So some people are scum.
I have various pet peeves, but one of my biggest is when people pee on toilet seats. Whenever I walk into the toilet, there is an increasing chance that there will be drops of urine on the seat. It only takes two extra pieces of toilet paper, people. Sometimes even just one piece. I don't want to sit on your wee, biatches.
Anyway, here's some entertainment.
Back to trying to do these assignemnts before my horrid work hours later tonight. I ain't a 9-to-5-er; I'm a 9pm-to-4.30am-er.
Woot.
Lovemeg
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
#47: Podcast Episode Three
So here it is as promised.
Featuring Lover Joel and Maryanna via text message.
Lovemeg
Featuring Lover Joel and Maryanna via text message.
Lovemeg
Monday, February 25, 2008
#46: Tackling the Past
So I'm back in Bathurst after a tiring four day stint in Penrith.
I worked 24 hours behind the bar during this short time, which I'm hoping will earn me the "mega bucks" as one of the patrons put it (Obviously a play-on-words concerning my name. I think...). However, as pay doesn't come through until Wednesday, I have to budget for the first 3 days at Uni every week, meaning less drinks at the bar on Tuesday night and less carrots in my vegetable cooler.
After work on Saturday, I attended Tom's 18th Birthday bash, something I had been looking forward to all week. I'd get to see everyone, boast about my adventures in University Land and just relax. I, however, felt rather underwhelmed after the affair. I feel that perhaps the outcome of the night may have altered if I had join in with the drinking festivities, however I was glad I didn't after the sight of Russell's demise.
I just found that there were only a few people who I enjoyed seeing. The others I couldn't have cared less about. It was not too long into the night until I found myself sitting with Jess, discussing CSU, instead of mingling with the past chapter in my life. This was a very unsettling emotion for me: I truly missed a handful of people and was glad I had had the chance to catch up with them. But for the rest, the conversations bored me, the personalities seemed too mundane, the immaturity in the faces of people unsettled me.
I feel old.
Lovemeg
I worked 24 hours behind the bar during this short time, which I'm hoping will earn me the "mega bucks" as one of the patrons put it (Obviously a play-on-words concerning my name. I think...). However, as pay doesn't come through until Wednesday, I have to budget for the first 3 days at Uni every week, meaning less drinks at the bar on Tuesday night and less carrots in my vegetable cooler.
After work on Saturday, I attended Tom's 18th Birthday bash, something I had been looking forward to all week. I'd get to see everyone, boast about my adventures in University Land and just relax. I, however, felt rather underwhelmed after the affair. I feel that perhaps the outcome of the night may have altered if I had join in with the drinking festivities, however I was glad I didn't after the sight of Russell's demise.
I just found that there were only a few people who I enjoyed seeing. The others I couldn't have cared less about. It was not too long into the night until I found myself sitting with Jess, discussing CSU, instead of mingling with the past chapter in my life. This was a very unsettling emotion for me: I truly missed a handful of people and was glad I had had the chance to catch up with them. But for the rest, the conversations bored me, the personalities seemed too mundane, the immaturity in the faces of people unsettled me.
I feel old.
Lovemeg
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
#44: Reframing Learning
So this is what I have to do at Uni.
Hitler Rap
Freeze Frame
Bambi Meets Godzilla
Internet is for Porn
Chinese Backstreet Boys
Life is good when you get to watch YouTube videos for homework.
Lovemeg
Hitler Rap
Freeze Frame
Bambi Meets Godzilla
Internet is for Porn
Chinese Backstreet Boys
Life is good when you get to watch YouTube videos for homework.
Lovemeg
Thursday, February 21, 2008
#43: Surprise Wake-Up Call
So I didn't go out last night, unlike my dormies.
It was the opening of DK, the pool club that occurs at the Oxford Hotel weekly, and everyone who was anyone was attending. I didn't go mainly because I figured I had already killed enough braincells this week, plus I wasn't feeling all that crash hot. Instead, I had a great night in with Lauren and Hayley.
I'm a heavy sleeper and only woke up once, however was informed this morning that there were a few lads hooning around in our cottage in the early morning hours. I left my room thinking that there would be the usual mess around the house, but was surprised at what was actually waiting for me.
I've devised a poll for all of you to guess what I saw. Please participate, and I shall reveal the answer in my next podcast.
