Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
GREEN TEAM Schoolies 09!
This weekend was the annual Schoolies festival for the year 12s to celebrate the end of their exams. It's held in Victor Harbor and kids from all over Australia turn up. There were thousands of kids there this year. About ten years ago, there was a move to stop the festival, due to the excess of drinking, violence and mishaps. However, the churches of Adelaide came together to create the Green Team.
Nowadays, the Green Team runs the schoolies festival. Approximately 400 volunteers were there this year, doing all manner of jobs. There are team members at all of the campsites to watch over the kids and organise activities or sausage sizzles, people running roadblocks to stop traffic from getting into the centre of town, tents for dancing, gaming, food, resting, buildng sandcastles, activities, toilet duty, manning games... there were an abundance of St John's First Aid-ers, firemen, and policemen (i swear, half of the state's force must have been there!!) and security guards. Different church teams were assigned to different jobs. Schoolies wouldn't run without the Green Team, literally.
Our job (like last year) was to ride on the buses. The bus system ran between the campsites in Encounter Bay, and then our to Port Elliot, Middleton, Goolwa and occasionally Hindmarsh Island. People on 'bus duty' ride the buses and are often the first contact that kids have with a Greenie. We keep the kids calm (or try to!) and stop them running riot, deal with kids who've had too much to drink, and try to chat to kids and tell them what we're about.
Bus duty starts at around 7.30pm and runs until around 3.30am. This means that we really don't get an awful lot of sleep! So, during the day, things are pretty chilled. This year we had a team of about ten (some coming and going) and we spent most of the day hanging out and chatting. On saturday afternoon we had 'community time', which was spent hanging out with other Greenies and checking out the festival. We also went shopping for fluro shoelaces, an abundance of glow sticks and stickers - so that we could be the most awesome Greenies!
On Friday night, i was in a team with Hel and LittleM. We were off to a somewhat rocky start, because we had a little argument with LittleM. Oopsie. So everyone was a tad prickly to start with. But once we got over that, all was well. Most of our runs had pretty subdued kids, or kids who were already in their own groups do didn't want to talk. I had an armful of glowsticks to keep me company, but sometimes it got a little boring. We went back and forth between encounter bay and goolwa all night, swapping buses after every run. Thankfully, i didn't have to deal wtih any vomiters - but poor Hel did (luckily she got to them in time). I didn't see boyfriend though, which sucked. Thinking back, i can hardly remember anything that happened, which i'm assuming is a product of the sleep loss. But i do remember having a few good chats with some kids, helping some girls find their house when they were lost, and generally helping out. We got a break at one point too, which was a highlight - we got warm donuts and free coffee from the Greenies rest tent, yum!! It was totally invigorating and gave us all a second wind. By 3.30am we were pretty knackered. The bus runs were slowing down, so our team patrolled the festival for awhile and kept an eye on the kids who were still hanging around (the festival closes at 3am) while we waited for the rest of our teams to get back. While waiting for the SouthAfrican, we played like four year olds on the playground across from the bus depot. We didn't get home until 4am, and ended up staying up mucking round until 5am, seeing as we all got about our fourth wind... Then we all crashed.
On saturday we were up early because Zaz was first up and was bored alone, so she made lots of noise until other people got up to play with her. Unfortunately, that meant that we were already even more tired that evening when we got to the bus stops. I was on a team with Zaz and another guy from church and we dubbed ourselves 'Team Awesome' after three excellent runs. On the first, Zaz and i made friends with a guy called Jig, who thought that our names were 'hot', which made our night. Woo, we have hot names!! The next two runs were longer ones, from Middleton, that were absolutely packed. The kids were wild (excited, not evil) and the entire journey was spent with Zaz and i trying to keep our balance in the aisles while the kids shouted chants, flashed each other when we couldn't get close enough to stop them, surreptitiously drank and had an absolute ball. We didn't mind the chaos, because they were having fun and weren't up to too much mischief. After our initial awesome runs, we had an empty run too and from Goolwa, so we got sleepy... which is always tricky, because we lose our energy!! We stuck stickers on our face to cheer up, hehe. Shiny things!
Then we met up with boyfriend, so my night got a whole lot better. I'd been feeling pretty down, and sick, but he cheered me up as he always does. He rode the buses with us for the rest of the night, and together we chatted to kids and kept each other awake. Zaz and i got an attack of the giggles at some point, which kept us amused for awhile! By the time we got off our last Goolwa run and had dropped boyfriend off at his stop, it was about 3.30am. The rain had set in and it was cold and we were exhausted. When i got home, i was exhausted and went straight to bed without staying up to chat. I felt like crap. Boyfriend called though, and that was nice - i love talking to him on the phone, he always cheers me up and wants to look after me.
Today we got up early to go to church at Yilki, which was lovely. The small church had a lovely congregation who were thrilled to see us and were grateful for all that we did for schoolies weekend. We had coffee at the Yilki store and lunch at home. When the others went off to clean the buses, i packed up to go home - i still have an exam to study for!! I was sad to leave before the weekend was finished, but really had no other option. It was a fun weekend - i really like Zaz and Bubbles is fun too (another girl from church). Plus, i got to have a good d&m with LittleM, which reminded me that we don't actually hate each other but actually probably care about each other quite a lot. And the SouthAfrican is always a hoot. But by the time i left i was sick and exhausted - i nearly fell asleep at the wheel a dozen times on the way home, and almost crashed at least once, which was kind of scary!! But i made it home in once piece.
This weekend was exhausting, but worth it. Without Greenies, there would be no celebratory Schoolies weekend for the kids and with us being there there's another chance for us to tell kids about the church and why we're not just a bunch of crazies. It's nice being a part of something like that and giving something back to the community. I'm already looking forward to next year - and also am looking forward to wearing my lovely schoolies hoodie!!
Nowadays, the Green Team runs the schoolies festival. Approximately 400 volunteers were there this year, doing all manner of jobs. There are team members at all of the campsites to watch over the kids and organise activities or sausage sizzles, people running roadblocks to stop traffic from getting into the centre of town, tents for dancing, gaming, food, resting, buildng sandcastles, activities, toilet duty, manning games... there were an abundance of St John's First Aid-ers, firemen, and policemen (i swear, half of the state's force must have been there!!) and security guards. Different church teams were assigned to different jobs. Schoolies wouldn't run without the Green Team, literally.
Our job (like last year) was to ride on the buses. The bus system ran between the campsites in Encounter Bay, and then our to Port Elliot, Middleton, Goolwa and occasionally Hindmarsh Island. People on 'bus duty' ride the buses and are often the first contact that kids have with a Greenie. We keep the kids calm (or try to!) and stop them running riot, deal with kids who've had too much to drink, and try to chat to kids and tell them what we're about.
Bus duty starts at around 7.30pm and runs until around 3.30am. This means that we really don't get an awful lot of sleep! So, during the day, things are pretty chilled. This year we had a team of about ten (some coming and going) and we spent most of the day hanging out and chatting. On saturday afternoon we had 'community time', which was spent hanging out with other Greenies and checking out the festival. We also went shopping for fluro shoelaces, an abundance of glow sticks and stickers - so that we could be the most awesome Greenies!
On Friday night, i was in a team with Hel and LittleM. We were off to a somewhat rocky start, because we had a little argument with LittleM. Oopsie. So everyone was a tad prickly to start with. But once we got over that, all was well. Most of our runs had pretty subdued kids, or kids who were already in their own groups do didn't want to talk. I had an armful of glowsticks to keep me company, but sometimes it got a little boring. We went back and forth between encounter bay and goolwa all night, swapping buses after every run. Thankfully, i didn't have to deal wtih any vomiters - but poor Hel did (luckily she got to them in time). I didn't see boyfriend though, which sucked. Thinking back, i can hardly remember anything that happened, which i'm assuming is a product of the sleep loss. But i do remember having a few good chats with some kids, helping some girls find their house when they were lost, and generally helping out. We got a break at one point too, which was a highlight - we got warm donuts and free coffee from the Greenies rest tent, yum!! It was totally invigorating and gave us all a second wind. By 3.30am we were pretty knackered. The bus runs were slowing down, so our team patrolled the festival for awhile and kept an eye on the kids who were still hanging around (the festival closes at 3am) while we waited for the rest of our teams to get back. While waiting for the SouthAfrican, we played like four year olds on the playground across from the bus depot. We didn't get home until 4am, and ended up staying up mucking round until 5am, seeing as we all got about our fourth wind... Then we all crashed.
On saturday we were up early because Zaz was first up and was bored alone, so she made lots of noise until other people got up to play with her. Unfortunately, that meant that we were already even more tired that evening when we got to the bus stops. I was on a team with Zaz and another guy from church and we dubbed ourselves 'Team Awesome' after three excellent runs. On the first, Zaz and i made friends with a guy called Jig, who thought that our names were 'hot', which made our night. Woo, we have hot names!! The next two runs were longer ones, from Middleton, that were absolutely packed. The kids were wild (excited, not evil) and the entire journey was spent with Zaz and i trying to keep our balance in the aisles while the kids shouted chants, flashed each other when we couldn't get close enough to stop them, surreptitiously drank and had an absolute ball. We didn't mind the chaos, because they were having fun and weren't up to too much mischief. After our initial awesome runs, we had an empty run too and from Goolwa, so we got sleepy... which is always tricky, because we lose our energy!! We stuck stickers on our face to cheer up, hehe. Shiny things!
Then we met up with boyfriend, so my night got a whole lot better. I'd been feeling pretty down, and sick, but he cheered me up as he always does. He rode the buses with us for the rest of the night, and together we chatted to kids and kept each other awake. Zaz and i got an attack of the giggles at some point, which kept us amused for awhile! By the time we got off our last Goolwa run and had dropped boyfriend off at his stop, it was about 3.30am. The rain had set in and it was cold and we were exhausted. When i got home, i was exhausted and went straight to bed without staying up to chat. I felt like crap. Boyfriend called though, and that was nice - i love talking to him on the phone, he always cheers me up and wants to look after me.
Today we got up early to go to church at Yilki, which was lovely. The small church had a lovely congregation who were thrilled to see us and were grateful for all that we did for schoolies weekend. We had coffee at the Yilki store and lunch at home. When the others went off to clean the buses, i packed up to go home - i still have an exam to study for!! I was sad to leave before the weekend was finished, but really had no other option. It was a fun weekend - i really like Zaz and Bubbles is fun too (another girl from church). Plus, i got to have a good d&m with LittleM, which reminded me that we don't actually hate each other but actually probably care about each other quite a lot. And the SouthAfrican is always a hoot. But by the time i left i was sick and exhausted - i nearly fell asleep at the wheel a dozen times on the way home, and almost crashed at least once, which was kind of scary!! But i made it home in once piece.
This weekend was exhausting, but worth it. Without Greenies, there would be no celebratory Schoolies weekend for the kids and with us being there there's another chance for us to tell kids about the church and why we're not just a bunch of crazies. It's nice being a part of something like that and giving something back to the community. I'm already looking forward to next year - and also am looking forward to wearing my lovely schoolies hoodie!!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
'Alias'
I'm hooked on Alias at the moment. El gave me the entire series, and i'm currently up to season three. It's awesome. Plus it has Michael Vartan, whom i love. But this post isn't about the awesome cute-ness of MV (ironic - Milo Ventimiglia has the same initials. Maybe it's something about cute people?). This post is about Victor Garber.
Victor Garber plays Jack Bristow on Alias. There's something about his character that i've become addicted to. I remember watching a few episodes on television when the progam was initially screening, and i always thought his character was a hardass and a mean guy on the whole. I don't know why, butthis time it's nothing of the sort. Jack Bristow is awesome. Not only is everything that he does that may be considered morally questionable for the good of his daughter (Sydney Bristow/Jennifer Garner), but he's powerful, intelligent, and a spy! I can't put the vibe i get from him into words, but he's the coolest. Don't get me wrong, he's awesome in a dad-type way, not a boyfriend-type way! But he's fantastic. He just knows exactly what to do in every situation! He'd be a great dad.
