This is my year 12 major work for drama. It is inspired by the television series ‘United States of Tara’. I wrote and performed this piece. My reasoning for posting it here is that I have two girls from the year below me performing it for their year 12 major works. So I figure, if it is searched it will show up as officially being written by me! Writing this piece almost killed me, I was on the verge of insanity at times and almost gave up on it all together on numerous occasions.
Maybe sometime in the future I will develop it further and make the characters more original and my own, but for now I’m happy to call this the final product.
the long hair resting on your shoulders
the eyes that seem just for me but really are for the gender
the jokes that go for months, but really are the only things going
the warped perceptions of what’s real and dreamed
the fake smile i have——awh jeez
It’s actually looking pretty impressive. Not to toot my own horn, but I’d totally hire me!
who the fuck can define the term ‘cool’….?
no one thats who! because being cool is completely subjective; everything everyone does is cool in some aspect.
The youth culture of today is so completely obsessed with being cool and avant garde that they’ve forgotten that trying to be cool is possibly the most un-cool thing one can do.
Just fucking do what you do, say what you say and stop trying to pretend you’re not like every other weed smoking, rave going, fuck head out there!
being cool is not fucking caring…!
The one week of freedom I have had from the clasp of high school has been great. This is only a taste of what my life is becoming…
How fucking exciting!
Good fucking company, great food, cheap booze, brilliant music, doobies, beautiful beaches, long haired boys…..can we wish for more…..?
These truly are the days of our lives, I don’t give a shit about the cliched, generic term; it describes exactly my feelings. A time of complete and utter freedom; where nothing matters except the moment you’re living…..
Pity about the hordes of Schoolies roaming the streets of my home town— purely repulsive… the lot of them!
life is good, all is well.