Lovemeg
It was the opening of DK, the pool club that occurs at the Oxford Hotel weekly, and everyone who was anyone was attending. I didn't go mainly because I figured I had already killed enough braincells this week, plus I wasn't feeling all that crash hot. Instead, I had a great night in with Lauren and Hayley.
I'm a heavy sleeper and only woke up once, however was informed this morning that there were a few lads hooning around in our cottage in the early morning hours. I left my room thinking that there would be the usual mess around the house, but was surprised at what was actually waiting for me.
I've devised a poll for all of you to guess what I saw. Please participate, and I shall reveal the answer in my next podcast.
Lovemeg
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
#42: Lost and Found
So I'm in a better mood now.
I ended up at the Uni Bar this afternoon and was presented with my wallet, in an untouched position. My faith in the generousity and honourability of the CSU-ians continues to be strengthened, and I am currently sitting at my desk in a content state. I've begun researching for my first essay, slowly pouring out my political position on to a piece of paper. Just like draining ear wax.
Except more messy.
Lovemeg
I ended up at the Uni Bar this afternoon and was presented with my wallet, in an untouched position. My faith in the generousity and honourability of the CSU-ians continues to be strengthened, and I am currently sitting at my desk in a content state. I've begun researching for my first essay, slowly pouring out my political position on to a piece of paper. Just like draining ear wax.
Except more messy.
Lovemeg
#41: Heavy Heads
So I got bit drunk last night.
Some would probably say too drunk. But Returners' Night is a bit of a big deal. And a big deal it turned out to be.
The night started with a canceled dorm meeting that everyone showed up to believing it was still going ahead, due to the lack of advertising by our RA's. However, the pizza still came, and everyone was dressed up for the theme of the night: Anything But Clothes. Before you jump down into the proverbial alligator-infested sewer, most people were wearing garbage bags, Passion-Pop cartons, those reusable Supre enviro bags... I covered myself in newspaper, however as it slowly ripped away, I decided to pretend I was part of Wyndradine (or is it Windradyne?) where the theme was Tight and Bright.
After downing a fair bit of Skyy vodka and three shots of cheap tequila while playing Mario and Sonic Olympics on the Wii, we headed down to the Uni Bar how I somehow dodged the radar of the scrawny, rat-tailed bouncers. I was already totally off my face so I really don't understand how I was able to get in. After telling Jess I would always remember her name even when I was drunk and telling Beth I was sure I'd run against her before (even though she still denies it), I got a call from Olivia. Even though I can't remember all that much from our conversation, Liv, thank you so much for calling; it was great to hear your voice.
I have two stamps on my arm, meaning I entered the Uni Bar twice. I recall going through the bouncers twice, but I don't know why I went outside. Toilet break perhaps. That minor detail aside, the major fault of my evening was not taking a bag to the bar. My wallet must have popped right out of my pocket, meaning I have to cancel all my cards and have no way to get home, no way to get credit and no money full stop. Hopefully I can work out something rather soon.
Otherwise I'll be stuck here for life.
Lovemeg
Some would probably say too drunk. But Returners' Night is a bit of a big deal. And a big deal it turned out to be.
The night started with a canceled dorm meeting that everyone showed up to believing it was still going ahead, due to the lack of advertising by our RA's. However, the pizza still came, and everyone was dressed up for the theme of the night: Anything But Clothes. Before you jump down into the proverbial alligator-infested sewer, most people were wearing garbage bags, Passion-Pop cartons, those reusable Supre enviro bags... I covered myself in newspaper, however as it slowly ripped away, I decided to pretend I was part of Wyndradine (or is it Windradyne?) where the theme was Tight and Bright.
After downing a fair bit of Skyy vodka and three shots of cheap tequila while playing Mario and Sonic Olympics on the Wii, we headed down to the Uni Bar how I somehow dodged the radar of the scrawny, rat-tailed bouncers. I was already totally off my face so I really don't understand how I was able to get in. After telling Jess I would always remember her name even when I was drunk and telling Beth I was sure I'd run against her before (even though she still denies it), I got a call from Olivia. Even though I can't remember all that much from our conversation, Liv, thank you so much for calling; it was great to hear your voice.
I have two stamps on my arm, meaning I entered the Uni Bar twice. I recall going through the bouncers twice, but I don't know why I went outside. Toilet break perhaps. That minor detail aside, the major fault of my evening was not taking a bag to the bar. My wallet must have popped right out of my pocket, meaning I have to cancel all my cards and have no way to get home, no way to get credit and no money full stop. Hopefully I can work out something rather soon.
