So various occurrences have occurred recently during my life.
I am currently in my first week of mid-semester break, enjoying a goon-free existence. I miss my dormies already, showing how much they have become apart of my life. However, it has been good catching up with old mates and catching up with the goings-on and gossip and such.
I usually write these blogs by splashing all the random thoughts and memories I have on to the page, then go back and edit the events into chronological or thematic order. However, I have decided to just go with the flow and write what comes to mind without additional editing. You know, just for the hell of it.
The last week of Uni was hectic. Fully hectic, brah. Amidst the rush of assignments, I found myself having minimal sleep, minimal intake of food and minimal work planning. There was a night there where I was finishing off this assignment that I severely underestimated, falling asleep on the floor due to severe exhaustion, my notes plastered to my face. However, I finished all of my assignments and think I gave a good swing at them. The Mini-Final Fling was jam-packed with interesting encounters, including Tay's delicious pancakes (leaving me wondering how she makes them the size of the pan without screwing them up), hair-straightening (yes, I decided to not be lazy), Piss-Pop drunkeness, treks to Kylie's room, dancing in GHL with those faces I'd always seen but never knew, coming out to like a thousand people, and having this guy rub his lower regions against my back in some form of dance move. Good night all in all, with only a bottle of Passion-Pop, two bottles of beer and three vodka sunrises under my belt.
I haven’t been to parties reminiscent of my high-schooling days recently, and I’m finding myself really craving a Bob get together. You know, one of those huge, roll-in-the-luscious-carpet, make-strange-cocktails, continuously-wander-around-maze-of-his-house parties. But I had to settle for a small gathering at Hayley’s, another pastime I’ve been deprived of for months. After turning up late, I arrived to an interesting welcome. I haven’t been greeted by a hoard of people for a long time, but there was a handful of hugs awaiting me at the door. I felt loved. And continued to feel so through the night. Possibly a little too much in the end. I don’t particularly feel as if I should recount every detail but here are some random occurrences from the night:
Tanya was there. I miss her so much at Uni. You really feel the time spend away from your best friend when you're in a different town. This must be what it's like to go on one of those overseas holidays away from everything that you know.
Geoff has a new squeeze. Tall. Blonde. Stubble. Sexy Sam got the tick of approval from me. And witnessing the foreplay between them as they wrestled on the carpet in the living room gave me an insight into gay male relationships.
Hayley ended up getting that job at the sex shop. I don't know why she finds it so appealing.
I witnessed Gabrielle barf pink into the toilet. That'll teach her for drinking Black Cruisers.
Camelia apparently chain smokes now, which I don’t find that surprising at all. I seem to have a tolerance to second hand smoke these days; I wonder what my lungs look like on the inside.
I never thought that the dux of a grade would drop out of Uni to join Greenpeace, but that's our Dorrell.
Tsing Tao is good Chinese Beer. And it's fun to throw. I currently have an obsession with splashing beer on people. So perhaps it's better for you to stay away from me if you see me drinking beer. It doesn't have the same effect with out drinks; only beer makes the lasting impression I intend it to have.
There was a hand down my pants at some point in the evening and it wasn't mine. I can see this experience having repercussions.
Geoff decided to punch a door, leaving this large crater, cracking the white paint and denting the wood. He always acts upon some strange emotion when he has been drinking, becoming aggressively confident in himself. I don't know whether this is a good or bad thing for him.
I can remember nachos. Well-made nachos at that.
Sleeping with Tanya and Gabrielle in a double bed was rather warm, and I discussed with my friends the positives of sleeping naked, and soon ended up in my underwear. To my surprise I was joined by Gabrielle, who then tried on my pants. I woke up the next morning still without my clothes, a single sleeping bag covering all of us, and cans of red bear surrounding the bed.
And the night wouldn't have been complete without me hurting myself. After hiding in a corner, I was thrust backwards, momentum carrying my limp body to through the air, my head slamming against Hayley's desk. But never fear, Doctor Tanya was on the case, at the scene in a jiffy with a bag of frozen peas to halt the growth of scar tissue on my skull. Unfortunately for Hayley's floor, the bag had a hole in it and frozen peas went every where. The ones that caught in my clothes appeared around the house the next morning. Don't you love finding random peas everywhere?
Should I buy the entire collection of the L Word on DVD? Hmm, but I also feel like getting Sex and the City and Outrageous Fortune too. So much TV watching.