Victor Garber plays Jack Bristow on Alias. There's something about his character that i've become addicted to. I remember watching a few episodes on television when the progam was initially screening, and i always thought his character was a hardass and a mean guy on the whole. I don't know why, butthis time it's nothing of the sort. Jack Bristow is awesome. Not only is everything that he does that may be considered morally questionable for the good of his daughter (Sydney Bristow/Jennifer Garner), but he's powerful, intelligent, and a spy! I can't put the vibe i get from him into words, but he's the coolest. Don't get me wrong, he's awesome in a dad-type way, not a boyfriend-type way! But he's fantastic. He just knows exactly what to do in every situation! He'd be a great dad.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Not A Good Day
Today has royally sucked.
This morning was my psychology exam. I had looked through all the notes we had, and had a general knowledge of everything we had been taught. I was hoping that i'd be able to scrape through the essays and that the multiple choice questions wouldn't be too hard. When i got in there i found that i could write two pages of semi-reasonable answers for each of the essays (whether or not that will be enough i don't know...) but the multiple choice questions killed me. When i got home there was a note on the uni discussion board that said the answers to the multiple choice questions had been posted... i got 17 our of 40. The multiple choice questions were worth 30% of my final grade, so that means i got less than 15%... If the luck of the world is with me then maybe i'll scrape a pass in the overall topic. But when is the luck ever with me?
I don't want to fail and i don't want to repeat the topic. Failiure really doesn't sit well with me.
To add to that, i've still got another exam tomorrow, which we all have no idea what it contains. Sure, it's open book, but i'm probably just going to fail that too, because i suck.
Tonight i saw boyfriend for a few minutes before he packed off to Victor for Schoolies. He won't be back for a week and (pathetically) i already miss him. He makes me smile and everything pretty much sucks at the moment, so smiling is a major bonus.
Later...
I just got home from dance. Tonight we did these major dips, where the girls were dipped pretty much in half and scooped backwards. It looked a little something like this. But much less suave, of course...
It was no easy task! Unlike what it may look like, the men don't hold us up - we women have to swing ourselves and hold all of our weight, while completely off-balance. I'm fairly flexible, but i don't trust the guys in our class to keep us steady, so i was super tense... which made me look ridiculous. And it was really sweaty, which was super gross. BUT it was pretty intense, which kept my mind off missing boyfriend and failing at uni. Which was a nice bonus. El and i sang ridiculous songs at the top of our lungs all the way home, causing people in other cars to look at us very strangely, but that was fun too.
I'm so tired now, but i'm meant to keep studying for my exam tomorrow... so sleepy... but i'll do my best. And i have all day tomorrow to keep studying. Gee, life just isn't much fun at the moment! And i know i'm full of doom and gloom... but i'm sure things will brighten up sooner or later!
This morning was my psychology exam. I had looked through all the notes we had, and had a general knowledge of everything we had been taught. I was hoping that i'd be able to scrape through the essays and that the multiple choice questions wouldn't be too hard. When i got in there i found that i could write two pages of semi-reasonable answers for each of the essays (whether or not that will be enough i don't know...) but the multiple choice questions killed me. When i got home there was a note on the uni discussion board that said the answers to the multiple choice questions had been posted... i got 17 our of 40. The multiple choice questions were worth 30% of my final grade, so that means i got less than 15%... If the luck of the world is with me then maybe i'll scrape a pass in the overall topic. But when is the luck ever with me?
I don't want to fail and i don't want to repeat the topic. Failiure really doesn't sit well with me.
To add to that, i've still got another exam tomorrow, which we all have no idea what it contains. Sure, it's open book, but i'm probably just going to fail that too, because i suck.
Tonight i saw boyfriend for a few minutes before he packed off to Victor for Schoolies. He won't be back for a week and (pathetically) i already miss him. He makes me smile and everything pretty much sucks at the moment, so smiling is a major bonus.
Later...
I just got home from dance. Tonight we did these major dips, where the girls were dipped pretty much in half and scooped backwards. It looked a little something like this. But much less suave, of course...
It was no easy task! Unlike what it may look like, the men don't hold us up - we women have to swing ourselves and hold all of our weight, while completely off-balance. I'm fairly flexible, but i don't trust the guys in our class to keep us steady, so i was super tense... which made me look ridiculous. And it was really sweaty, which was super gross. BUT it was pretty intense, which kept my mind off missing boyfriend and failing at uni. Which was a nice bonus. El and i sang ridiculous songs at the top of our lungs all the way home, causing people in other cars to look at us very strangely, but that was fun too.I'm so tired now, but i'm meant to keep studying for my exam tomorrow... so sleepy... but i'll do my best. And i have all day tomorrow to keep studying. Gee, life just isn't much fun at the moment! And i know i'm full of doom and gloom... but i'm sure things will brighten up sooner or later!
Monday, November 16, 2009
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Dying For Freedom!!!
Tomorrow is the day of reckoning that begins my exam period. Here's what the next two weeks look like...
So far, i've almost finished my corporate law notes. I aim to get those done before bed tonight. Thankfully, it's an open book exam, so i can take everything in with me. Even though i don't know the work all that well, i'm hoping i can get it all together during the exam and write down answers for the problem questions. All i want is a pass... if i finish my notes tonight, then i can put sticky tabs in them and by text books, to help me along. Fingers and toes crossed.
Somehow, i've got to start/finish psychology notes tomorrow. Because the exam is first thing on tuesday morning, i've not got much time to prepare, and ideally need my notes organised before my corporate exam. I've only been to the first six lectures, and have a friend's notes for the last five... but i've not so much as looked at the middle bunch. 30% of my final grade will depend on the 40 multiple choice questions. With any luck, i'll be able to get that. There are always two of the four options that are easily ruled out, but always two that are hard to choose between. In the revision lecture, i guessed about 75% of the questions rightly, which was relieving. But who knows how it will all go... There are also two essays, each worth 5% of my final grade. We were given a list of 10 questions, and four of them will be in the exam. However, i've not even looked at them, so that will be of very little help to me... the quick glance i had was not at all reassuring - they all looked far too hard! I've got to get my notes in some sort of order tomorrow, so i can learn them after i get home from tomorrow's exam. It's not open book, so i have to commit as much to memory as i can. I'm panicking slightly.
I'm not even worrying about Lw and Med until later on tuesday. I've already finished noting all of the lectures/tutes from this semester, so it shouldn't be too hard to have a look through them all before the exam. It's open book, so it should be ok. The teachers says things seem fairly straightforward.
As for real property, i've not even started thinking about it. I know my notes are almost up to date, and i've got days between my exams to finish them off. I'll take my notes to schoolies, and work on them during the week - it should be fine.
So, mainly, the problems lie with corporate law and psychology. And the biggest problem is the fact that they're so close together! If only i had more time...
Add to that the fact that i've been really, really sick this week. Serious head spins, sore throat, blocked nose, wracking cough... not fun. I'm on antibiotics now, but they're seriously taking their toll. I'm exhausted. Today, i had to keep having half hour naps. I wasn't really awake until later this afternoon. I've worked solidy since, but most of the day was a write off! I have to have an early night or else i'll be dead tomorrow and for the exam. Blarrrrgh.
Exam period sucks. I'm dying for the freedom of holidays!!! Wish me luck.
Monday 16th - Corporate Law Exam 5.45pm
Tuesday 17th - Psychology, Human Development Exam 8.45am
Wednesday 18th - Law & Med Exam 5.45pm
Friday 20th - Sunday 22nd - Schoolies Green Team volunteer
Tuesday 24th - Real Property Law Exam 1.15pm
Tuesday 17th - Psychology, Human Development Exam 8.45am
Wednesday 18th - Law & Med Exam 5.45pm
Friday 20th - Sunday 22nd - Schoolies Green Team volunteer
Tuesday 24th - Real Property Law Exam 1.15pm
So far, i've almost finished my corporate law notes. I aim to get those done before bed tonight. Thankfully, it's an open book exam, so i can take everything in with me. Even though i don't know the work all that well, i'm hoping i can get it all together during the exam and write down answers for the problem questions. All i want is a pass... if i finish my notes tonight, then i can put sticky tabs in them and by text books, to help me along. Fingers and toes crossed.
Somehow, i've got to start/finish psychology notes tomorrow. Because the exam is first thing on tuesday morning, i've not got much time to prepare, and ideally need my notes organised before my corporate exam. I've only been to the first six lectures, and have a friend's notes for the last five... but i've not so much as looked at the middle bunch. 30% of my final grade will depend on the 40 multiple choice questions. With any luck, i'll be able to get that. There are always two of the four options that are easily ruled out, but always two that are hard to choose between. In the revision lecture, i guessed about 75% of the questions rightly, which was relieving. But who knows how it will all go... There are also two essays, each worth 5% of my final grade. We were given a list of 10 questions, and four of them will be in the exam. However, i've not even looked at them, so that will be of very little help to me... the quick glance i had was not at all reassuring - they all looked far too hard! I've got to get my notes in some sort of order tomorrow, so i can learn them after i get home from tomorrow's exam. It's not open book, so i have to commit as much to memory as i can. I'm panicking slightly.
I'm not even worrying about Lw and Med until later on tuesday. I've already finished noting all of the lectures/tutes from this semester, so it shouldn't be too hard to have a look through them all before the exam. It's open book, so it should be ok. The teachers says things seem fairly straightforward.
As for real property, i've not even started thinking about it. I know my notes are almost up to date, and i've got days between my exams to finish them off. I'll take my notes to schoolies, and work on them during the week - it should be fine.
So, mainly, the problems lie with corporate law and psychology. And the biggest problem is the fact that they're so close together! If only i had more time...
Add to that the fact that i've been really, really sick this week. Serious head spins, sore throat, blocked nose, wracking cough... not fun. I'm on antibiotics now, but they're seriously taking their toll. I'm exhausted. Today, i had to keep having half hour naps. I wasn't really awake until later this afternoon. I've worked solidy since, but most of the day was a write off! I have to have an early night or else i'll be dead tomorrow and for the exam. Blarrrrgh.
Exam period sucks. I'm dying for the freedom of holidays!!! Wish me luck.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Kind Words
I have just got off the phone from some bloke whose name I didn't catch who was asking me questions about your good self regarding a customer position with their company.
I caught me somewhat on the hop, but I was very clear and firm and explicit in saying to him that you were an excellent, natural leader AND yet a team player, who would be very good with cutomers -- and not losing your temper, and so on.
He asked what I thought your strongest quality was and I replied, without hesitation, that you were a person of proven integrity; honest and truthful and straight-forward [eg. not some precious princess].
I said that you had been a diligent student AND that you were so friendly to me in that wretched year I spent at that school [I left all that out, of course] explaining that you showed yourself to be somebody who was cheerful, organized and made an effort to ease in a new teacher in a way which was mature and appropriate.
He asked if you could write well? I replied that you were an excellent writer and analyst, sophisticated beyond your years. That you scored an 'A' for History. That you spoke with great clarity as well.
I said that if you were suddenly asked to do a written task, you would not grumble or panic, but simply get on with it. A can-do person who would be an asset for any enterprize that took you on. I can't recommend her highly enough, and so forth.
He seemed suitably pleased.
All the best at actually getting the job, whatever it is?
Hope all that helped!
It was easy to speak positively about you because a] it's all true, and b] I do admire your character and capacities for success.
I applied for a job on wednesday, and got an interview the same day. The above email was sent to me by one of my referees. This man was a teacher at my high school in year 12, he taught me history. We got along really well, and LozK and i still catch up with him every few months for lunch to chat about everything. He's a real character. When i read this email, i was so pleased. Everything is a bit of a struggle at the moment. So to read this and see that someone us unequivocally behind me, supporting me and thinking that i'm capable of anything, means so much.
It really brightened up my week.