Otherwise I'll be stuck here for life.
Lovemeg
Sunday, February 17, 2008
#40: Bare Walls
Dear Internet,
I am experiencing a change in setting and am interested in your services to alleviate the senseless void developing in my psyche.
All people experience sensations of being new. An amateur. Beginning at square one. I am prepared for the oncoming changes organised to occur in my life over the oncoming years, however still wish to reach out to what I know best. My past. My habits. My home.
I live in Cottage J situated in the Bathurst Diggings residency and am having difficulty transforming my 10x5 metre box into a comforting and space-maximising abode. I need what is familiar to really amp up the homely setting required to exist here for the next year.
All of my friends who have visited my room in Penrith realise I have a heightened appreciation for band pictures cut out of the Drum Media, photos of friends and the God-send that is Blu-Tack. I cannot survive without covering my immediate surroundings with reminders of the past, stagnate with markings from those happier times. Times to remember and cherish when life takes a turn for the worse.
My request is that your minions, dear Internet, send me articles to place on my walls to lift my spirits and improve the decor in my room. I pose to the readers a challenge: send me a piece of paper with a single word written on it. It can be any word you wish, as long as it has some significance to your relationship with me. On my next Podcast of Vlog, I will attempt to identify which word matches with which friend, ultimately providing myself and my subscribers with a bond-strengthening experience.
So if there’s anybody out there, feeling somethin', send me a line. Or a word, rather. Don't hold back.
Yours sincerely,
Lovemeg
Post to:
MEG ELIZABETH EBELT
CHARLES STURT UNIVERSITY
LPO BOX 8059
BATHURST, NSW 2795
(Lolz at Potbelleez reference. I r smrt.)
I am experiencing a change in setting and am interested in your services to alleviate the senseless void developing in my psyche.
All people experience sensations of being new. An amateur. Beginning at square one. I am prepared for the oncoming changes organised to occur in my life over the oncoming years, however still wish to reach out to what I know best. My past. My habits. My home.
I live in Cottage J situated in the Bathurst Diggings residency and am having difficulty transforming my 10x5 metre box into a comforting and space-maximising abode. I need what is familiar to really amp up the homely setting required to exist here for the next year.
All of my friends who have visited my room in Penrith realise I have a heightened appreciation for band pictures cut out of the Drum Media, photos of friends and the God-send that is Blu-Tack. I cannot survive without covering my immediate surroundings with reminders of the past, stagnate with markings from those happier times. Times to remember and cherish when life takes a turn for the worse.
My request is that your minions, dear Internet, send me articles to place on my walls to lift my spirits and improve the decor in my room. I pose to the readers a challenge: send me a piece of paper with a single word written on it. It can be any word you wish, as long as it has some significance to your relationship with me. On my next Podcast of Vlog, I will attempt to identify which word matches with which friend, ultimately providing myself and my subscribers with a bond-strengthening experience.
So if there’s anybody out there, feeling somethin', send me a line. Or a word, rather. Don't hold back.
Yours sincerely,
Lovemeg
Post to:
MEG ELIZABETH EBELT
CHARLES STURT UNIVERSITY
LPO BOX 8059
BATHURST, NSW 2795
(Lolz at Potbelleez reference. I r smrt.)
#39: Low Bass Thuds
Saturday 16 February
So it’s 1:30am.
I’m definitely turning into a morning person; I can’t handle these late night anymore. My newest dormie has turned his music off after seeing me wander towards my room, and taking into account how much he has looked after me tonight, I can see a healthy relationship in the future. Brenton is a diamond in the rough I think. He’s a DJ, decked out in the most geometrically patterned metro gear available on the market, but he’s also from Hay. I dare you to come up with a better paradox than that. However, regardless of his history, he seems like a really nice guy, staying at home with me on my first night back, introducing me to some of the people he stayed with last year over a game of Wii golf.
Living on campus I believe will be a step in the right direction for me. Existing away from my selective high school upbringing and plunging into true adolescent reality is going to be a journey. I’ve already learnt that profanity cannot be used enough. Drinking never becomes tired. And no one is a virgin.
This time next year I’m sure I will fit the mould.
But do I want to?
Lovemeg
So it’s 1:30am.
