Organiser Girl

Isn’t it funny how you never really screamed at my face,
but your anger so unspoken and unchannelled
permeates my essence to the point where I,
Don’t want to see you hear you, be anywhere near you,
you probably think I’m threatened by you
but your illusionary power doesn’t threaten me,
Actually I think it’s kind of funny that you create an illusion that is a mirror,
I don’t appreciate you and I know that that surprises you
I suppose you see that those who follow their heart always win,
those with integrity have won the match before it’s begun

So rather than being kicked around, I’m going to kick you to the curb
So rather than being pushed around, I’m going to push you away first
So rather than trying to protect you, I’m going to cover my bases first
So rather than trying to open my heart, I’m going to lock it with a key
So that only the special ones, so that only the special ones, can ever get through to me

Some can see beyond the barrier of threshold whereas others can’t see beyond their sculptured mould,
you could offer me nothing, you could offer me nothing that I need
Do you think I’m asking too much?
A kind of respect and trust that shouldn’t even be questioned,
how can I open my heart with dishonesty sitting next to me?
I’ve honoured your honour to the point of embarrassment,
but innocence in the hands of the guilt-free is kicked to, is kicked to the curb
I was ashamed of my innocence,
I was ashamed of my innocence but now with clarity I see that your bullshit is just not worthy of me

So rather than being kicked around, I’m going to kick you to the curb
So rather than being pushed around, I’m going to push you away first
So rather than trying to protect you, I’m going to cover my bases first
So rather than trying to open my heart, I’m going to lock it with a key
So that only the special ones, so that only the special ones, can ever get through to me

I don’t want to be angry.
I don’t want to be angry.
I don’t want to be angry.
I don’t want to be angry.

This is not worthy of me
and now with clarity I see
that I can walk away,
I can walk away

I bought an ATC and a locking carabiner. Excitement. I’ve started some lead climbing at the gym. I find that I hurt quite a lot, often. But that just means I’m getting tough!

Going to see the Banff Film Festival tomorrow night at the Mercury, that should be good.

Area Man Constantly Mentioning He Doesn’t Own A Television

Last night I turned the TV on for half an hour in the Quest apartment that I’m staying in this week. It was ABSOLUTE rubbish. The only thing that I could stomach to watch was the last 20 minutes of “The 7:30 Report” on ABC. I spent the following ten minutes channel surfing and everything was trash, without a doubt. There is so much rubbish on TV. It’s not even worth having one. My friends look at me in amazement when I haven’t heard of certain television programs or products. I don’t have a television, and I’m proud of it. There are so many more things worth doing!

A small, young and enthusiastic cast did very well to carry off this farce as the script was quite complicated and at times difficult to follow. The play was well rehearsed with lines that ran smoothly and the characters were well cast to suit their roles. The set was modest but it worked well to give the play three locations without having to move any set pieces.

A young man in his early twenties, rejected by a girlfriend for no longer being ‘a brilliant young thing’ became depressed and eager to find someone who could help him to restore his brilliance so he could win back his girlfriend.

‘Kurt’ met an articulate young student, Bernard, in the local pub during a binge drinking session and was so impressed that he invited the student back to his apartment. Kurt had recognised the brilliance of the young man and decided to kidnap him and tie him to a chair until he divulged the secret of his brilliance in an effort to restore his own.

The play was set in a local pub, a café and the apartment shared by Kurt and his friend Lucy. While Kurt was the main instigator of the kidnapping, Lucy became drawn into the game and did little to help the struggling Bernard who was tied to a chair for most of the play. Kurt disappeared leaving the poor Bernard to face Lucy’s questioning and reasoning at to why she should not untie him and he regrettably spent more hours tied to the chair.

Both Kurt and Lucy moved through the scenes effortlessly while Bernard struggled at times with his demanding role.

The play finished with a nice little twist, as Bernard tried to impress Kurt’s ex girlfriend with the same brilliance that Kurt had done, thereby proving that Kurt really was still a ‘Brilliant Young Thing’ after all.

The Fringe is on - fantastic. I doubt there will be much happening on Organiser Girl whilst this is on. If I am doing any writing, it’s going to be for inthemix.com.au anyway. Keep an eye on my ITM profile for the list of articles that I’m writing there.

I have 4 theatre tickets that I WON to Menopause the Musical.
It’s on tonight, at 8 pm at Her Majesty’s Theatre in Adelaide.

Be the first and second people to get in touch with me (leave a comment, send an email, text me, phone me etc) and you can have a ticket to this show!