Also, i got the job. It's not an ideal job. I'll be working at a petrol station. I applied because i'd already applied to so many places and had no luck. I needed the job, and didn't think i'd get it. But i did. The man who interviewed me was very impressed and hired me the next day. Apparently i'd interviewed very well and was the best for the job.
I should've been happy to hear this. But Boyfriend also applied for the job - so my getting it meant that he didn't. I eventually rang the guy and asked if Boyfriend has been the next choice for the job, but he hadn't been, so that was one thing. Mum wasn't pleased with the job choice, and, ideally, i wouldn't have chosen it myself. I'd love to work in a bookstore, or in a job where shifts are shorter. Instead, i'll be working eight hour shifts, probably from 7am-3pm (otherwise 3pm-11pm or 11pm-7am...). I'll have to get up very early, and i have no idea how i'll fit it in with uni and kids club work. The only positive is that the money is good. And i need the money.
I've accepted the job, mainly because of the money. I need the money. And i'm trying hard to be responsible and stop applying to other places in case i can get something better. It's confusing. I'm not sure what to do, and have nobody to talk to about it. Mum is irrational and dad really doesn't have the energy to care about what i do. Boyfriend does, but i don't like admiting that i'm worried that i'm not going to be able to handle it or something.
As it stands, the job is mine (even though i'm away for six weeks out of the next two months - no idea why they wanted to hire me!) and i start training the week after i get back from fiji. Yes, that's the week i'm supposed to be planning kids club that week. Who knows how i get everything done. But i'll get $600 for my training week alone, as it's 9-3 each day. I need the money for travel, and mum and i have been fighting so much lately that i think i'll be saving it up to move out. I can't afford to turn it down...
Anyway, my main point was that i got that beautiful email from Hains and it put a smile on my dial. He's a legend. And it's nice having a bit of a fan club!!
It really brightened up my week.
Also, i got the job. It's not an ideal job. I'll be working at a petrol station. I applied because i'd already applied to so many places and had no luck. I needed the job, and didn't think i'd get it. But i did. The man who interviewed me was very impressed and hired me the next day. Apparently i'd interviewed very well and was the best for the job.
I should've been happy to hear this. But Boyfriend also applied for the job - so my getting it meant that he didn't. I eventually rang the guy and asked if Boyfriend has been the next choice for the job, but he hadn't been, so that was one thing. Mum wasn't pleased with the job choice, and, ideally, i wouldn't have chosen it myself. I'd love to work in a bookstore, or in a job where shifts are shorter. Instead, i'll be working eight hour shifts, probably from 7am-3pm (otherwise 3pm-11pm or 11pm-7am...). I'll have to get up very early, and i have no idea how i'll fit it in with uni and kids club work. The only positive is that the money is good. And i need the money.
I've accepted the job, mainly because of the money. I need the money. And i'm trying hard to be responsible and stop applying to other places in case i can get something better. It's confusing. I'm not sure what to do, and have nobody to talk to about it. Mum is irrational and dad really doesn't have the energy to care about what i do. Boyfriend does, but i don't like admiting that i'm worried that i'm not going to be able to handle it or something.
As it stands, the job is mine (even though i'm away for six weeks out of the next two months - no idea why they wanted to hire me!) and i start training the week after i get back from fiji. Yes, that's the week i'm supposed to be planning kids club that week. Who knows how i get everything done. But i'll get $600 for my training week alone, as it's 9-3 each day. I need the money for travel, and mum and i have been fighting so much lately that i think i'll be saving it up to move out. I can't afford to turn it down...
Anyway, my main point was that i got that beautiful email from Hains and it put a smile on my dial. He's a legend. And it's nice having a bit of a fan club!!
Monday, November 02, 2009
I hurt on the inside. More of an ache than a sharp pain. I hurt most of the time. I don't feel emotions anymore. I miss feeling happy. I miss being excited and nervous and anything at all. I feel sad sometimes, but even then it's more about the fact that i can't feel anything than the things that actually should be making me sad. It's confusing and makes me all muddled on the inside. I don't like it. It's frustrating and i hate it so much. Unfortunately, i don't know how to make it go away. And it's hard to concentrate and study. Which is extra hard when exams are coming up. I would like it to stop. I don't know how.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
It's a testament to how unexciting my life is at the moment that i have nothing to blog about except my over-load of work that i have to do this week. Boring is an understatement. However, exams have crept up rather quickly and i only have two or so weeks to get my act together, plus an assignment due on thursday that i've not done much of. Oopsie.
Anyway, for once i'm not here to complain about my workload (just think of it as implied).
I'm instead going to tell you about the very corny thing that boyfriend and i have taken to doing. Pretty much every time that we see each other we argue about what to do - neither of us like to decide, for fear of picking something the other doesn't like. Unfortunately this leads to us doing nothing, which gets old pretty fast.
However, there is one thing that we're partial to doing. Once, i took boyfriend up to Windy Point to see the infamous spot where Miha and i drink a lot of coffee. Being young and innocent, he didn't know anything about it, so it was clearly my duty to initiate him. As part of my attraction to all things shiny, i love the lights twinkling and it seems i've passed on my addiction to him.
Now, we lookout hop. Except we've run into a small hitch. Apart from Windy Point there don't seem to be many decent lookouts around. Most have a plethora of trees infront that block the view (stupid!). The best views are on the drive to and from them, which is so silly. We we've explored and finally found a semi-decent spot that you can see all the pretty twinkles from but it's not perfect... so if anyone knows a great spot to see the shiny things, let me know!
I know it's a little corny to go up on a hill and watch the shiny lights but whatever... we don't really go out often and i get bored being inside all the time! So it's better than nothing. And i get a fill of pretty shiny things, which is always a plus.
No idea why i'm telling you this really. But it makes a nice change from study, study, study. Speaking of, i'd better get back to it (or at least keep watching Pretty Woman...).
Anyway, for once i'm not here to complain about my workload (just think of it as implied).
I'm instead going to tell you about the very corny thing that boyfriend and i have taken to doing. Pretty much every time that we see each other we argue about what to do - neither of us like to decide, for fear of picking something the other doesn't like. Unfortunately this leads to us doing nothing, which gets old pretty fast.
However, there is one thing that we're partial to doing. Once, i took boyfriend up to Windy Point to see the infamous spot where Miha and i drink a lot of coffee. Being young and innocent, he didn't know anything about it, so it was clearly my duty to initiate him. As part of my attraction to all things shiny, i love the lights twinkling and it seems i've passed on my addiction to him.
Now, we lookout hop. Except we've run into a small hitch. Apart from Windy Point there don't seem to be many decent lookouts around. Most have a plethora of trees infront that block the view (stupid!). The best views are on the drive to and from them, which is so silly. We we've explored and finally found a semi-decent spot that you can see all the pretty twinkles from but it's not perfect... so if anyone knows a great spot to see the shiny things, let me know!
I know it's a little corny to go up on a hill and watch the shiny lights but whatever... we don't really go out often and i get bored being inside all the time! So it's better than nothing. And i get a fill of pretty shiny things, which is always a plus.
No idea why i'm telling you this really. But it makes a nice change from study, study, study. Speaking of, i'd better get back to it (or at least keep watching Pretty Woman...).
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
So. Much. Work. To. Do.
It's not happening. I'm getting nowhere. Exams are in about a month, so that's worthy of panic. For the first time in a week, i've actually opened a book independently. Congratulate me. The rest of my time is spent sleeping. Seriously.
Currently, i'm kind of waiting for a text that i expected... obviously, i haven't got it yet. I hate that 'constantly checking your phone to see if you got the message' thing. Argh, so frustrating.
Poor blog is suffering from a lack of attention... but i'll be back soon, so long as exam prep doesn't kill me!
It's not happening. I'm getting nowhere. Exams are in about a month, so that's worthy of panic. For the first time in a week, i've actually opened a book independently. Congratulate me. The rest of my time is spent sleeping. Seriously.
Currently, i'm kind of waiting for a text that i expected... obviously, i haven't got it yet. I hate that 'constantly checking your phone to see if you got the message' thing. Argh, so frustrating.
Poor blog is suffering from a lack of attention... but i'll be back soon, so long as exam prep doesn't kill me!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Technology Hates Me, BUT...
Technology definitely hates me. This week, my harddrive blew up, i got it replaced, the replacement didn't work, so i hate to get that replaced.... and my ipod missed delivery, so i had to make a trip to the airport to get it back and more mix ups ensued....
BUT right now i don't really care. Because i have a shiny, shiny new ipod! And it's super cool. It has cool games to keep me busy (currently, i'm pleased to be running my own salon and it's super fun), speakers, awesomely organised playlists, good movies, favourite photos, the internet (woo, facebook and twitter!) and a pretty new case. And did i mention that it's shiny? Boyfriend and i are pretty nerdy and spend our time looking at all the cool new things. Love. It.
So, currently, that's what i'm doing when i'm not sleeping. Or attempting (and failing) to study. I've got sooooo much work to do that i'm scared of it, and in denial. Healthy, i'm sure. So, now i'm going to mess around on the internet instead of work. Hurrah for being a good student!
When panic ensues, i'm sure i'll let you know.
BUT right now i don't really care. Because i have a shiny, shiny new ipod! And it's super cool. It has cool games to keep me busy (currently, i'm pleased to be running my own salon and it's super fun), speakers, awesomely organised playlists, good movies, favourite photos, the internet (woo, facebook and twitter!) and a pretty new case. And did i mention that it's shiny? Boyfriend and i are pretty nerdy and spend our time looking at all the cool new things. Love. It.
So, currently, that's what i'm doing when i'm not sleeping. Or attempting (and failing) to study. I've got sooooo much work to do that i'm scared of it, and in denial. Healthy, i'm sure. So, now i'm going to mess around on the internet instead of work. Hurrah for being a good student!
When panic ensues, i'm sure i'll let you know.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Bachata, Baby!
I am officially now an student of intermediate bachata, as i finished my beginners course tonight. The instructor said i was doing well, woo! Despite the fact that i somehow was moving my knees at double speed to my feet... still now sure how i managed that! Anyhoo, had it sorted by the end of class, so all good. I actually enjoyed today. Mainly we just put everything that we learnt together and danced properly for most of the time, which was so much fun. It was easier than usual, and we managed to incorporate our turns and spins and leads and everything. I even managed to follow the lead, which normally i struggle to do. It was awesome, and i had a blast. Dancing is so much more fun when i don't suck!
Next week we start the next block of classes. Intermediate traditional bachata. I'm looking foward to it (i think!), even though all of us beginners will be entering the class at the bottom of the heap and i can go back to looking a little bit silly as i fall over my feet. Still, i can't wait to improve some more and get some more confidence. Then maybe i'll be able to go out dancing for real and not feel like a moron :) Yay for dance classes!
Next week we start the next block of classes. Intermediate traditional bachata. I'm looking foward to it (i think!), even though all of us beginners will be entering the class at the bottom of the heap and i can go back to looking a little bit silly as i fall over my feet. Still, i can't wait to improve some more and get some more confidence. Then maybe i'll be able to go out dancing for real and not feel like a moron :) Yay for dance classes!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Money, Money, Money
I'm the person who, if given one wish, would wish for three more wishes. Or unlimited wishes!! Then one of those wishes would most definitely be for a tree that grows money. Nice, green one hundred dollar bills, please!
Last night i blew a stack of money on a new i-pod. Now, i don't really NEED a new ipod. The one i have at the moment works fine. But i WANT a new one. My lovely OCD says that i need the newest technology. And despite my hard work clearing out my itunes this week, i needed the large one. So there goes a whole stack of money.
I'm saving to go away at the end of the year, for christmas presents, for little pressies for El (who just got out of hospital after having her tonsils out) and Libby (who's about to turn 21) and a few other people, not to mention money for bachata and yoga classes, petrol, food, clothes, the new Matthew Reilly book and various other extraneous things.
All of that said, despite the somewhat reckless spending, i'm quite excited about my new ipod. It will arrive in the post sometime next week. Woo! And it's inscribed with a lovely message from boyfriend, to remind me how much he loves me. Yay for shiny new technology!