I’m definitely turning into a morning person; I can’t handle these late night anymore. My newest dormie has turned his music off after seeing me wander towards my room, and taking into account how much he has looked after me tonight, I can see a healthy relationship in the future. Brenton is a diamond in the rough I think. He’s a DJ, decked out in the most geometrically patterned metro gear available on the market, but he’s also from Hay. I dare you to come up with a better paradox than that. However, regardless of his history, he seems like a really nice guy, staying at home with me on my first night back, introducing me to some of the people he stayed with last year over a game of Wii golf.
Living on campus I believe will be a step in the right direction for me. Existing away from my selective high school upbringing and plunging into true adolescent reality is going to be a journey. I’ve already learnt that profanity cannot be used enough. Drinking never becomes tired. And no one is a virgin.
This time next year I’m sure I will fit the mould.
But do I want to?
Lovemeg
Saturday, February 16, 2008
#38: Greetings from Home
Thursday 14 February
So CSU internet is annoying.
I really wanted to blog as much as possibly possible during this week, however incompatibility issues arose to disrupt my future plans from taking place. Apparently. The web browser Safari isn’t very welcome on the CSU network, hence my inability to email, post, podcast or vlog.
However, I now have Firefox on my laptop and should be able to quench your burning desire for Meg gossip from now on. To be blatantly truthful, I don’t have any particularly interesting gossip, rather just stories to tell of the week that passed. It is hard to remember everything that happened during O Week due to the frantic pace of the activities, but I will try to recall the most exciting events in as thorough detail as I can muster.
The town revolves around the Uni. The discounts they provide students are countless, with almost all outlets providing some kind of aid for us tertiary educated kids, ranging from bank accounts to ice cream, from cheap grog to cheap swimming pool membership, from not looking twice at a bunch of us screaming “I’m a little teapot” at the height of our inhalation to knowing what the theme was that night at the Uni Bar when we placed an order for 60 metres of material. After reading the preceding sentence back, I believe an explanation is in order, but keep up (Come on, I had to during this week). Most banks set up stalls on the central lawn on Wednesday, offering student account, as well as other information set-ups such as NRMA and student exchange. If you want really nice gluten-free ice cream, got to Annies’. There is always a venue for pre-drinks before a Uni bar night, providing Happy Hours and discount beer/cocktails for us adolescent alcoholics. $9 per week unlimited visits to the local pool. During the Mystery Bus Tour, we were forced to sing nursery rhymes at the tops of our lungs to please our leaders, which was obviously not surprising to the Bathurst residents who jeered and cheered. Spotlight, Salvo’s, Bargin Bin and Vinnies’ seem like the places to be for Bar dress up nights.
Basically, the community spirit is not only drilled into the new students of the college, but rather ingrained into their psyche through constant reminders of our togetherness through isolation. Everyone will say hi to you as you walk along the path to sign up for the week’s tutorials, however, it is only possible to connect with others if you take the time to understand the differing views. The journalism students seem like the most interesting to me, but that might just be my own preferences. Let’s see what happens when the returner’s make their… return.
I’m predicting a transformed atmosphere when I arrive back at my Bathurst home.
Lovemeg
(P.S. If you wish to contact me, do not hesitate to call me on 0263387582 or send me snail mail at CSU, LPO Box 8059, Bathurst NSW 2795)
So CSU internet is annoying.
I really wanted to blog as much as possibly possible during this week, however incompatibility issues arose to disrupt my future plans from taking place. Apparently. The web browser Safari isn’t very welcome on the CSU network, hence my inability to email, post, podcast or vlog.
However, I now have Firefox on my laptop and should be able to quench your burning desire for Meg gossip from now on. To be blatantly truthful, I don’t have any particularly interesting gossip, rather just stories to tell of the week that passed. It is hard to remember everything that happened during O Week due to the frantic pace of the activities, but I will try to recall the most exciting events in as thorough detail as I can muster.
The town revolves around the Uni. The discounts they provide students are countless, with almost all outlets providing some kind of aid for us tertiary educated kids, ranging from bank accounts to ice cream, from cheap grog to cheap swimming pool membership, from not looking twice at a bunch of us screaming “I’m a little teapot” at the height of our inhalation to knowing what the theme was that night at the Uni Bar when we placed an order for 60 metres of material. After reading the preceding sentence back, I believe an explanation is in order, but keep up (Come on, I had to during this week). Most banks set up stalls on the central lawn on Wednesday, offering student account, as well as other information set-ups such as NRMA and student exchange. If you want really nice gluten-free ice cream, got to Annies’. There is always a venue for pre-drinks before a Uni bar night, providing Happy Hours and discount beer/cocktails for us adolescent alcoholics. $9 per week unlimited visits to the local pool. During the Mystery Bus Tour, we were forced to sing nursery rhymes at the tops of our lungs to please our leaders, which was obviously not surprising to the Bathurst residents who jeered and cheered. Spotlight, Salvo’s, Bargin Bin and Vinnies’ seem like the places to be for Bar dress up nights.
