the power of intention.

Sooooo...I had my very first acting audition on Sunday and, according to my eyes and inbox, I've only gone and bloody got it!
It's a huge opportunity to showcase my shizz to all the heavyweight power people and even more arse-clenchingly awesome - it's in Barcelona!

Yaaaay life.



It's all happening...

Wide Awake

This is exciting.

me verses it.

'Beauty'

Origami lady, you're made of matchsticks
Pale and gaunt, so vacant, so still
Inspired, suddenly I want to be sick
With such desperation it's making me ill

Inflatable woman, please mind the cactus
Don't burst before I've heard you sing
I'll sleep on your forearm and eat more ice-cream
For you could have anyone, say anything

Jenny next door, she's not much to look at
She doesn't seem bothered, won't even try
Imagine taking such little care
God knows how she got that guy

Size 10, bronzed, with pearly veneers
5 foot 7, with moves like a cat,
D cup tits and legs up to here -
I'd fork out my organs to look like that.

suburban scene

No sleep last night. I'm on a major comedown from a 6 hour poetry binge and I'm bearing my swollen eyelids with pride.
Very upset at my dire financial situation - the worst part being I haven't yet picked up a copy of the new Bat For Lashes album. It's been way too long since I spent money on music, I'm genuinely ashamed. Worse still it means I haven't been in London for a month. Tragic.
In happier news, I'm writing a lot. And now blogging. Ace. And in a mere 12 days I officially turn 21...which, to be honest, is vomit-inducing.
Don't get me wrong, it's about time. But I can't help but be grossed out by my lack of achievement at this point in my life.

I'm pretty sure I had planned to be a child prodigy.