Sweeney Todd.

A while ago I was asked by a friend to play keyboard for  my home-town's local theatre company's amateur production of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

I hesitantly said yes.  (Given that his original, somewhat misleading question, was something like "Have you ever wanted to play keyboards in an orchestra?")

The more I heard about what was going on, the less I wanted to do it (especially given that I didn't really want to do in the first place), so I've since opted out.

I know I wouldn't have liked doing it anyway, and was fed up with hearing "It'd be good for you".  I think the person who knows what would be best for me is me.  To quote Morning Musume's I WISH "More than anyone else, I know myself the best."

I don't know what to put in these things.

Simply because I'm just not good at expressing myself.

I don't know how, and I don't remember school ever teaching me ~

Short story.

I had this idea for an Alien Encounter short story, before I went to bed the other night, and dreamt a good deal of what happened that night, I was shown what the cover should be and all, and even dreamt the theme song were it ever to become a movie.

I've started writing it down, and hope it to become an eBook.

I'll let you know more as I up date it.

Singing lessons

I've been going for a few weeks now, and started with Final Fantasy IX's, Melodies of Life, and am now working on Final Fantasy VIII's Eyes On Me, and the next song I'd like to tackle is Love Don't Roam, from Doctor Who, followed by Song for Ten, also from Doctor Who.

I don't want to be a Wiccan, but I might just try what Tip Toe Chick said.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEQKVBYbD9o&feature=feedu

That is, talking about writing, and being completely honest, or at least, as honesty as I know how to be with myself at this point in my life, and hold back as little as possible.

Maybe I'll start blogging a dream journal?

New music.

So, I'd written this new version of one of my old pieces of music, using EastWest Quantum Leap's Orchestra Gold, which uses super-realistic sound samples, and of course, feeling quite proud of my accomplishment, I decided to show someone, and Mum was the only person in the house at the time.

So I showed her, hoping for even the smallest about of praise, and what do I get?

"I was just talking to Maty, and he says Sweeney Todd rehearsals start in a few weeks, and you'll need to wear a black shirt" (I'll be playing the string section on keyboard).

*sigh*

After 33yrs, you'd think I would've learnt by now ~ -_-;

Burger rings.

Okay, so it turns out my sister went to get a packet of Burger Rings yesterday

My sister just left in Mum's car

because her's isn't registered.

She didn't say where she was going.

Just told Mum her washing had finished.

And then she was like "Can you turn it off?"

It's your fucking washing, bitch, you can turn it off yourself; facebook's not THAT important.

I'm angry.

I've recently gone back onto the dole (government benefits) for the gazillionth time in my life, after getting off Austudy, because the university I attend (UNSW) has me suspended for failing three terms in a row.

I've been on gb (government benefits) since I was about sixteen years old and have never had a "proper" job (The only employment I've ever had was when I lived in Sydney as a student working on casual employment as an extra.

It's time I had an ordinary job ... any job ... a 9-5, Mon-Fri office job.

I'm a qualified Graphic Designer and Journalist, but companies don't won't people with qualifications, they want people with experience - experience that I can't get without a job.

I want a job that earns me enough money to get me off the dole FOREVER.

I'd like to save up some money, buy a nice house in a nice location and start renting out and keep doing that until I've got a nice passive income going.

I'd like to be a filmmaker, but I'm completely over education - I'd like to start working now.

Previously, I was never willing to move to get a job. Now, I'm willing to move to anywhere where I can receive employment.