Basically, the community spirit is not only drilled into the new students of the college, but rather ingrained into their psyche through constant reminders of our togetherness through isolation. Everyone will say hi to you as you walk along the path to sign up for the week’s tutorials, however, it is only possible to connect with others if you take the time to understand the differing views. The journalism students seem like the most interesting to me, but that might just be my own preferences. Let’s see what happens when the returner’s make their… return.
I’m predicting a transformed atmosphere when I arrive back at my Bathurst home.
Lovemeg
(P.S. If you wish to contact me, do not hesitate to call me on 0263387582 or send me snail mail at CSU, LPO Box 8059, Bathurst NSW 2795)
#37: Greetings from Bathurst
Tuesday 12 February
So I’m officially a Uni student.
I am currently sitting on the couch in my dorm, writing this blog in a word document as my computer has decided to not connect into the network. Life without the internet has been reasonably easy for me, after years upon years of addiction, but I still really need an outlet to vent my deepest, darkest feelings about the universe.
I am currently sitting here with Hayley, one of my dormies, discussing schoolies and skin cancer. My dorm mates are the best I could have ever wished for: my room is next to Joel’s, a guy who loves to party and walk into my room looking awkward. Up the other end of the cottage are Hayley and Lauren, two very open and talkative girls who I can see myself becoming very close to. They’re all very tidy and considerate while keen to make friends.
What I found so easy about this entire experience was what I thought I would find the hardest: making friends. It’s an even playing field; no one knows anyone else and when you’re all thrown together to make up a special dorm dance to show off at the Uni Bar that night, you are forced to socialise. In my RA group (All the way with IJK) there is a fabulous array of people: from all areas around the place, including Mr KK from Russia (That’s his nickname because none of us can pronounce his real name). Our RA (Residential Advisor), Mandy, is possibly one of the most excitable people around. She’s a second year nursing student, however she is over 20. I think it’s a job I wouldn’t mind putting my hand up for next year.
I’ll post more later.
Lovemeg
So I’m officially a Uni student.
I am currently sitting on the couch in my dorm, writing this blog in a word document as my computer has decided to not connect into the network. Life without the internet has been reasonably easy for me, after years upon years of addiction, but I still really need an outlet to vent my deepest, darkest feelings about the universe.
I am currently sitting here with Hayley, one of my dormies, discussing schoolies and skin cancer. My dorm mates are the best I could have ever wished for: my room is next to Joel’s, a guy who loves to party and walk into my room looking awkward. Up the other end of the cottage are Hayley and Lauren, two very open and talkative girls who I can see myself becoming very close to. They’re all very tidy and considerate while keen to make friends.
What I found so easy about this entire experience was what I thought I would find the hardest: making friends. It’s an even playing field; no one knows anyone else and when you’re all thrown together to make up a special dorm dance to show off at the Uni Bar that night, you are forced to socialise. In my RA group (All the way with IJK) there is a fabulous array of people: from all areas around the place, including Mr KK from Russia (That’s his nickname because none of us can pronounce his real name). Our RA (Residential Advisor), Mandy, is possibly one of the most excitable people around. She’s a second year nursing student, however she is over 20. I think it’s a job I wouldn’t mind putting my hand up for next year.
I’ll post more later.
Lovemeg
Sunday, February 10, 2008
#36: Rainbow Suitcase
So packing is an intricate process.
I’m currently sitting on my bed, surrounded by every colour of the material rainbow, scrunching up my nose in an attempt to avoid the dust that has sprung from the depths of my wardrobe, reclining backwards in defeat.
I’ve always been a brilliant packer. However, I have never had to pack this much of my life into a small bag. The logistics of this process is thoroughly complex: due to my plan to live on campus for four days of the week and exist at home for the remaining three, I have come to the conclusion I need certain supplies in Bathurst and here in Penrith. Sure, it’s easy to organise double toiletries and cooking/eating utensils. But what about clothes? Shoes? Undies? Socks?
