Country/Girl – First Impressions

 The drive to Dalby takes 3 hours, 4 and a bit if you stop for second breakfast in Toowoomba. “What about elevensies, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, he knows about those, doesn’t he?” My first impression of the drive was that it wasn’t so bad really. My second impression was that maybe I should have a second bum that I can swap in when the first goes numb. Also some people drive like psychopaths the second they get out of sight of a town. “Civilisation can’t see me! Quick, overtake at 120 into oncoming traffic!” Other than a numb bum and near death, it wasn’t so bad really.

My first impression of the town was, “wow! Small!” Then, “huh, flat”, then “aw, pretty” and finally “ah! Hot!” We did a little recon trip to the school where Boyfriend will be working. It’s quite big and has a lot of art rooms. Also the year 11 and 12 lunch areas are brightly painted and fun, still strewn with photos and cards from graduation.

We were up there to look for houses in which to live. As Boyfriend is moving there ON FRIDAY it seems kind of prudent that he might have somewhere to put his things and sleep in. It really won’t do to have the new teacher sleeping on the street and piling stuff up under bridges. Though he is a drama teacher… weird shit like that is to be expected sometimes I think. My first impression of real estate agents in the Dalb was the same you might have anywhere “WHY ARE YOU SO RUDE AND SNOOTY ALL I WANT TO DO IS GIVE YOU MONEY AND MAYBE YOU CAN LET ME LIVE IN A HOUSE?” It wasn’t all bad, but there were some corkers. By lunch time I was tired and grumpy, sunburnt and disheartened with the whole thing. And we hadn’t even inspected any places yet! The Coffee Club stinged us $60 for lunch, just like home! So nice to have a bit of familiarity in your luncheon… or was it elevensies?

We had one really nice real estate agent. And in the end, after a few inspections, we put down applications on two places through her. We are waiting to hear finalisation, but it’s looking like we’ve been successful with one of them. So huzzah! The Drama teacher Bridge Troll of Dalby will have to wait for another opportunity for his reign of terror.

My first impression of the drive home was “hurrrrrngh! Why?” and my first impression of my bed when we got home was “zzzzzzzzzzzz”.

x

The Writer's Tale

So I’m reading this.

It’s both simultaneously amazing and awful. Amazing because it’s Doctor Who, and it’s writing. It’s Russell T Davies explaining his process and his ideas and how he gets it done and why he does it. Awful because it’s Russell T Davies explaining how hard it is, and how manic he gets. How it only gets done because he smokes 50 cigarettes and gets drunk and doesn’t see his boyfriend for 2 months and hates everything. It’s an amazing writer being human and normal and a bit fucked. And I’m reading it and I’m thinking, well fuck. Go and get a job in mining or something, being creative is terrible.

Hello and welcome to my blog 2012. I’m not even going to explain why I haven’t been writing since November because it’s boring and mundane. I will give you a list of things I’ve done since we last spoke, which is also boring and mundane, and does in part explain my silence, but at least looks like I’ve achieved some stuff.

- Made the trailer for “Magic Inc”, entered it into the competition, didn’t win. Got a bit down about that, then got over it a bit too.

- started trying out some more comedy stuff on my twitter, rather than always whingeing about stuff
- whinged about stuff on my twitter

- Made the decision to move away from my home city to a rather small and far away town.

- Moved house (not to the small and far away town, not yet)

-       It’s funny how those words, “moved house” just don’t even a little bit cover the weeks of stress and madness, the look on your boyfriend’s face as you ask him to carry a fridge down the stairs, the pain of dealing with a real estate agent who thinks you owe them money, knowing you are going to lose that battle inevitably, and the kind of sweat only moving furniture can induce.

- moved in with my boyfriend, he’s nice

- Quit my job in order to facilitate aforementioned small town move (still working there, till March)

- Got really drunk too many times

- Bought a car

-       yes, that’s a thing I have done with all the insanity of sorting out insurance and rego and oh my god I bought a car

- Christmas

- New Years
- bought vintage clothes and some new shoes despite being poorer than I’ve been in years (please see earlier entry, “Bought a car”)

- watched a lot of TV

So, yeah. Russell T Davies is making me feel all sorts of things about writing that I haven’t stopped to feel before. All year I’ve been slowly thinking about how fun it would be to write and now here I am, about to embark on a crazy country town adventure, where I will actually have time and space to write and all I can think is actually maybe I want to work in a bank. Also Ianto. Fuck you Davies, fuck you.

But in spite of all these doubts I’ve got big plans for the blog in the new year. Oh I know everyone says that, but I think we’ve already established that I don’t give a fuck if my ventures don’t quite happen the way I planned, or if I, for example, quietly give up on the weekly challenges without telling anyone. So at the moment what I’m thinking is MOAR BLOGS – a few a week, with a sort of plan in mind for how often but without the strict Monday deadline. Something like, about 3 a week and there’ll always be one on a Sunday or something. I want there to be a few kinds of blogs – comedy, rant, review, amusing horoscopes, also I’m going to vlog. I’m thinking challenges may stay and possibly there’ll be one a week entitled “Country/Girl” that track my trials and tribulations as a city girl suddenly jobless and alone in Dalby.

This is Dalby:

Thanks for dropping by. x