Last night i blew a stack of money on a new i-pod. Now, i don't really NEED a new ipod. The one i have at the moment works fine. But i WANT a new one. My lovely OCD says that i need the newest technology. And despite my hard work clearing out my itunes this week, i needed the large one. So there goes a whole stack of money.
I'm saving to go away at the end of the year, for christmas presents, for little pressies for El (who just got out of hospital after having her tonsils out) and Libby (who's about to turn 21) and a few other people, not to mention money for bachata and yoga classes, petrol, food, clothes, the new Matthew Reilly book and various other extraneous things.
All of that said, despite the somewhat reckless spending, i'm quite excited about my new ipod. It will arrive in the post sometime next week. Woo! And it's inscribed with a lovely message from boyfriend, to remind me how much he loves me. Yay for shiny new technology!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Ok, i have so much work to do at the moment. I have one more big assignment before exams, not to mention all of the reading/noting/catching up on lectures that i still have to do. Let's just say that it's a BIG pile of work. And yet, i have done nothing all day. Or yesterday. Or the day before. I handed in a big assignment on monday, but other than that i've pretty much done shit all this week. Granted, i've been sick and exhausted. But that's really no excuse.
I'm in one of those moods where the very idea of picking up a book seems beyond my capabilities. I'm mad at myself, because i know i have heaps to do. And i really want to do it! I want to get it done, and i don't even mind the act of noting! But i just can't make myself do it. It may sound like i'm just being slack, and i'm sure that's true in part. But on the other hand, i know it's not just me being a lazy bum. I physically am unable to do things at the moment. I know it has something to do with my stupid depressed brain. which unfortunately means there's very little i can do about it.
This lack of work is making me feel crappy and pushing me towards the dark place. Ugh. It feels like i just left it.
Anyway, my inability to do anything is extending to blogging. Despite my wanting to tell you about things, the act of writing isn't easy. So, despite the fact that i'm sure very few people read my drivel, i thought i'd just let you know. I'll be back properly soon i hope. Until then, you might get a few bits and pieces here and there. Hope everyone else is having a good week!
I'm in one of those moods where the very idea of picking up a book seems beyond my capabilities. I'm mad at myself, because i know i have heaps to do. And i really want to do it! I want to get it done, and i don't even mind the act of noting! But i just can't make myself do it. It may sound like i'm just being slack, and i'm sure that's true in part. But on the other hand, i know it's not just me being a lazy bum. I physically am unable to do things at the moment. I know it has something to do with my stupid depressed brain. which unfortunately means there's very little i can do about it.
This lack of work is making me feel crappy and pushing me towards the dark place. Ugh. It feels like i just left it.
Anyway, my inability to do anything is extending to blogging. Despite my wanting to tell you about things, the act of writing isn't easy. So, despite the fact that i'm sure very few people read my drivel, i thought i'd just let you know. I'll be back properly soon i hope. Until then, you might get a few bits and pieces here and there. Hope everyone else is having a good week!
I saw Couples Retreat yesterday. I was expecting another Vince Vaughn dodgy 'comedy', which was why i took boyfriend for his birthday. Unfortunately for him (and fortunately for me), it turned out that Vince Vaughn is actually capable of semi-serious acting. The movie was surprisingly good.
It centered around four couples who were all on the brink of divorce and went to a tropical island to try and sort everything out. When it wasn't what the had expected and it turned into a week of forced therapy, they weren't happy. What ensued was a week of slowly figuring out that things aren't always easy, but with enough love and work everything can work out.
I'm a sucker for a happy ending, so this movie pleased me. Add Kirsten Davis and Kristen Bell (both of whom i love) and the sister from 27 Dresses and you have some awesome female actresses. The men were nothing to drool over though! But who cares. The island was beautiful, and i couldn't predict what would happen. It was a good movie and i really liked it. Go see it :)
It centered around four couples who were all on the brink of divorce and went to a tropical island to try and sort everything out. When it wasn't what the had expected and it turned into a week of forced therapy, they weren't happy. What ensued was a week of slowly figuring out that things aren't always easy, but with enough love and work everything can work out.
I'm a sucker for a happy ending, so this movie pleased me. Add Kirsten Davis and Kristen Bell (both of whom i love) and the sister from 27 Dresses and you have some awesome female actresses. The men were nothing to drool over though! But who cares. The island was beautiful, and i couldn't predict what would happen. It was a good movie and i really liked it. Go see it :)
Friday, October 09, 2009
Geez, study is so boring. I've been so sick this week that all i've wanted to do is sit around and sleep. Of course, that means that i've done very little study. While i still fall asleep whenever i close my eyes, i've finally cracked open a book. Woot! That's not to say i've done very much, but still.
My weekend should be full of study - and starting/finishing the huge assignment that i have due on monday. But i sense that i'm just going to want to sleep the whole time... i'm just so so so tired.
Tomorrow night, i have to go out to dinner with boyfriend's family. This is scary enough on it's own. I've never been 'the girlfriend' to someone's parents before. But there are a few extraneous factors that are making me extra nervous. And i don't know what to wear, which adds extra stress of course. I have to look perfect. Fingers crossed it all goes well...
After that, Loz and i are taking boyfriend out on the town for the first time. While, at the moment, i can barely pull myself together enough to get out of bed, get dressed, get out of the house... i somehow have to look amazing, and pull out a fun, exciting, high-energy night in town. Plus, i haven't been out drinking in such a long time. I don't really know how that will go. No idea how i'm going to do it just yet, but i suppose we'll just have to wait and see.
For now, i'm just trying not to panic and get some work done. Stupid uni. I just want to go back to sleep for about 100yrs, a la Sleeping Beauty. I figure that would be somewhat theraputic.
Hope you're all having a good weekend!!
My weekend should be full of study - and starting/finishing the huge assignment that i have due on monday. But i sense that i'm just going to want to sleep the whole time... i'm just so so so tired.
Tomorrow night, i have to go out to dinner with boyfriend's family. This is scary enough on it's own. I've never been 'the girlfriend' to someone's parents before. But there are a few extraneous factors that are making me extra nervous. And i don't know what to wear, which adds extra stress of course. I have to look perfect. Fingers crossed it all goes well...
After that, Loz and i are taking boyfriend out on the town for the first time. While, at the moment, i can barely pull myself together enough to get out of bed, get dressed, get out of the house... i somehow have to look amazing, and pull out a fun, exciting, high-energy night in town. Plus, i haven't been out drinking in such a long time. I don't really know how that will go. No idea how i'm going to do it just yet, but i suppose we'll just have to wait and see.
For now, i'm just trying not to panic and get some work done. Stupid uni. I just want to go back to sleep for about 100yrs, a la Sleeping Beauty. I figure that would be somewhat theraputic.
Hope you're all having a good weekend!!
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
One Of Those Days
Well, i'm sick again. The racking cough, constant sniffle kind of sick. Today was my first free day since before the holidays (yes, now i'm back at uni, so i didn't get much of a holidays), so i planned to spent it all just chilling out. Which i more or less did. I'm still in pj bottoms, and i was in bed all morning and on the computer all afternoon. I've been obsessively sorting my itunes all day, because i want a new ipod touch and can't get one until i've obsessively sorted what i've already got. It's taking forever. I've been too out of it to move around much, but the lack of moving around has made me feel icky too. Add to that the fact that i'm getting back into the dark place and am slightly miserable and spiralling down. Basically, today isn't a great one.
On the plus side, with some major stress, i got two assignments in on time yesterday (one wasn't actually due until tomorrow, so i'm ahead of myself there). The next one isn't due until monday, so i'm not in a state of work-related panic at the moment. Granted, i have piles and piles of work to do... but what's new. I'm screwed for exams and will probably fail everything this semester. But i totally don't care at the moment.
Blah blah blah, life sucks.
On the plus side, with some major stress, i got two assignments in on time yesterday (one wasn't actually due until tomorrow, so i'm ahead of myself there). The next one isn't due until monday, so i'm not in a state of work-related panic at the moment. Granted, i have piles and piles of work to do... but what's new. I'm screwed for exams and will probably fail everything this semester. But i totally don't care at the moment.
Blah blah blah, life sucks.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Exhausted Doesn't Begin To Cover It
Last week was Kids Club again. We had the biggest numbers that we've had in a long time - 76 over the entire week, and about 50 per day. With numbers like that it was always bound to be fairly chaotic, but we also had a lack of leaders. So, we were pretty much flat out all week. There were kids everywhere and always more jobs to be done! Every morning, more and more people turned up to register (inconsiderate and arrogant, but good nonetheless).
We spend most of the week playing games, cooking and doing crafts. The older kids went off to Archery, and we did treasure hunts all over the neighborhood. We had a rodeo carnival one afternoon, with the dunking machine, put put golf, sideshow games and a big bouncy castle - an awesome afternoon! On friday half of us took the older kids to Greenhills Adventure Park, which they loved - but it was absolutely freezing and all us leaders were practically turning blue! Thank goodness we had pancakes to cook, woo!
The week went really well overall. The kids had a blast and the parents had rave reviews. The leaders thought it went well, and we had no huge disasters. We didn't even have any big injuries! Apart from the fact that one of the leaders and i had major clashes that made me feel pretty shit. But we were over it by the end of the week.
Friday night after the cleaning up and leaders pizza party, we had a movie night with the youth group. I barely made it through Fifty First Dates, and then Benchwarmers started skipping halfway through... and i fell asleep in the middle of Handcock. Oopsie. Didn't get home til 1.30am. 17hours at work. I think that's a few too many.
I'm absolutely exhausted. I've been flat out for two weeks, after a full on term. The holidays have been a total waste!! Now, i have a 3000word essay due tomorrow afternoon that i've barely started. I had big plans to get up early today and start, but boyfriend stayed over and we didn't get up until lunch. I've found a bunch of articles online, and now have to slot them into my assignment. It's worth 50%, so i had planned to do a good job of it, but it's just not going to happen. I can tell that i'm going to end up padding it all out with crap, just to meet the word limit. I suck sometimes. In my defence, i offer the exhaustion, complete lack of downtime and the sickness that i picked up from a kid last week that has me coughing and sniffing like crazy.
I'd better get back to the grindstone, but i figured i should let you all know that i've not died and i still love my blog! Wish me luck... i'm really going to need it.
We spend most of the week playing games, cooking and doing crafts. The older kids went off to Archery, and we did treasure hunts all over the neighborhood. We had a rodeo carnival one afternoon, with the dunking machine, put put golf, sideshow games and a big bouncy castle - an awesome afternoon! On friday half of us took the older kids to Greenhills Adventure Park, which they loved - but it was absolutely freezing and all us leaders were practically turning blue! Thank goodness we had pancakes to cook, woo!
The week went really well overall. The kids had a blast and the parents had rave reviews. The leaders thought it went well, and we had no huge disasters. We didn't even have any big injuries! Apart from the fact that one of the leaders and i had major clashes that made me feel pretty shit. But we were over it by the end of the week.
Friday night after the cleaning up and leaders pizza party, we had a movie night with the youth group. I barely made it through Fifty First Dates, and then Benchwarmers started skipping halfway through... and i fell asleep in the middle of Handcock. Oopsie. Didn't get home til 1.30am. 17hours at work. I think that's a few too many.
I'm absolutely exhausted. I've been flat out for two weeks, after a full on term. The holidays have been a total waste!! Now, i have a 3000word essay due tomorrow afternoon that i've barely started. I had big plans to get up early today and start, but boyfriend stayed over and we didn't get up until lunch. I've found a bunch of articles online, and now have to slot them into my assignment. It's worth 50%, so i had planned to do a good job of it, but it's just not going to happen. I can tell that i'm going to end up padding it all out with crap, just to meet the word limit. I suck sometimes. In my defence, i offer the exhaustion, complete lack of downtime and the sickness that i picked up from a kid last week that has me coughing and sniffing like crazy.
