No Fat to cut.

Im tired.

People would say, 'well get more rest', and I say I get rest but Im tired. I have this politics essay on extension and my debate speech on Wednesday, plus an essay due next week before the blind test on the 4th of June for Maori. On the 5th of June Im going to lie in bed all day and sleep.

Policy paper has me beat, spent 2 days now wondering how to backtrack my presentation and include the phrase 'frank fearless advice' while both finding the source of the quote to cite, plus finishing the 1000 words I have left, while really truely understanding just what new public management is with useful policy examples.

We finished 48 hour film comp tonight, 'Stimulus Package' was born, but delivered 35 minutes outside of competition time, our first late entry/disqual. We drew politically incorrect, and as the only girl on the team was defaulted to the competition character Alex Puddle, an exaggerator. Im not an actor, never have been, but with 20 minutes to think about it, I was required to pretend I was having sex I didn't like with my onscreen/offscreen love match Dave/Seb, and spurn him for being 'too nice'.

Dave was then supposed to go and man-up into an un-pc bastardface, so the sex would be 'AMAAAAAAZING, super duper DOOOOPER duper amazing' (wtf... see this is why Im not an actor, I make up shit like that). Im not sure if Im going to let you see this one, there is buggery man-love in it, and me with my feet round my ears screaming 'oooooohhhhhh DAAAAVE'.

SHAME.


So now its late again and Im readying to finish the essay. ce'st la vie.