I took to referring to him as "mate" often... and talking with a slightly 'nasal'-y tone). It was grand, and I'm only about 30 pages in. (Kaylie, beloved, if you read this go to the library and get it out. Now!)

AND! I think I should own a mass spectrometer. It would make things involving my intense curiosity of everything a lot easier.
On that note, Operation D.O.O.M. goes well. A new theory has been devised and I am delighted to discover that I know more about exploding things than I originally thought (all I need now is to get my hands on some magnesium powder).

When I was young I knew everything...

ARGH! If I'm so smart then why haven't I figured it out? You know, everything... everything I ever wanted to know... I'm filled with questions to which I cannot conceive of answers.. and as badly as I want the answers I am scared that I won't understand...
They tell me test put me in the "genius range with a 93.2% chance of scoring better with successive tests" well I DON'T FEEL LIKE A FUCKING GENIUS. I fell like a frustrated little kid that can remember being laughed at when they were 12... why did Dad laugh at me? Because I was angry then.. I was angry that I had spent MONTHS thinking through my existence and had not come to a solid conclusion. Well it's been over FOUR YEARS and I still don't know. I'm just some, pathetic little animal trying to struggle with "the nature of it's life" like a mouse trying to contemplate and conceptualise the enormity of the grand canyon (I doubt the mouse would be able to come up with bad metaphors, though - *sarcasm*wow, go me I can out think a damn mouse*end sarcasm* I don't like sarcasm... it makes me feel snarky - wrong).

*40 seconds and a complete change in perspective later*
I danced.... standing on the ground... moving through the air... I waved my arms around and enjoyed the feeling of the air... and that's all I need. Ever. The simple things, they're what ground me. They're the answer. They make everything worth it. The simple things that combine together to make that which is complex (there is more to that thought but I fear I am not as literary as I should need to be to make it as elegant as it deserves).... They're perfect, and breathtaking and beautiful.
It's ok now. Everything is ok.

Climb a mountain if I have to...

"I am Frin's inflamed sense of rejection."

The words: "Fucking FUCK" and "narrowminded biggotry"
come to mind. I'm sorry, Hannah.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this. Call again if you need. Have a good night."
I just... it hurts. And there's nothing I can do. That's all.

I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's Mom

This morning I got up at 4:40 (I hadn't slept -actually no, I lie, i slept for about 5 minutes after Hannah got up) and then I had a spectacular morning.
It consisted of: Snuggling. Sipping tea and stalking Hannah from outside the kitchen window. Sitting on the wall I'm building. Smiling at footprints in the dust. Walking down the middle of the road. Catching the bus by chance. Disapproving looks from old people at the train station *giggle*. Seeing Ash and huggling her Mother. Writing notes in condensation backwards on windows. Miming/shrades. Watching the two of them laughing. Running beside the train until I couldn't keep up. Walking all the way home, humming silly songs (like "Stacy's Mom" and the "Super Sonic Theme"). Finding a Kookaburra's blue and brown feather. Navigating the streets. Seeing FOUR yellow-tailed black-cockatoo's in a tree beside the road and still being able to hear them squawking happily from over 100m away. And being utterly alone for ages at a time, just me, the road and the bush.
It was a lovely morning.