Elise and myself are going to the local Operator Please gig next week. I know I personally cop a lot of flack for supporting them, but youth-driven, piano pop really pushes my buttons. Is that OK with you? Is it? Perhaps it stems from my own desire to be a famous musician and can picture the music I create sounding something like OP. Oh well, Flamingo Crash and Little Red are supporting so I believe it will be a very well-rounded gig.
I attended a humanities class at UTS last Friday with Maryanna. Why, I hear you ask. Because I can. Maryanna’s Uni buddies even questioned my objectives, however I gave them the same answer I will give you now: I need closure. I need to know I’ve made the right choice by attending a rural University. I need to know I’m not missing out on some metropolitan vibe emitted by the long-standing and reputable structures in the city. And apparently, I’m not missing anything. I shall discuss my findings in another blog after I visit Sydney Uni later this week.
I really need to run more. I feel so lethargic without daily exercise. I also miss my running buddies and all the inside jokes we had, all the practical jokes we played
Y'all should try chewing on some peppermint-flavoured gum with peach-flavoured ice tea. The sensation definitely sums up my past 2 weeks.
In a round about way.
Lovemeg
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
#58: Long Time Coming
So I haven't been here in a long time.
Sorry for the lack of bloggage, my adoring fans. A lot has happened in the past few weeks.
A promise of a new installment is on the cards for tomorrow.
Until then.
Lovemeg
Sorry for the lack of bloggage, my adoring fans. A lot has happened in the past few weeks.
A promise of a new installment is on the cards for tomorrow.
Until then.
Lovemeg
Monday, March 17, 2008
#57: Three Hours isn't a Cure
So I really don't know which people I should associate with and which I shouldn't.
I thought that coming to University, the majority of people would be like me when it came to essays: simple to follow structure, correct referencing, accurate grammar and spelling, sophisticated sentences, and not a conjunction in sight. However, this belief seems to continue to fail. After swapping some of my essays with some of my other dormies, it is hard for my to grasp how these people survived the HSC. I suppose all of you who go to a City University who began their course knowing that everyone else around them would have had to got above a certain UAI to be even sitting in that lecture theatre, unlike myself who is surrounded by a rough bunch of kids.
On the other hand, there are various people in my course who are above average intelligence, and I seem to not live near any of them. It pains me to think that even though I completed much of the work for the group presentation we had today, and had clearly set out the workload of the other three people in my group, I still was left picking up the pieces off the floor. Our group sucked big time today. It was the presentation that went along with our Lip Sync, and even though I did all of the paper work concerning our research, costuming, stage directions, inspiration, initial ideas and references, and the skeleton for the power-point, I was left to finish off half of the speech and the entire cover sheet which had been assigned to other group members to share the workload. Then, instead of reading the notes and then expanding on them, I found myself standing in front of the tutorial with a bunch of readers. I'm seriously considering putting in a work discrepancy form. But something is stopping me.
Pride should go jump.
Lovemeg
I thought that coming to University, the majority of people would be like me when it came to essays: simple to follow structure, correct referencing, accurate grammar and spelling, sophisticated sentences, and not a conjunction in sight. However, this belief seems to continue to fail. After swapping some of my essays with some of my other dormies, it is hard for my to grasp how these people survived the HSC. I suppose all of you who go to a City University who began their course knowing that everyone else around them would have had to got above a certain UAI to be even sitting in that lecture theatre, unlike myself who is surrounded by a rough bunch of kids.
On the other hand, there are various people in my course who are above average intelligence, and I seem to not live near any of them. It pains me to think that even though I completed much of the work for the group presentation we had today, and had clearly set out the workload of the other three people in my group, I still was left picking up the pieces off the floor. Our group sucked big time today. It was the presentation that went along with our Lip Sync, and even though I did all of the paper work concerning our research, costuming, stage directions, inspiration, initial ideas and references, and the skeleton for the power-point, I was left to finish off half of the speech and the entire cover sheet which had been assigned to other group members to share the workload. Then, instead of reading the notes and then expanding on them, I found myself standing in front of the tutorial with a bunch of readers. I'm seriously considering putting in a work discrepancy form. But something is stopping me.
Pride should go jump.
Lovemeg
Thursday, March 13, 2008
#56: Familiar Faces
So I have come to another conclusion about life.