I’m thinking I will take all items of clothing that I own, and then take a small backpack that acts as a vessel for my weekend clothes that I shall pick on each Friday before I leave. I’m setting up camp in a new place, and instead of feeling like I’ll be returning home to Penrith every weekend, I foresee myself mentally preparing to leave for a weekend away at work. Not a weekend at home.
Basically, it’ll be like a weekly holiday. And you will all be there on holidays with me, meaning that it in essence, Penrith will act as a retreat. An exciting place. Reinvented. An escape. Well, that’s what I’m hoping will happen. Make it fall into place, people.
Meanwhile, my pants aren’t responding to my requests for them to move, hence giving me more room on my bed to lay down and meditate. Lazy ass pants.
Lovemeg
I’m currently sitting on my bed, surrounded by every colour of the material rainbow, scrunching up my nose in an attempt to avoid the dust that has sprung from the depths of my wardrobe, reclining backwards in defeat.
I’ve always been a brilliant packer. However, I have never had to pack this much of my life into a small bag. The logistics of this process is thoroughly complex: due to my plan to live on campus for four days of the week and exist at home for the remaining three, I have come to the conclusion I need certain supplies in Bathurst and here in Penrith. Sure, it’s easy to organise double toiletries and cooking/eating utensils. But what about clothes? Shoes? Undies? Socks?
I’m thinking I will take all items of clothing that I own, and then take a small backpack that acts as a vessel for my weekend clothes that I shall pick on each Friday before I leave. I’m setting up camp in a new place, and instead of feeling like I’ll be returning home to Penrith every weekend, I foresee myself mentally preparing to leave for a weekend away at work. Not a weekend at home.
Basically, it’ll be like a weekly holiday. And you will all be there on holidays with me, meaning that it in essence, Penrith will act as a retreat. An exciting place. Reinvented. An escape. Well, that’s what I’m hoping will happen. Make it fall into place, people.
Meanwhile, my pants aren’t responding to my requests for them to move, hence giving me more room on my bed to lay down and meditate. Lazy ass pants.
Lovemeg
Friday, February 8, 2008
#35: "Hi, I'm a Mac..."
So Macbooks are addictive.
I'm sitting on the floor of my living room, the screen glare illuminating my face as I hunch over my new gleaming Macbook. I have derived much enjoyment from exploring the programs and applications that are presented to me, while figuring out the differences between this system and my beloved PC. I have discovered that the only main difference between the two is that Macs seem to be tailored to the younger generation. With the flashy graphics that bend and twist over the page when you quit them, or the icons that bob incessantly when they become active (eg. When a new email is received, the email icon springs into action), Macs are certainly much more exciting than the dusty, traditional PC.
I have never owed a laptop in my life, but the freedom I am experiencing makes me feel like a real journalist. To be able to sit amongst nature while tapping rhythms of information into cyberspace is empowering and motivating.
It makes blogging really enjoyable.
Lovemeg
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
#34: Politics
So the outline for my Australian History and Politics core course has been posted on the official CSU website.
Here is the summary:
First Essay (compulsary) - Due 19 March - 35%
Second Essay (optional) - Due 15 May
Research Exercise - Due 22 May - 20%
Multiple Choice Exam - Exam Period - 10% (must pass)
Written Exam - Exam Period - 35%
Forum Participation - Throughout Year - Bonus 5%
The last line refers to the online forums set up for this subject in which students studying the course are required to participate in discussions on various topics concerning Australian Politics. I'm glad that Mr Howie introduced me to this form of interaction last year through our Exension English One wiki: I was an avid contributor to those threads, and I can see myself settling back into this mode fairly quickly.
Now, I don't have much of a political view: I am a sheep of generation Y who voted Rudd to shun the stale atmosphere that was clouding around Howard's policies (however, I am not implying that all Rudd votes have this mindset). As I am all for free speech, I would really like to hear your views on my first essay topic. Of course I will not be using these opinions within my piece, however rather to help me flesh out my own beliefs. Please feel free to comment this blog and leave a brief answer to the essay question, refute views put forth by others and just establish general discussion. You don't need a blogger account to comment my blog: just click on the "Add Comment" button, and post under either an "Anonymous" user or create a nickname.
Here's the question: What has shaped your current political position?
Look forward to hearing from you.
