Hello there strange person who has found my journal! how did you get here? I'm not using tags!
I am Frecks! or Claire, either one is used by my friends, friends that I absolutely have! ... yep.
I thought that, since I went for the double gold option, I should start using the site for more features, including my journal, so here we are.
A little about me you ask? why sure!
I was born in Australia, raised by a closet nerd-man and a woman who wanted nothing more than for me to be my weird self- "let your freak flag fly" she once rang out during an awkward birthday party that had more wine than wine drinkers, and I did.
This attitude led to an early childhood of being the weird, ginger kid who decided that she wanted nothing more than to be the class clown, a role not traditionally held by a girl, but unlike the rest of my life, at that age being a girl never registered as a reason to not be what I wanted to be.
I got older at some point, I don't recommend it, and fuelled by my meth addict style addiction to laughter (self deprecating is a personal favourite) and attention decided that I wanted to be an actress.
But not just any actress, the best kind of actress! A voice actress.
I auditioned for my first part in school, the school had allowed funding and extra time to be invested in a student anime series, which until I auditioned for the lead, I was unaware was a Furrie Romance series. I was thrilled.
I landed the role of the leading lady after regaling the panel with my team rocket impressions (while my Jessie was on point, I was particularly proud of my James) and started table readings.
Then one fateful day, one of the teachers Googled (or probably back then, yahoo searched) what a furrie was and the series was cancelled, not that it was that kind of series, but teachers do love to overreact to things.
"Never mind, I'll study animation and voice my own work."
Which I did, and did.
Then one day, one of my university teachers decided to sit me down and tell me, that there is no room in the international market for a broad Australian accent, and if I wanted to be in anything, it was best to aim for Australian only advertising, which is predominantly full of child actors having a last hurrah, and that he wouldn't bother, in fact, he was quitting teaching, to become a personal trainer.
I wish I could say that I didn't take his advice to heart and reached for my dreams, but alas, this was the first in a long line of people telling me what I couldn't do and me choosing to believe them.
As I type this, I work in a Thrift Store, I enjoy the work and I support the charity 100%
I spend my days making jokes, singing with a lisp and impersonating Vladimir Putin if he were on a game show, it makes my boss laugh at least.
People say, 'in ten years time, you'll wish you had started today'
Fuck it, I think i'll join an improv class.