Acme Looniversity

If you recognise the subject title, then well done, you're pretty much as sad a person as I am. :P

Anyway, I've been feeling a smidgen old as of late. In less than a month I'll turn 18, which means I'll be able to get up to all sorts of drinking and gambling shenanigans as well as get myself into R-rated movie theatres (because I appreciate the artistic value of such programs, I assure you).
Additionally, today was a fascinating day for me, because I enroled with Victoria University. Yup, I'm goin' to college.

Gee golly gosh, I hadn't been to the establishment since mid-November when I had the initial interview (which I passed with flying colours, being so charismatic and lovable and full of myself), but now they wanted more than answers about where I'm from and what I plan to do...
They wanted forms! They wanted tax file numbers! THEY WANTED ME TO SIGN WITH A BLUE PEN.

It's rather daunting to know that by the end of February classes shall begin, and it's back into the bloody school system for me, for three years of performance studies. Gotta pick up my bachelor of arts (also known as a bachelor of unemployment) so I can make my resume bigger, raid Grundy headquarters outside of Melbourne and gain fame as a member of the Neighbours cast.

Yeah that's right, I got a plan. Australian daytime television, man. I'll make a killing. What writer wouldn't love to have opportunity for making dialogue for an Australian character with a Canadian accent? I could say 'eh' at the end of every sentence, and perhaps even 'aboot' once or twice.

In the meantime my divine mission is to get some acting experience in the big city, hone my craft and save up money for the future. The future where, after getting some roles in local gigs and five, count 'em, FIVE Logies, I head on over to America and get an agent with sunglasses and one of those mobile phones from the early 90s that nobody uses anymore.

Then, when I'm rich, famous and have had at least three scandals, my career can take a nosedive and I can sell my teeth on Ebay. Then it's back to Australia, to rejoin the cast of Neighbours, and boom, career comes full circle.

...Yup, I sure as hell do have a plan. It's a plan that sucks, but it's a plan all the same.

A quiet week for the Tones...

Crikey, the old b-log. Frankly it terrifies me. My last entry was on December 21st, yet it claims that it was updated on the 24th. What kind of mysterious update that never happened could that be???

Anyhoosers, it's all been bewy bewy quiet up in TonyTown, as it stands I've been working out my university timetable (I have no idea what I'm doing, don't be surprised if I get booted out of uni in week 1) and studying my katakana. Didn't take long to master hirigana. And you know, I never would've thought that I would do most of my studying after finishing school.

Now then, I thought I would make the statement now, because I can type really really fast and it doesn't require much effort for me to make this statement (wee look at me type, I'm faster than a speeding individual. Zoom zoom zoom... err, yeah, anyway), VINCE YOUNG SHALL BE A TITAN.

Not really a bold statement, but I thought I would declare that now so I could be one of the millions who celebrate the Titans' draft day when Young is announced as being pick #3, or alternatively one of the millions who scream with rage at the television when Vinny is shunned by those in Tennessee, Titans get Jay Cutler, while McNair and Bulluck announce that they're going to play for the Colts from now on and my head explodes. ...Worst-case scenario.

Ooh, and I went to big Spengler's party a week ago and haven't left the house since. I kinda sat there looking witty most of the evening, because I'm a bit of a bust at parties. I get all quiet and nervous, possibly because flashing neon lights and loud noises terrify me. They don't in actuality, but it was fun to think that they did.

I ended up leaving early 'cause I was feeling lonely. Only I could achieve that, feeling lonely at a party. It's a long story, one that I shan't divulge to make myself seem more enigmatic. Either way, Erin had already spilt her booze on me, that drunkard. lo