Say It With Me: Drama Queen!

Geez, I'm dramatic aren't I?

Didn't realize that until I read my last few posts. Don't even want to read back further than that, I want to cringe a little bit when I think about it.
Why is it so hard to read back on what you write? I'm having that problem as I'm writing for my huge creative writing project due in 3weeks. I have about 1,000 words. I need 4,000 more. And please don't look at me like that I'm taking 4 units this semester. Because I'm an idiot that's why. Oh, and also I'm racing to graduate by this year, I don't care what it takes!
By the way, I'm allowed to be dramatic now because I'm taking a unit called Children's Theatre and I get to play a duck. Yep, I'm not a tree but I'm supposed to be a cute, waddling, yellow, fluffy duck. I don't even know how to wiggle my ass (without some alcohol in my system). I am not going on that stage sober! But uhm, yea it's for children. I can't have tequila on my breath. Oh screw it, they're probably drinking more than I am right now. So, I am a Von Duck Family Singer and I get to sing a song (about ducks naturally, we don't actually have it yet so keep yer' fingers crossed!) and dance around in a showgirl kind of way. Get the feeling that this shouldn't be for kids? Yea. You should see our costumes too. I tried it on and looked like a really naughty french maid. Oh well, don't worry. I'm not going on stage without protection.
Right now I'm finishing an essay that's due tomorrow. I have 800 words left which really doesn't sound that bad. I was tempted to skip work but if you skip work you can't pay rent so that was outta the question. I now have enough for rent plus 10bucks to spend. Three cheers for my bank account! This is what happens when you work in a crappy Asian food cafe place with kiasu bosses who are really nice but are too damn cheap for their own good. I was cutting up onions and threw out a bit that looked dodgy and my lady-boss took it out of the trash and put it back on my chopping board. Lady, buy another bag, it costs like, I don't know, 2dollars? Geez.
What else - I have to workshop a creative writing piece and let my peers give me constructive criticism (rip it to shreds and kill my self-esteem). I have to submit a journal that is supposed to encompass records of my thoughts about 13 weeks of drama class. I've only done 1week. Oh well. I have to workshop a literary journalism piece that I've interviewed so many people for but I haven't found the perfect subject yet. Students can be really boring. I mean honestly. All we do is study, eat, sleep, binge-drink and wake up in the hospital. Where is the excitement?

My parents came to visit two weeks ago. Yea, time flies. It was so cool but I miss them already. I've been here for three years but this friggin homesickness refuses to go away. It's like a disease, I swear. I mean I like Perth as much as the next Asian despite having things thrown at me, but eh. Home is home I say.

I Dream...

Of nostalgia and Enid Blyton,
of mischief and twinkling eyes,
Of water balloons and sleepovers,
of Spice Girls and boy bands.

I'm still that kid and I refuse to grow up. Hope Dad doesn't read this. I'll get a job I swear Pa!

Peace to you and to you and to you. Now go finish your own essay and quit procrastinating. That's my job. Toodles.