There are many people you might see wandering around, who you know from your past, you might have even had a pretty good friendship at one point, but you pretend you don't know them as you walk by to avoid awkward conversation with them. These people you have usually only met once, or were friends with when you were really little. You form an unusual bond with them during the time it takes for you to cross paths once you've spotted them. You may smile or slightly raise your hand to wave at them, but recoil once you see their eyeline travel past yours, bowing your head and hurriedly scuttling past. Sometimes both parties might show an awkward curl of the lip, thinking to themselves "Where do I know that person from?" as bodies pass.
However, there are some people who confidently and strongly say "Hello" or the like, even if they continue to walk without even slowing down. Even though the moment is brief, you have still been recognised as a human being.
I am that person.
Lovemeg
There are many people you might see wandering around, who you know from your past, you might have even had a pretty good friendship at one point, but you pretend you don't know them as you walk by to avoid awkward conversation with them. These people you have usually only met once, or were friends with when you were really little. You form an unusual bond with them during the time it takes for you to cross paths once you've spotted them. You may smile or slightly raise your hand to wave at them, but recoil once you see their eyeline travel past yours, bowing your head and hurriedly scuttling past. Sometimes both parties might show an awkward curl of the lip, thinking to themselves "Where do I know that person from?" as bodies pass.
However, there are some people who confidently and strongly say "Hello" or the like, even if they continue to walk without even slowing down. Even though the moment is brief, you have still been recognised as a human being.
I am that person.
Lovemeg
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
#55: Punk is a bit Daft
So Around the World by Daft Punk is playing again for the 20th time today.
There is so many times you can listen to certain songs. Some people say that every song has this quality, but I tend to disagree on this issue. Not all tunes have a play-by date. Brent is attempting to mix One More Time with it, and because I am well versed in the editing process (of movies and songs), I can sense his painstaking process.
I'm attempting to get an early night, lying in my bed with the lights off at 9.30. However, with this racket, I've decided to continue with my politics essay. It's hard to craft out a thought-through response when you actually don't have much clue of what is expected.
But I suppose that's the task at hand.
Lovemeg
There is so many times you can listen to certain songs. Some people say that every song has this quality, but I tend to disagree on this issue. Not all tunes have a play-by date. Brent is attempting to mix One More Time with it, and because I am well versed in the editing process (of movies and songs), I can sense his painstaking process.
I'm attempting to get an early night, lying in my bed with the lights off at 9.30. However, with this racket, I've decided to continue with my politics essay. It's hard to craft out a thought-through response when you actually don't have much clue of what is expected.
But I suppose that's the task at hand.
Lovemeg
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
#54: Dark Circles Under The Eyes
So I have another toileting issue.
It might sound like I have a weird obsession with this necessary bodily function, however I find myself thinking about this every time I find myself on the loo; the porcelain throne; the toot. Does anyone else (and I'm mainly talking to the girls here) feel embarrassed when you're sitting, minding your own business, with someone else in the cubicle next to you and all you hear is silence? Neither person wants to break this with the sound of fluid excreting from their belows, concluding in continued discomfort for both parties. I even find it harder to start peeing sometimes when I know that someone else is listening.
My issues aside, I'm currently in my room, craving an early night. I know this doesn't sound like the regular desire for a Uni student, especially one that lives right in the thick of it, however after a late night of assignmenting and general staying up (code for being force to watch Lost by bffl Joel) too late has finally caught up to me. However, I did realise that if I dig into my studies, I can write a decent 500 word essay in just under an hour. Minus the research of course. I retain the knowledge that I'm free to stay in Bathurst for two additional days than usual due to my roster not calling for my attendance until Saturday, meaning St Pat's Ball, here I come. Many photos to be taken.
Speaking of work, apparently St Marys' Band Club rates at number 56 on the most violent clubs and pubs list, according to the Herald. But you know, at least it's not in the top 20 like Bloc, Panthers and, the perennial favourite, Embo. Behind the bar isn't violent at all: only prissy, homophobic idiots back here.
I can feel myself merging into the culture.
Lovemeg
It might sound like I have a weird obsession with this necessary bodily function, however I find myself thinking about this every time I find myself on the loo; the porcelain throne; the toot. Does anyone else (and I'm mainly talking to the girls here) feel embarrassed when you're sitting, minding your own business, with someone else in the cubicle next to you and all you hear is silence? Neither person wants to break this with the sound of fluid excreting from their belows, concluding in continued discomfort for both parties. I even find it harder to start peeing sometimes when I know that someone else is listening.