I'd better get back to the grindstone, but i figured i should let you all know that i've not died and i still love my blog! Wish me luck... i'm really going to need it.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Old Boys Club
A week or so ago it was time for the annual Adelaide Club fathers and children dinner. I said i'd go with Dad, because i knew it would be good for us to bond but the condition was that some family friends of ours would go too, so that i'd have someone to talk to! At the last minute, they pulled out. Dad said that we'd skip it, as neither of us were that keen to go... but then he changed his mind. Grumpy face. But still, i didn't mind toooo much. But then mum stepped in.
I was informed that everything i owned was unsuitable and promiscuous, so she wanted to me wear my ridiculous navy blue and brown bo-peep dress with the pleated puffy sleeves and the big bow at the back. No thanks. That dress makes me look like an idiot. I asked mum if i could wear my black strapless - it's knee length, plain, perfectly reasonable. Mum flipped. Apparently, it's unacceptable to wear strapless dresses to the Adelaide Club. Goodness knows why. Naturally, tempers errupted, huge arguments ensued. Eventually, mum furiously told me i could wear my black dress so long as i wore a jacket over it. By the time Dad and i finally left, things were strained.
Once we arrived, things were ok. I was in my pretty dress and my pretty heels, so i felt ok. Sure, i knew nobody and was surrounded by strange old men. Then i saw a girl that i went to school with and we chatted until it was time to be seated. In typical Adelaide Club style, everything was done by the book. The men weren't allowed to sit until after the opening words and after the women had been seated. There were far too many forks, spoons, knives and glasses in front of me, but i managed to use them all correctly and eat properly, so i did Dad proud.
It turned out that the people we'd been seated with were lovely. One man was a judge on the Supreme Court, and the other was an accountant i think. Their kids all knew each other, so were riotously getting along at the other end of the table, while i was listening quietly to their conversations and occasionally joining in on the men's conversation. Dad's like me. As the meal slowly progressed, the kids at the other end of the table started to warm to me and include me. The boy next to me was lovely and one of the girls, Charlotte, came and sat next to me during dessert and we chatted about life, travel, study - all that kind of thing. It was good.
Add to that that the food was yummy. Rather than the usual tiny portions of pretentious food, the courses were well sized and delicious. By the end of it, i was stuffed, as was everyone else. The chocolate mousse for dessert with strawberries was delish. Yay for yummy pretentious food. And thank goodness i wore the black dress. I was surrounded by beautiful girls with shoulders bared; if i'd worn the bo peep dress, i would have stuck out like a sore thumb and been avoided like the plague by the fancy kids.
Overall, it was a pretty good night. The conversation was scintillating, the people were interesting, the food was good, the tradition was nice and dad and i got along really well. It was a good night!! Normally, rich people aren't my favourite, as they tend to be a little self absorbed and spoilt. But i don't know, there was something different tonight. It was nice to sit down and talk to people who were intelligent and confident. It was almost as if i fit in? While i hate the stigma of the elitist world, i have to face the facts. I have been born into that world, surrounded by well-educated and cultured people. My parents friends travel lots, play gold and bridge and have a plethora of long lunches where they sit around drinking wine. It's a lifestyle. Granted, i do more for the community than many of them do. But i can hold my own in their conversations. I'm bright, curious and quick-witted. While i hate admitting it, it's nice to just relax into that snobby world sometimes.
This year, dinner was much more bearable than the last time. I relaxed into their world instead of fighting against it. It was so much easier. Next year, i'll give it another go and see how it goes down. And, with any luck, i'll get to hang out with some of the people i met this year sometime soon, because they were good fun. All in all, a successful night. Dad was pleased. Yay!!
I was informed that everything i owned was unsuitable and promiscuous, so she wanted to me wear my ridiculous navy blue and brown bo-peep dress with the pleated puffy sleeves and the big bow at the back. No thanks. That dress makes me look like an idiot. I asked mum if i could wear my black strapless - it's knee length, plain, perfectly reasonable. Mum flipped. Apparently, it's unacceptable to wear strapless dresses to the Adelaide Club. Goodness knows why. Naturally, tempers errupted, huge arguments ensued. Eventually, mum furiously told me i could wear my black dress so long as i wore a jacket over it. By the time Dad and i finally left, things were strained.
Once we arrived, things were ok. I was in my pretty dress and my pretty heels, so i felt ok. Sure, i knew nobody and was surrounded by strange old men. Then i saw a girl that i went to school with and we chatted until it was time to be seated. In typical Adelaide Club style, everything was done by the book. The men weren't allowed to sit until after the opening words and after the women had been seated. There were far too many forks, spoons, knives and glasses in front of me, but i managed to use them all correctly and eat properly, so i did Dad proud.
It turned out that the people we'd been seated with were lovely. One man was a judge on the Supreme Court, and the other was an accountant i think. Their kids all knew each other, so were riotously getting along at the other end of the table, while i was listening quietly to their conversations and occasionally joining in on the men's conversation. Dad's like me. As the meal slowly progressed, the kids at the other end of the table started to warm to me and include me. The boy next to me was lovely and one of the girls, Charlotte, came and sat next to me during dessert and we chatted about life, travel, study - all that kind of thing. It was good.
Add to that that the food was yummy. Rather than the usual tiny portions of pretentious food, the courses were well sized and delicious. By the end of it, i was stuffed, as was everyone else. The chocolate mousse for dessert with strawberries was delish. Yay for yummy pretentious food. And thank goodness i wore the black dress. I was surrounded by beautiful girls with shoulders bared; if i'd worn the bo peep dress, i would have stuck out like a sore thumb and been avoided like the plague by the fancy kids.
Overall, it was a pretty good night. The conversation was scintillating, the people were interesting, the food was good, the tradition was nice and dad and i got along really well. It was a good night!! Normally, rich people aren't my favourite, as they tend to be a little self absorbed and spoilt. But i don't know, there was something different tonight. It was nice to sit down and talk to people who were intelligent and confident. It was almost as if i fit in? While i hate the stigma of the elitist world, i have to face the facts. I have been born into that world, surrounded by well-educated and cultured people. My parents friends travel lots, play gold and bridge and have a plethora of long lunches where they sit around drinking wine. It's a lifestyle. Granted, i do more for the community than many of them do. But i can hold my own in their conversations. I'm bright, curious and quick-witted. While i hate admitting it, it's nice to just relax into that snobby world sometimes.
This year, dinner was much more bearable than the last time. I relaxed into their world instead of fighting against it. It was so much easier. Next year, i'll give it another go and see how it goes down. And, with any luck, i'll get to hang out with some of the people i met this year sometime soon, because they were good fun. All in all, a successful night. Dad was pleased. Yay!!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
New Zealand Visitor
When i went to Europe, i made friend named Libby. She was lots like me - we laughed lots, had heaps of fun and were our usual companions as we explored Europe. I haven't seen her in almost two years now. This week, she came over to Adelaide to see me! She flew in sunday afternoon and left yesterday. We had such a good time, i had forgotten how much fun we had together. I enjoyed playing tourist!!
Sunday night flew by. We had planned to see a movie, as the movie theatre in the small town that Lib comes from shut down years ago and she has to drive hours to the cinema now. However, Lib was knackered and fell asleep around 6, so i just spent the night chilling.
When monday came, it was time to dig deep and think of all of the touristy things that you can do in Radelaide. Despite the warm weather of the past few weeks, it was a horrible morning. Pouring with rain, gale winds, bitterly cold... we decided that Lib must've brought the awful weather with her from NZ. We picked Loz up and headed up the freeway. Our first stop was the Mt. Lofty Summit. Despite the cold and the wind, it was pretty cool to see the panoramic view of Adelaide, and we stopped off to get postcards and other touristy things. Then we headed up to Hahndorf. Before we could get out of the car, the rain started to pound down. We raced for the German Arms, where we settled in for some lunch. They had a fire, so it was nice and warm!! We ate lunch and it was super filling and yummy. Afterwards, we dashed through the rain between shop verandas and looked at all of the Hahndorf goodies. We hit a few chocolate and sweet shops to stock up on treats, and i got a lucky fairy coin from the awesome fairy shop. Eventually, we'd had enough of getting wet, so we headed to Harbor Town for some shopping. Lib was looking for shorts, but apparently Adelaide isn't ready to sell those yet... instead we found a few random bits and pieces and stocked up on hula hoops for kids club. It was still bucketing down and we got soaked again, but there were rainbows this time!!
We had a big family dinner, with Lib and my new bf (a story for another time...), which was far less terrifying than we had all thought that it would be. Phew! Lib went to sleep early again and i hung out with the boyfriend for awhile. One successful night as a tour guide down!
On Tuesday i dropped Lib in town while i went to work for awhile. There's way too much to do for kids club for me to have skipped a day! I went in at lunch to collect her and we wandered the shops for awhile - we bought cds and had coffee and a chat... it was a pretty chilled day. The afternoon was spent reading the new Dan Brown book, which was exciting. At night, Loz and i took Lib on a nightlife tour of adelaide... this consisted of a drive through town to see the Lantern, the zoo, St. Peter's cathedral and the unis, before heading down to the beach for gelati and a walk to the jetty. We finished up with a trip to Windy Point, where cops asked us if we were the ones doing burnouts, we took lots of photos and stole a traffic cone on the way down the hill again for use at kids club. Not super exciting, but we made it work...
On wednesday, Lib was up super early so we made the most of the day. Loz and i took her to see The Ugly Truth at Marion, before we explored IKEA and hung out at the airport for awhile. I finally got my bookshelves at IKEA and we had Hungry Jack's for lunch. Loz got her scissors confiscated at the security point - they refused rather rudely just to hold onto them for us. Grr. We waved Lib off at the gate with promises to see each other again soon.
It was great seeing Lib. I loved having her around - she was so much fun and she's so easy to be with - moreso than heaps of the people that i know in Adelaide. I miss her already and hopefully i'll get over to NZ soon. It was a pretty awesome few days!
Sunday night flew by. We had planned to see a movie, as the movie theatre in the small town that Lib comes from shut down years ago and she has to drive hours to the cinema now. However, Lib was knackered and fell asleep around 6, so i just spent the night chilling.
When monday came, it was time to dig deep and think of all of the touristy things that you can do in Radelaide. Despite the warm weather of the past few weeks, it was a horrible morning. Pouring with rain, gale winds, bitterly cold... we decided that Lib must've brought the awful weather with her from NZ. We picked Loz up and headed up the freeway. Our first stop was the Mt. Lofty Summit. Despite the cold and the wind, it was pretty cool to see the panoramic view of Adelaide, and we stopped off to get postcards and other touristy things. Then we headed up to Hahndorf. Before we could get out of the car, the rain started to pound down. We raced for the German Arms, where we settled in for some lunch. They had a fire, so it was nice and warm!! We ate lunch and it was super filling and yummy. Afterwards, we dashed through the rain between shop verandas and looked at all of the Hahndorf goodies. We hit a few chocolate and sweet shops to stock up on treats, and i got a lucky fairy coin from the awesome fairy shop. Eventually, we'd had enough of getting wet, so we headed to Harbor Town for some shopping. Lib was looking for shorts, but apparently Adelaide isn't ready to sell those yet... instead we found a few random bits and pieces and stocked up on hula hoops for kids club. It was still bucketing down and we got soaked again, but there were rainbows this time!!
We had a big family dinner, with Lib and my new bf (a story for another time...), which was far less terrifying than we had all thought that it would be. Phew! Lib went to sleep early again and i hung out with the boyfriend for awhile. One successful night as a tour guide down!
On Tuesday i dropped Lib in town while i went to work for awhile. There's way too much to do for kids club for me to have skipped a day! I went in at lunch to collect her and we wandered the shops for awhile - we bought cds and had coffee and a chat... it was a pretty chilled day. The afternoon was spent reading the new Dan Brown book, which was exciting. At night, Loz and i took Lib on a nightlife tour of adelaide... this consisted of a drive through town to see the Lantern, the zoo, St. Peter's cathedral and the unis, before heading down to the beach for gelati and a walk to the jetty. We finished up with a trip to Windy Point, where cops asked us if we were the ones doing burnouts, we took lots of photos and stole a traffic cone on the way down the hill again for use at kids club. Not super exciting, but we made it work...