Lovemeg
Here is the summary:
First Essay (compulsary) - Due 19 March - 35%
Second Essay (optional) - Due 15 May
Research Exercise - Due 22 May - 20%
Multiple Choice Exam - Exam Period - 10% (must pass)
Written Exam - Exam Period - 35%
Forum Participation - Throughout Year - Bonus 5%
The last line refers to the online forums set up for this subject in which students studying the course are required to participate in discussions on various topics concerning Australian Politics. I'm glad that Mr Howie introduced me to this form of interaction last year through our Exension English One wiki: I was an avid contributor to those threads, and I can see myself settling back into this mode fairly quickly.
Now, I don't have much of a political view: I am a sheep of generation Y who voted Rudd to shun the stale atmosphere that was clouding around Howard's policies (however, I am not implying that all Rudd votes have this mindset). As I am all for free speech, I would really like to hear your views on my first essay topic. Of course I will not be using these opinions within my piece, however rather to help me flesh out my own beliefs. Please feel free to comment this blog and leave a brief answer to the essay question, refute views put forth by others and just establish general discussion. You don't need a blogger account to comment my blog: just click on the "Add Comment" button, and post under either an "Anonymous" user or create a nickname.
Here's the question: What has shaped your current political position?
Look forward to hearing from you.
Lovemeg
Monday, February 4, 2008
#32: Networking Troubles
So I think MySpace decided to delete my personal profile.
If it doesn't work in the next few days, I think I'm going to have to start a new one. I'm certainly looking forward to wasting lots of time on the net just to add everyone again.
Lovemeg
If it doesn't work in the next few days, I think I'm going to have to start a new one. I'm certainly looking forward to wasting lots of time on the net just to add everyone again.
Lovemeg
Sunday, February 3, 2008
#31: Working Hard
So I got a job.
Being employed it much better than I thought it would be. After hearing all the tales of boredom you people spit, I expected a long night. But I surprised myself.
Working at the St Marys' Band Club is a rather easy job: cleaning, bar work, general organisation. Stuff that doesn't take too much effort. The hardest part of my new part-time occupation is remembering the troupe of workers' names. There's a lot of them. I befriended Anne on Friday, helping her behind the bar and learning what all the regular patrons order. Then I met Glen on Saturday night, a tall, bleach-blond, late-twenties guy who asked me if I was gay within an hour. How straight-forward the people of St Marys are.
I'm not a regular gambler. I've played the pokies twice, losing $10 in my entire history of gaming. I knew that some people had gambling addictions and it was a major factor influencing suicide rates, however I didn't realise the extent of this problem until last night. My shift spanned from 8p.m. to 2a.m. and throughout the night there were fluctuations in crowds around the bar and pokies section I was working in. At 7p.m., the amount of people reached its height as almost all of the 189 machines were occupied, and there were still at least 15 people there when I signed off for the night. Who plays the slots at 2 in the morning? That image has basically rid me any desire to ever gamble.
Haven't seen the real colours of the club yet, and I'm not just talking about their Friday nightclub called Colours. There was one disorderly man thrown out last night by security but he caused minimal chaos. I'm hoping that all nights go as smoothly as the one I just experienced.
Otherwise, I'll have to get my ninja groove on.
Lovemeg
Being employed it much better than I thought it would be. After hearing all the tales of boredom you people spit, I expected a long night. But I surprised myself.
Working at the St Marys' Band Club is a rather easy job: cleaning, bar work, general organisation. Stuff that doesn't take too much effort. The hardest part of my new part-time occupation is remembering the troupe of workers' names. There's a lot of them. I befriended Anne on Friday, helping her behind the bar and learning what all the regular patrons order. Then I met Glen on Saturday night, a tall, bleach-blond, late-twenties guy who asked me if I was gay within an hour. How straight-forward the people of St Marys are.
I'm not a regular gambler. I've played the pokies twice, losing $10 in my entire history of gaming. I knew that some people had gambling addictions and it was a major factor influencing suicide rates, however I didn't realise the extent of this problem until last night. My shift spanned from 8p.m. to 2a.m. and throughout the night there were fluctuations in crowds around the bar and pokies section I was working in. At 7p.m., the amount of people reached its height as almost all of the 189 machines were occupied, and there were still at least 15 people there when I signed off for the night. Who plays the slots at 2 in the morning? That image has basically rid me any desire to ever gamble.
Haven't seen the real colours of the club yet, and I'm not just talking about their Friday nightclub called Colours. There was one disorderly man thrown out last night by security but he caused minimal chaos. I'm hoping that all nights go as smoothly as the one I just experienced.
Otherwise, I'll have to get my ninja groove on.
Lovemeg
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