My issues aside, I'm currently in my room, craving an early night. I know this doesn't sound like the regular desire for a Uni student, especially one that lives right in the thick of it, however after a late night of assignmenting and general staying up (code for being force to watch Lost by bffl Joel) too late has finally caught up to me. However, I did realise that if I dig into my studies, I can write a decent 500 word essay in just under an hour. Minus the research of course. I retain the knowledge that I'm free to stay in Bathurst for two additional days than usual due to my roster not calling for my attendance until Saturday, meaning St Pat's Ball, here I come. Many photos to be taken.
Speaking of work, apparently St Marys' Band Club rates at number 56 on the most violent clubs and pubs list, according to the Herald. But you know, at least it's not in the top 20 like Bloc, Panthers and, the perennial favourite, Embo. Behind the bar isn't violent at all: only prissy, homophobic idiots back here.
I can feel myself merging into the culture.
Lovemeg
Saturday, March 8, 2008
#53: The First Article
So I wrote a little article for the student magazine.
Not sure if it has been accepted yet, but I thought I'd give you a peek anyway. The theme for the issue is "Chinese Whispers".
"“So, what do you think of the first years?”
This is the question on everyone’s lips. While wandering around the campus, it is hard not to accidentally overhear the conversations returners indulge in, discussing the new kids on the block. Words like “quiet” and “reserved” are thrown down like dirty socks behind a common room couch, however I am not convinced that our full potential has been reached in regards to campus reputation.
Many people seem to not notice a novice in the crowd due to our perceived silence, although there are various characteristics of a first year that differentiate us from our returning counterparts. We still wear our best clothes to class everyday as if we are in a fashion parade for Myer, not having transitioned to the stage of loosely fitting yoga pants, pyjama tops and over-sized Corey-esque sunglasses that is sported by the students observably experienced in early morning sessions. We turn up to the Uni Bar as early as possible after finishing a hard day full of tutorials we booked one after another thinking it was a race, leaving us with so much time on our hands through the rest of the week. And we live off a diet of 2-minute noodles and cup-a-soups.
We may do our readings and show up to lectures, but we are just like everyone else; not in the mood for work when we should be, and in the mood for a party when we shouldn’t be. We’re still learning the ropes, and you may need to be patient with us because we don’t have a 30-day money back guarantee. We’re like puppies: cuddly, cute, excitable, scared of lightning and unfalteringly curious.
And if you put in the time to train us, we won’t pee all over the house."
We sure won't.
Lovemeg
Not sure if it has been accepted yet, but I thought I'd give you a peek anyway. The theme for the issue is "Chinese Whispers".
"“So, what do you think of the first years?”
This is the question on everyone’s lips. While wandering around the campus, it is hard not to accidentally overhear the conversations returners indulge in, discussing the new kids on the block. Words like “quiet” and “reserved” are thrown down like dirty socks behind a common room couch, however I am not convinced that our full potential has been reached in regards to campus reputation.
Many people seem to not notice a novice in the crowd due to our perceived silence, although there are various characteristics of a first year that differentiate us from our returning counterparts. We still wear our best clothes to class everyday as if we are in a fashion parade for Myer, not having transitioned to the stage of loosely fitting yoga pants, pyjama tops and over-sized Corey-esque sunglasses that is sported by the students observably experienced in early morning sessions. We turn up to the Uni Bar as early as possible after finishing a hard day full of tutorials we booked one after another thinking it was a race, leaving us with so much time on our hands through the rest of the week. And we live off a diet of 2-minute noodles and cup-a-soups.
We may do our readings and show up to lectures, but we are just like everyone else; not in the mood for work when we should be, and in the mood for a party when we shouldn’t be. We’re still learning the ropes, and you may need to be patient with us because we don’t have a 30-day money back guarantee. We’re like puppies: cuddly, cute, excitable, scared of lightning and unfalteringly curious.
And if you put in the time to train us, we won’t pee all over the house."
We sure won't.
Lovemeg
#52: Lights and Sounds
So Colours wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Sure, it got rather busy around midnight, but it was highly bearable. Sure, there was a 30 all-in brawl right in the middle of the dance floor, but I was safely tucked behind the bar and not in the line of fire. And the music was a bit homie-g at times, but at least it had a beat.
My legs are getting pretty sore though. I don't do much walking; it's just the pressure placed on the balls of my feet that gets to me. However, you should all visit me one night. I believe I'm on most Fridays. St Mary's Band Club.
Be there.
Lovemeg
Sure, it got rather busy around midnight, but it was highly bearable. Sure, there was a 30 all-in brawl right in the middle of the dance floor, but I was safely tucked behind the bar and not in the line of fire. And the music was a bit homie-g at times, but at least it had a beat.