On wednesday, Lib was up super early so we made the most of the day. Loz and i took her to see The Ugly Truth at Marion, before we explored IKEA and hung out at the airport for awhile. I finally got my bookshelves at IKEA and we had Hungry Jack's for lunch. Loz got her scissors confiscated at the security point - they refused rather rudely just to hold onto them for us. Grr. We waved Lib off at the gate with promises to see each other again soon.
It was great seeing Lib. I loved having her around - she was so much fun and she's so easy to be with - moreso than heaps of the people that i know in Adelaide. I miss her already and hopefully i'll get over to NZ soon. It was a pretty awesome few days!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Visitor!
My Contiki friend Lib is here from NZ this week, just to visit me. Hence, the lack of posts that i'm sure you're all dearly missing. We're having a blast, it's so good to see her! I forgot how easy she is to get along with and have fun with. Yay! I'm stoked that she came to Adelaide just to visit me. Finding touristy things to do was hard though! I'll tell you about it later. She leaves tomorrow afternoon, so i promise that after that i'll be back... I tell you, it's exhausting having someone stay in your bedroom! You have to keep them entertained 24/7 and can never just properly relax!! I'm knackered and can't wait to sleep... unfortunately, it's the holidays and i have a million things on (study, parties, study, catching up with friends, study, planning kids club, RUNNING kids club...) and i never seem to have enough time to sleep!! But hopefully tomorrow afternoon i'll get some downtime. For now, i've got a million things to do at work, and then i've got to pick Lib up from town! Hope you're all enjoying the holidays!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Happy 1000!
I've missed my blog! I've been flat out this week getting assignments in and planning Kids Club for the week after next. I've had so much to say about my yoga classes, dancing class, the father-daughter dinner at the Adelaide Club tonight and all the other goings on in my life. There were big plans to spend my 1000th post writing about the zen i get from my yoga, but i just haven't had time to do it justice... and i've been away from my blog for so long that i finally caved and am wasting it on a general update!
Right now, i'm pretty knackered and would like to go to sleep... but i'm kind of waiting for a phone call, so i have to hold out at least until one. I promise, now that i'm on holidays, i'll spend some time updating you all on my life next week. Because i'm sure you all totally care.
Yay for 1000 posts!
Right now, i'm pretty knackered and would like to go to sleep... but i'm kind of waiting for a phone call, so i have to hold out at least until one. I promise, now that i'm on holidays, i'll spend some time updating you all on my life next week. Because i'm sure you all totally care.
Yay for 1000 posts!
Friday, September 11, 2009
It's friday night. My parents are away for the weekend. Sounds like a perfect time for a party - or at least a girls night. And what am i doing? I'm sitting at home, alone, attempting to study. I just took my refresher CPR course and am good to save lives for another year. I played taxi to some friends, dropping them at various friday night activities - clearly, the universe's little way of teasing me about the fact that i don't have a life... i can't even just relax and enjoy having the night to myself, seeing as i have two huge assignments due on thursday that i've barely started and don't really know how to do. I have no plans tomorrow, am working tomorrow night, have sunday school the next morning... what a waste of a weekend. And, i'm sitting here listening to the fireworks going off at the show and feeling miserable because i didn't get to join in on the carnival fun this year (seeing the fireworks just reminds me that i'm not there).
I'm so bored. I want to go to bed and read my books with a nice chai. Yum. But i at least have to do a little more work first.
In brighter news, i'm looking forward to blogging about the awesome yoga class that i went to yesterday. I totally discovered my inner zen. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow!
I'm so bored. I want to go to bed and read my books with a nice chai. Yum. But i at least have to do a little more work first.
In brighter news, i'm looking forward to blogging about the awesome yoga class that i went to yesterday. I totally discovered my inner zen. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow!
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
PS. I Love You (pt 4)
One of my best friends was just dumped by her boyfriend. It was completely out of the blue. They were the kind of couple that always seemed happy. Privvy to insider information, for the most part that was true. Everyone assumed that, if anyone had a chance of making it in this world, they did. But suddenly, they're over. It was a shock. Suddenly, my slowly blossoming hope that there could be hope for some of us has been shaken.
I've been writing lots about love lately, obviously. About what love means, about how to find it. I just read a book called How To Be Single by Liz Tullico (the woman who co-authored He's Just Not That Into You). The book was surprisingly good. It focused on the main character's battle through singledom. She quit her job and travelled to india, paris, rome, australia, china, bali, iceland and mexico, talking to other single women about how they managed. Sounds trite, but there was actually some pretty decent stuff in there. In the end, obviously, there's no one conclusion. Basically, the idea was that women need to learn to love themselves, love each other and never give up hope that there's a prince waiting out there for everyone.... It was supposed to be inspiring. At the end of it, i knew it was well written, but i didn't know whether it was just a woman writing about her despair, thinly veiling it in hope.
In that tell-all Wikipedia article i've been reading (yes, i use Wikipedia as a place to gather solid facts, especially on existential matters like love), there's all sorts of talk about our inner animal driving us to find love, as if it's a primal need, like hunger or thirst. Or maybe it's a chemical reaction, our pheromones. Maybe it's just psychological; an attraction or desire for affection and comfort, brough about by what we've been told about love. Let's face it, none of us really know.
All over the world, people have different ideas about how love works. Persians think that finding a divine love is the ultimate goal in life. In China, there are many sorts of love; Confucious preaches beneficial love, Yuanfen is a collection of bound destinies, and Zaolian is love early in childhood/adolescents/young adults. Japan has indulgent dependance, a passionate and caring love. All religions have different ideas about what it means to love, and be loved - Hinduism, Christianity, Buddhism, Islam, Judaism... It seems to me that, when it comes to love, nobody has any idea about what's happening when it comes to love.
The fact that the entire world is completely clueless about love doesn't exactly inspire me. At least it gives rise to a bizzare sense of solidarity. I'm not alone in my complete and utter cluelessness. With the rest of the world searching for answers, it at least justifies my desire to keep looking. And i will. Next point of interest? Love in Ancient Greece.
I've been writing lots about love lately, obviously. About what love means, about how to find it. I just read a book called How To Be Single by Liz Tullico (the woman who co-authored He's Just Not That Into You). The book was surprisingly good. It focused on the main character's battle through singledom. She quit her job and travelled to india, paris, rome, australia, china, bali, iceland and mexico, talking to other single women about how they managed. Sounds trite, but there was actually some pretty decent stuff in there. In the end, obviously, there's no one conclusion. Basically, the idea was that women need to learn to love themselves, love each other and never give up hope that there's a prince waiting out there for everyone.... It was supposed to be inspiring. At the end of it, i knew it was well written, but i didn't know whether it was just a woman writing about her despair, thinly veiling it in hope.
In that tell-all Wikipedia article i've been reading (yes, i use Wikipedia as a place to gather solid facts, especially on existential matters like love), there's all sorts of talk about our inner animal driving us to find love, as if it's a primal need, like hunger or thirst. Or maybe it's a chemical reaction, our pheromones. Maybe it's just psychological; an attraction or desire for affection and comfort, brough about by what we've been told about love. Let's face it, none of us really know.
All over the world, people have different ideas about how love works. Persians think that finding a divine love is the ultimate goal in life. In China, there are many sorts of love; Confucious preaches beneficial love, Yuanfen is a collection of bound destinies, and Zaolian is love early in childhood/adolescents/young adults. Japan has indulgent dependance, a passionate and caring love. All religions have different ideas about what it means to love, and be loved - Hinduism, Christianity, Buddhism, Islam, Judaism... It seems to me that, when it comes to love, nobody has any idea about what's happening when it comes to love.
The fact that the entire world is completely clueless about love doesn't exactly inspire me. At least it gives rise to a bizzare sense of solidarity. I'm not alone in my complete and utter cluelessness. With the rest of the world searching for answers, it at least justifies my desire to keep looking. And i will. Next point of interest? Love in Ancient Greece.
PS. I Love You (pt 4)
One of my best friends was just dumped by her boyfriend. It was completely out of the blue. They were the kind of couple that always seemed happy. Privvy to insider information, for the most part that was true. Everyone assumed that, if anyone had a chance of making it in this world, they did. But suddenly, they're over. It was a shock. Suddenly, my slowly blossoming hope that there could be hope for some of us has been shaken.
I've been writing lots about love lately, obviously. About what love means, about how to find it. I just read a book called How To Be Single by Liz Tullico (the woman who co-authored He's Just Not That Into You). The book was surprisingly good. It focused on the main character's battle through singledom. She quit her job and travelled to india, paris, rome, australia, china, bali, iceland and mexico, talking to other single women about how they managed. Sounds trite, but there was actually some pretty decent stuff in there. In the end, obviously, there's no one conclusion. Basically, the idea was that women need to learn to love themselves, love each other and never give up hope that there's a prince waiting out there for everyone.... It was supposed to be inspiring. At the end of it, i knew it was well written, but i didn't know whether it was just a woman writing about her despair, thinly veiling it in hope.
In that tell-all Wikipedia article i've been reading (yes, i use Wikipedia as a place to gather solid facts, especially on existential matters like love), there's all sorts of talk about our inner animal driving us to find love, as if it's a primal need, like hunger or thirst. Or maybe it's a chemical reaction, our pheromones. Maybe it's just psychological; an attraction or desire for affection and comfort, brough about by what we've been told about love. Let's face it, none of us really know.
All over the world, people have different ideas about how love works. Persians think that finding a divine love is the ultimate goal in life. In China, there are many sorts of love; Confucious preaches beneficial love, Yuanfen is a collection of bound destinies, and Zaolian is love early in childhood/adolescents/young adults. Japan has indulgent dependance, a passionate and caring love. All religions have different ideas about what it means to love, and be loved - Hinduism, Christianity, Buddhism, Islam, Judaism... It seems to me that, when it comes to love, nobody has any idea about what's happening when it comes to love.
The fact that the entire world is completely clueless about love doesn't exactly inspire me. At least it gives rise to a bizzare sense of solidarity.
I've been writing lots about love lately, obviously. About what love means, about how to find it. I just read a book called How To Be Single by Liz Tullico (the woman who co-authored He's Just Not That Into You). The book was surprisingly good. It focused on the main character's battle through singledom. She quit her job and travelled to india, paris, rome, australia, china, bali, iceland and mexico, talking to other single women about how they managed. Sounds trite, but there was actually some pretty decent stuff in there. In the end, obviously, there's no one conclusion. Basically, the idea was that women need to learn to love themselves, love each other and never give up hope that there's a prince waiting out there for everyone.... It was supposed to be inspiring. At the end of it, i knew it was well written, but i didn't know whether it was just a woman writing about her despair, thinly veiling it in hope.
In that tell-all Wikipedia article i've been reading (yes, i use Wikipedia as a place to gather solid facts, especially on existential matters like love), there's all sorts of talk about our inner animal driving us to find love, as if it's a primal need, like hunger or thirst. Or maybe it's a chemical reaction, our pheromones. Maybe it's just psychological; an attraction or desire for affection and comfort, brough about by what we've been told about love. Let's face it, none of us really know.
All over the world, people have different ideas about how love works. Persians think that finding a divine love is the ultimate goal in life. In China, there are many sorts of love; Confucious preaches beneficial love, Yuanfen is a collection of bound destinies, and Zaolian is love early in childhood/adolescents/young adults. Japan has indulgent dependance, a passionate and caring love. All religions have different ideas about what it means to love, and be loved - Hinduism, Christianity, Buddhism, Islam, Judaism... It seems to me that, when it comes to love, nobody has any idea about what's happening when it comes to love.
