#59: Dear Diary

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