My legs are getting pretty sore though. I don't do much walking; it's just the pressure placed on the balls of my feet that gets to me. However, you should all visit me one night. I believe I'm on most Fridays. St Mary's Band Club.
Be there.
Lovemeg
Friday, March 7, 2008
#51: Pyjama Weekends
So when I come back to Penrith, I don't wear clothes.
I have to always trek off to work pretty much as soon as I wake up because of the awkward hours, so I spend my days on my computer, completing assignments and downloading music I'm not allowed to access through the Uni network, just dressed in my pyjamas. I feel rather greasy even though I've only just had a shower. I feel tired even though I've only just woken up. It's funny how certain items of clothing can make you feel different ways. Formal clothes make you feel uptight and uncomfortable. Casual clothes make you just want to lounge around. But pj's have this eternal force to make your teeth feel furry and your bones feel cold.
I'm currently watching "The Bucket List" and have decided Morgan Freeman has the best narrator voice. The storyline is rather interesting too: making a list about everything you want to do before you die. I think I might make one of them.
One day. Soon.
Lovemeg
I have to always trek off to work pretty much as soon as I wake up because of the awkward hours, so I spend my days on my computer, completing assignments and downloading music I'm not allowed to access through the Uni network, just dressed in my pyjamas. I feel rather greasy even though I've only just had a shower. I feel tired even though I've only just woken up. It's funny how certain items of clothing can make you feel different ways. Formal clothes make you feel uptight and uncomfortable. Casual clothes make you just want to lounge around. But pj's have this eternal force to make your teeth feel furry and your bones feel cold.
I'm currently watching "The Bucket List" and have decided Morgan Freeman has the best narrator voice. The storyline is rather interesting too: making a list about everything you want to do before you die. I think I might make one of them.
One day. Soon.
Lovemeg
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
#50: Podcast Episode Four
So barf is a horrible word.
Have fun kids. Hope you feel better than I do.
Lovemeg
Have fun kids. Hope you feel better than I do.
Lovemeg
Sunday, March 2, 2008
#49: First for Everything
So my work environment is really starting to come out of its shell.
I knew that the smiling faces and generosity of the patrons would be short lived. Sure, the majority of the customers are fine, but I've had a few interesting encounters lately with 30-something year-old men wanting my number. I find it weird being picked up in such a sense mainly because it has never happened to me before (because I'm not overtly slutty or a hottie like Gabrielle) and I'm busy working, not sitting/hanging off the bar like a desperate. But you just say you've got a boyfriend and they go away without too much fuss (apart from kissing your hand and saying "You can pour my wine ANYtime" *insert sleazy double eyebrow raise*).
I heard the funniest pick up line and come-back last night too.
Drunk Guy: "Hey, I'm Josh. I'm single."
Drunk Girl: "Hey, I'm Cath and I'm gay."
It made me laugh in between yawns. Working from 10pm-4.15am is hard work. Your body just starts to slow down after about 2am, and you're expected to pour drinks into cups and put cash into tills and roll up mats and wipe up spills and cut up lemons and stock up fridges... I feel tired just recounting it all. And amongst all that, you need to judge who has already had too much, hide from angry bitch managers and try to appear fine when other middle-aged workers decide to touch you all the time.
At least it pays well.
Lovemeg
I knew that the smiling faces and generosity of the patrons would be short lived. Sure, the majority of the customers are fine, but I've had a few interesting encounters lately with 30-something year-old men wanting my number. I find it weird being picked up in such a sense mainly because it has never happened to me before (because I'm not overtly slutty or a hottie like Gabrielle) and I'm busy working, not sitting/hanging off the bar like a desperate. But you just say you've got a boyfriend and they go away without too much fuss (apart from kissing your hand and saying "You can pour my wine ANYtime" *insert sleazy double eyebrow raise*).
I heard the funniest pick up line and come-back last night too.
Drunk Guy: "Hey, I'm Josh. I'm single."
Drunk Girl: "Hey, I'm Cath and I'm gay."
It made me laugh in between yawns. Working from 10pm-4.15am is hard work. Your body just starts to slow down after about 2am, and you're expected to pour drinks into cups and put cash into tills and roll up mats and wipe up spills and cut up lemons and stock up fridges... I feel tired just recounting it all. And amongst all that, you need to judge who has already had too much, hide from angry bitch managers and try to appear fine when other middle-aged workers decide to touch you all the time.
At least it pays well.
Lovemeg
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