The fact that the entire world is completely clueless about love doesn't exactly inspire me. At least it gives rise to a bizzare sense of solidarity.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Time Flies
I've no idea where the past week has gone. At the moment (and for the past couple of days) i'm pretty sick, feeling miserable and sorry for myself. And the weekend was pretty busy, occupied both nights and with youth group, some homework and a father's day lunch thrown into the mix. Lunch was even bearable, as i used the 'i'm sick' card to sidestep all of mum's complaints that i wasn't being sociable enough and should have talked more. Not that i probably would have anyway, seeing as dad barely even spoke to me, even when i gave him his card, and mum used the phrase 'i didn't like you at all that day' in reference to me. Woot. Must say, i didn't get enough study done, but oh well, all in all it wasn't a bad weekend. And i curled my hair with my straightner, so it looked all pretty, and that was fun.
I've got some stuff in my 'to blog' thoughts, but my brain hurts too much to get much done now, and i'm currently googling a trip to fiji, woo! Maybe a quick getaway... plus, i think i'll need to get to bed early. And, i started watching a scary movie by mistake, and now i'm quite into it. Untraceable. So far it's pretty good! Now, off i go.
I've got some stuff in my 'to blog' thoughts, but my brain hurts too much to get much done now, and i'm currently googling a trip to fiji, woo! Maybe a quick getaway... plus, i think i'll need to get to bed early. And, i started watching a scary movie by mistake, and now i'm quite into it. Untraceable. So far it's pretty good! Now, off i go.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Bachata!
Tonight, after a great deal of cajoling, bullying and more or less aggressive dragging, El took me along to a special session at her Latin dance school. She is learning Bachata (and Zouk and Salsa...), which is a kind of Latin, sexy, speedy, up-close-and-personal dance. Now, it's important to note my lack of co-ordination, aversion to dancing in public, fear of judgemental audiences and public failiure, and general hatred of mirrors. Needless to say, it was not an easy task getting me there. But i arrived on time, in my totally inappropriate dancing clothes, and joined the line of girls.
Tonight was an all-ladies occasion (thank goodness, because the idea of grinding up against a stranger just isn't appealing to me for some reason!), and we were focusing on style. The nice, gorgeous, flexible, gorgeous, amazing dancer lady who was leading our class taught us a few basic moves before we started to learn a little routine, called a 'shine'. Apparently, when we're dancing in pairs, the guy can spin us out on our own and that's our opportunity to get all sexy and dance on our own - and 'shine'!
I eventually got my butt moving in a figure eight and my hip popping on the right side. The shine wasn't all that difficult to the untrained eye, but naturally, the speed threw me off balance and i generally skipped a step (ok, and i always stuffed up the quick step, because my feet couldn't move that fast!). Don't even get me started on my ineptitude for body rolls... By the end of the hour long class, i wouldn't say that i had the routine down, but i could struggle through it.
Now, i wasn't an embarassment to myself. But the other girls in the class seemed to have more of an idea about how to move their bodies than i did, or more dancing experience, which put me at a disadvantage. Add that to the fact that facing a full length mirror for an hour watching my body (ew) attempt to dance (cringe) and i think i did fairly well overall. Although i suck at dancing sexily. I don't think i could exude sex if you paid me. Which is good i suppose, because i'll never be tempted into being a hooker or a stripper if i'm broke.
El is dying for me to turn up next week for the first session of the six week beginners class. I'm not sure i can subject myself to it (or afford it!!), but we'll see. I'm balancing the desire to know how to dance with the desire not to damage my fragile self esteem. I kind of enjoyed the dancing tonight, but the self-esteem issue that made me feel like i looked actually ridiculous had me very nervous... i'll work on it. There's another friend of El's that she dragged along tonight, who seems keen to do the beginner's classes. While she's a better dancer than me, it's good to know that i'd at least have one friend!! (El is already in the intermediate class, having finished the first six weeks). I know that people are keen for me to go and i always have so much trouvle saying no!! And it's only six weeks...
Other than that, i'm pretty keen on trying yoga or some other kind of dancing. El and i think swing would be fun, or classical. Maybe i'll look into them. The idea of classes appeals to me - i like improving myself and being accomplished at things.
Who knows, maybe i'll get into Bachata and be sexy dancing in the clubs of Adelaide in no time at all... keep an eye out for that!
Tonight was an all-ladies occasion (thank goodness, because the idea of grinding up against a stranger just isn't appealing to me for some reason!), and we were focusing on style. The nice, gorgeous, flexible, gorgeous, amazing dancer lady who was leading our class taught us a few basic moves before we started to learn a little routine, called a 'shine'. Apparently, when we're dancing in pairs, the guy can spin us out on our own and that's our opportunity to get all sexy and dance on our own - and 'shine'!
I eventually got my butt moving in a figure eight and my hip popping on the right side. The shine wasn't all that difficult to the untrained eye, but naturally, the speed threw me off balance and i generally skipped a step (ok, and i always stuffed up the quick step, because my feet couldn't move that fast!). Don't even get me started on my ineptitude for body rolls... By the end of the hour long class, i wouldn't say that i had the routine down, but i could struggle through it.
Now, i wasn't an embarassment to myself. But the other girls in the class seemed to have more of an idea about how to move their bodies than i did, or more dancing experience, which put me at a disadvantage. Add that to the fact that facing a full length mirror for an hour watching my body (ew) attempt to dance (cringe) and i think i did fairly well overall. Although i suck at dancing sexily. I don't think i could exude sex if you paid me. Which is good i suppose, because i'll never be tempted into being a hooker or a stripper if i'm broke.
El is dying for me to turn up next week for the first session of the six week beginners class. I'm not sure i can subject myself to it (or afford it!!), but we'll see. I'm balancing the desire to know how to dance with the desire not to damage my fragile self esteem. I kind of enjoyed the dancing tonight, but the self-esteem issue that made me feel like i looked actually ridiculous had me very nervous... i'll work on it. There's another friend of El's that she dragged along tonight, who seems keen to do the beginner's classes. While she's a better dancer than me, it's good to know that i'd at least have one friend!! (El is already in the intermediate class, having finished the first six weeks). I know that people are keen for me to go and i always have so much trouvle saying no!! And it's only six weeks...
Other than that, i'm pretty keen on trying yoga or some other kind of dancing. El and i think swing would be fun, or classical. Maybe i'll look into them. The idea of classes appeals to me - i like improving myself and being accomplished at things.
Who knows, maybe i'll get into Bachata and be sexy dancing in the clubs of Adelaide in no time at all... keep an eye out for that!
PS. I Love You (pt 3)
So i read on in my informative Wikipedia article and was further enlightened on love - in the psychological sense this time. Well, scientific-psychological, not emotional-psychological, which is good because i'm still on the hunt for knowledge - not going to trust those pesky emotions!
Have you heard about the triangular theory of love (Robert Sternberg)? Basically, it says that there are three components to love; intimacy, commitment and passion. Intimacy comes from the sharing of secrets and lives. I suppose that's in friendships as much as it is in romantic relationships. Commitment is the part that signifies permanence, again in both types of relationships. The real difference seems to lie in passion; attraction and passion, in infatuation or love. Real love seems to hold some kind of combination of these three. But in what measure? What makes real love? Is it the passion that is apparently just a chemical reaction that will die out in a year? Or is it the commitment to sharing your life and your secrets with someone you trust?
Of course, it's not as simple as just deciding on the balance between these three components. There are competing theories, just to make things confusing. One states a different set of three components (Zick Rubin); attachment, caring and intimacy. I suppose attachment is commitment, and caring could be passionate? So maybe these two theories are just the same thing, by two different dudes trying to look smart.
Everyone has heard of the theory that 'opposite's attract' (unless they're living under a rock, or happily married). I always thought that was just an old saying that someone had invented a few hundred years ago to justify some kind of relationship that their family and friends thought would never work. However, it appears that some Coulomb guy came up with it and made it a law of his own, scientific and all! It seems to have something to do with negative and positive charges attracting. Just like magnets!! While research has shown that people generally go for people who's character and personality are similar to their own, there are more subtle areas in which we're attracted to our opposites! Examples of this are things like immune systems, because a mix of two can benefit any children. Maybe on a basic, instinctual level we know the genetic structures we should be with, while our emotions get in the way and make things all confusing, as we try to search for our perfect personality match...
Now, this article of mine did have one thing that i do agree with. Scott Peck thinks that love is an activity and not just a feeling. I definitely think that's true. Nobody can expect to just sit back and wait until love finds them, and then expect it to last forever without an ounce of effort! People have to work at love. Peck calls it a 'concern for the spiritual growth of another' - i suppose it would take a fair bit of work to help guide someone's growth. At any rate, it's no easy ride!
So there's the scientific psychology of it all... maybe it brings me a little closer to understanding the whole 'love' concept. Commitment, attachment, passion - they're all crucial, but there's no set amount for any of them. It's what's right for your relationship. And it's nice to read that the fairytale romance where we're swept of our feet, fall in love and live happily ever after with little or no effort is perhaps a gross over-generalisation. I don't mind working for things (well, uni is an exception of course!), love included, and it's nice to see confirmation that this is normal, if not necessary!
Still, i don't have the whole idea straight yet, so i'm going to keep digging. I'll get back to you soon.
Have you heard about the triangular theory of love (Robert Sternberg)? Basically, it says that there are three components to love; intimacy, commitment and passion. Intimacy comes from the sharing of secrets and lives. I suppose that's in friendships as much as it is in romantic relationships. Commitment is the part that signifies permanence, again in both types of relationships. The real difference seems to lie in passion; attraction and passion, in infatuation or love. Real love seems to hold some kind of combination of these three. But in what measure? What makes real love? Is it the passion that is apparently just a chemical reaction that will die out in a year? Or is it the commitment to sharing your life and your secrets with someone you trust?
Of course, it's not as simple as just deciding on the balance between these three components. There are competing theories, just to make things confusing. One states a different set of three components (Zick Rubin); attachment, caring and intimacy. I suppose attachment is commitment, and caring could be passionate? So maybe these two theories are just the same thing, by two different dudes trying to look smart.
Everyone has heard of the theory that 'opposite's attract' (unless they're living under a rock, or happily married). I always thought that was just an old saying that someone had invented a few hundred years ago to justify some kind of relationship that their family and friends thought would never work. However, it appears that some Coulomb guy came up with it and made it a law of his own, scientific and all! It seems to have something to do with negative and positive charges attracting. Just like magnets!! While research has shown that people generally go for people who's character and personality are similar to their own, there are more subtle areas in which we're attracted to our opposites! Examples of this are things like immune systems, because a mix of two can benefit any children. Maybe on a basic, instinctual level we know the genetic structures we should be with, while our emotions get in the way and make things all confusing, as we try to search for our perfect personality match...
Now, this article of mine did have one thing that i do agree with. Scott Peck thinks that love is an activity and not just a feeling. I definitely think that's true. Nobody can expect to just sit back and wait until love finds them, and then expect it to last forever without an ounce of effort! People have to work at love. Peck calls it a 'concern for the spiritual growth of another' - i suppose it would take a fair bit of work to help guide someone's growth. At any rate, it's no easy ride!
So there's the scientific psychology of it all... maybe it brings me a little closer to understanding the whole 'love' concept. Commitment, attachment, passion - they're all crucial, but there's no set amount for any of them. It's what's right for your relationship. And it's nice to read that the fairytale romance where we're swept of our feet, fall in love and live happily ever after with little or no effort is perhaps a gross over-generalisation. I don't mind working for things (well, uni is an exception of course!), love included, and it's nice to see confirmation that this is normal, if not necessary!
Still, i don't have the whole idea straight yet, so i'm going to keep digging. I'll get back to you soon.
Monday, August 31, 2009
PS. I Love You (pt 2)
I've been thinking a lot about love lately. To tell you the truth, the definition of love is something that completely confounds me. There's not really any kind of measure for love, something that you can blow into and get a reading for how much you love someone. Come to think of it, that's not a bad idea. Any inventors out there want to get on that? Let me know when you figure it out.
Anyway, with the absence of this device, i've been left on my own to figure things out. I've got to say, it's not been easy. Because my thoughts have confused me completely, i've naturally turned to the internet.
According to Wikipedia, love is a more potent sentiment than simple liking for another person. It decided to tell me all about how love is to do with chemicals... apparently, there's lust (that doesn't last very long), then attraction (more individualised, full of chemical reactions that make you feel good, but only temporary) an finally attachment (based on commitment from friendships, marriages, children...). However, in depressing news, research shows that that initial burst of chemical attraction drops back to normal after a year, leaving us with just the attachment. Uhoh...
Ok, i'll admit that this isn't really helping convince me that love exists. But i'll read on and get back to you...
Anyway, with the absence of this device, i've been left on my own to figure things out. I've got to say, it's not been easy. Because my thoughts have confused me completely, i've naturally turned to the internet.
According to Wikipedia, love is a more potent sentiment than simple liking for another person. It decided to tell me all about how love is to do with chemicals... apparently, there's lust (that doesn't last very long), then attraction (more individualised, full of chemical reactions that make you feel good, but only temporary) an finally attachment (based on commitment from friendships, marriages, children...). However, in depressing news, research shows that that initial burst of chemical attraction drops back to normal after a year, leaving us with just the attachment. Uhoh...
Ok, i'll admit that this isn't really helping convince me that love exists. But i'll read on and get back to you...
Saturday, August 29, 2009
I had a horrible fight with my parents last night, that was beyond awful. Today, i'm not speaking to my father. I'm talking to mum, but only when strictly necessary. It was an absolute doozy of a fight. I want them to apologise... mum might, but dad never will - when he's the one who really needs to, seeing as mum just follows his lead.
I had a pub crawl last night and tried to enjoy myself, but it didn't really work. Loz and i ended up drinking coffee, only going into one pub, and having maccas before making it home before 11.30pm. Pathetic effort really.
In an effort to rebel, today i went out and pierced another hole in one of my ears. I then went to the hairdresser, got them to cut, dye and style my hair, and put the whole thing on mum's credit card. She noticed the hair and wasn't happy. She hasn't noticed the earring, or the whopping amount for a haircut on her card. I suspect that she'll hit the roof. Dad, of course, won't even notice...
Tonight, i have to go out again. Due to certain aspects of the fight, i'll be driving, not drinking, and coming home after only an hour or so. Doesn't sound like much fun to me. But i have to go, as it's a farewell thing...
I don't like fighting with my parents. My dad's answer to everything is to laugh at me, and call me irrational. Which hardly helps. Naturally, i don't take it at all well. I'm a good child and am generally left to my own devices. I don't like it when they suddenly decide to exert their 'parental power' to such extent.
I should be getting ready now but am watching twenty eight weeks later because i'm a crazy person and am scaring myself somewhat shittless. But i really need to go and get myself ready...
Hopefully my parents stop being terrible soon...
I had a pub crawl last night and tried to enjoy myself, but it didn't really work. Loz and i ended up drinking coffee, only going into one pub, and having maccas before making it home before 11.30pm. Pathetic effort really.
In an effort to rebel, today i went out and pierced another hole in one of my ears. I then went to the hairdresser, got them to cut, dye and style my hair, and put the whole thing on mum's credit card. She noticed the hair and wasn't happy. She hasn't noticed the earring, or the whopping amount for a haircut on her card. I suspect that she'll hit the roof. Dad, of course, won't even notice...
Tonight, i have to go out again. Due to certain aspects of the fight, i'll be driving, not drinking, and coming home after only an hour or so. Doesn't sound like much fun to me. But i have to go, as it's a farewell thing...
I don't like fighting with my parents. My dad's answer to everything is to laugh at me, and call me irrational. Which hardly helps. Naturally, i don't take it at all well. I'm a good child and am generally left to my own devices. I don't like it when they suddenly decide to exert their 'parental power' to such extent.
I should be getting ready now but am watching twenty eight weeks later because i'm a crazy person and am scaring myself somewhat shittless. But i really need to go and get myself ready...
Hopefully my parents stop being terrible soon...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Are You A Hot Girl?
I've been watching Joey (the spin off of Friends that was nowhere near as successful, but is still fairly interesting). Two amusing points have come up...
The first is the universal 'rule' of dating. Everybody has a hotness rating our of 10. People generally date people within two points of their rating. For example, an eight can date a six, seven, nine or ten. Simple. Following the logic of Joey Tribbiani, an eight could also date two fours and so on... I was playing this game with the girls the other day, it's amazing how few eligible people there are in the law school. Lots of fun though... try it. You'll be surprised how accurate it is!
The second theory is that of the 'hot girl who doesn't know that she's hot'. Again according to Joey, there are four types of girls who are not able to recognise their hotness. These do have exceptions of course, but here they are;
1. she has an even hotter older sister
2. she went to an all girls school
3. she used to be fat
4. she's blind
I'm yet to test this theory, but i suspect there is some truth behind it.
It's amusing that a man as silly as Joey could have so many insights... Definitely a funny show. It's a pity it was cancelled after only two seasons!
The first is the universal 'rule' of dating. Everybody has a hotness rating our of 10. People generally date people within two points of their rating. For example, an eight can date a six, seven, nine or ten. Simple. Following the logic of Joey Tribbiani, an eight could also date two fours and so on... I was playing this game with the girls the other day, it's amazing how few eligible people there are in the law school. Lots of fun though... try it. You'll be surprised how accurate it is!
The second theory is that of the 'hot girl who doesn't know that she's hot'. Again according to Joey, there are four types of girls who are not able to recognise their hotness. These do have exceptions of course, but here they are;
1. she has an even hotter older sister
2. she went to an all girls school
3. she used to be fat
4. she's blind
I'm yet to test this theory, but i suspect there is some truth behind it.
It's amusing that a man as silly as Joey could have so many insights... Definitely a funny show. It's a pity it was cancelled after only two seasons!
Hump Day Blues
I had a big plan to study hard this morning, before going out this afternoon and coming home to study some more, possibly then even have coffee with Miha. But we all know that things never go as planned around here...
I slept in this morning, and wasted all my time until it was about ten minutes before i had to go out. Oops... Unfortunately, it was one of those outings that was fun at the time but i left feeling down. Now i'm sitting in front of my computer, attempting to find the strength to pick up my notes for any subject. I've completely crashed - no energy, no enthusiasm, no cheer. I don't even have the energy to read, and that's usually what i do when i don't want to do anything else.
Blargh, i hate feeling ick. I really, really wish i could just make it through a day happy.
I'm sure i had a bunch of other things to blog about. I think i had a list somewhere. But i think i'll maybe nap for awhile and come back later...
I slept in this morning, and wasted all my time until it was about ten minutes before i had to go out. Oops... Unfortunately, it was one of those outings that was fun at the time but i left feeling down. Now i'm sitting in front of my computer, attempting to find the strength to pick up my notes for any subject. I've completely crashed - no energy, no enthusiasm, no cheer. I don't even have the energy to read, and that's usually what i do when i don't want to do anything else.
Blargh, i hate feeling ick. I really, really wish i could just make it through a day happy.
I'm sure i had a bunch of other things to blog about. I think i had a list somewhere. But i think i'll maybe nap for awhile and come back later...
Monday, August 24, 2009
40 Hr Famine Weekend
I survived my 40hrs without food and facebook. Woo! I'm yet to raise all the money i need, but i've got another month or so to worry about that, so it's all good. This year the money goes to ending the world food shortage in third world countries, which is a more than worthy cause. It was a busy weekend, which is good in that it often kept my mind of food - but on the other hand, it meant burning more energy and making my tummy rumble!!
On friday night i had a cocktail party. I took a bunch of the girls, and was very happy to find that they all got along really well. There wren't many people at the party and we were freezing in our cocktail gear, but it was a good night and was fun chatting with a few people.
Most of saturday afternoon was spent organising our trip to serve food at the Saint Mary Magdelene's Centre for the Homeless. We carted all the food we needed for the three courses into the city and spent the afternoon preparing. The night went very smoothly; we served our pumpkin soup, meatballs, pasta salad, fruit salad and custard. The people we served were very happy with what we served and the team worked well together in the kitchen. We all left with that warm, fuzzy feeling that you get from helping other people.
I returned to church for the 40hr famine sleepover with the kids and spent most of the night watching some of the boys play Call of Duty and shoot zombies and stuff, before curfew at midnight. In the morning, we had church (i had to lead the congregation in a song, and then take the sunday school craft) and, finally, after the service we cooked pancakes to break our fast. Delicious. I'd made it through the fast relatively well (i missed facebook though!), but by the end of it, in the last ten or so minutes, i was starved.
Once the church emptied out, a few girls from uni turned up to work on a group project of ours. We got most of it done in the few hours i had spare before band practice, which was a great relief. Afterwards, i had band practice, which went for the next two hours, then it was time for church.
I didn't get home until about 10.30pm, having turned up at church before 3pm on the previous day. A long time. So it was nice to get home. I was exhausted though, and didn't manage to get much work done over the weekend, so i'm now feeling fairly unsettled at the thought of all that i have to do to get on top of things this week. A few hundred pages to note, at least. Not something to look forward to!! So i'd better get back to it...
On friday night i had a cocktail party. I took a bunch of the girls, and was very happy to find that they all got along really well. There wren't many people at the party and we were freezing in our cocktail gear, but it was a good night and was fun chatting with a few people.
Most of saturday afternoon was spent organising our trip to serve food at the Saint Mary Magdelene's Centre for the Homeless. We carted all the food we needed for the three courses into the city and spent the afternoon preparing. The night went very smoothly; we served our pumpkin soup, meatballs, pasta salad, fruit salad and custard. The people we served were very happy with what we served and the team worked well together in the kitchen. We all left with that warm, fuzzy feeling that you get from helping other people.
I returned to church for the 40hr famine sleepover with the kids and spent most of the night watching some of the boys play Call of Duty and shoot zombies and stuff, before curfew at midnight. In the morning, we had church (i had to lead the congregation in a song, and then take the sunday school craft) and, finally, after the service we cooked pancakes to break our fast. Delicious. I'd made it through the fast relatively well (i missed facebook though!), but by the end of it, in the last ten or so minutes, i was starved.
Once the church emptied out, a few girls from uni turned up to work on a group project of ours. We got most of it done in the few hours i had spare before band practice, which was a great relief. Afterwards, i had band practice, which went for the next two hours, then it was time for church.
I didn't get home until about 10.30pm, having turned up at church before 3pm on the previous day. A long time. So it was nice to get home. I was exhausted though, and didn't manage to get much work done over the weekend, so i'm now feeling fairly unsettled at the thought of all that i have to do to get on top of things this week. A few hundred pages to note, at least. Not something to look forward to!! So i'd better get back to it...
Friday, August 21, 2009
Adieu Until Sunday....
40 hr Famine starts tonight. I was giving up food, but am sick, so maybe i won't. But i'm giving up all internet that isn't important for my study, so no more blog until sunday!
Off to a cocktail party (possibly a bizzare one...) tonight in my awesome new blue shoes and some super fun girls. Famine stuff all tomorrow, serving at the Mary Magdelene Homeless Shelter tomorrow night, cooking pancakes and singing at church sunday morning, study meeting with my essay group, singing in band for sunday night... it's going to be a busy weekend!! *sigh*... wish i wasn't so sleepy. But i'll tell you all about it when i get the internet back!
Ok, got to hurry up and get ready or i'll be late (as usual), and i'm playing taxi tonight. Gotta hustle. Have a good weekend everyone!!
Off to a cocktail party (possibly a bizzare one...) tonight in my awesome new blue shoes and some super fun girls. Famine stuff all tomorrow, serving at the Mary Magdelene Homeless Shelter tomorrow night, cooking pancakes and singing at church sunday morning, study meeting with my essay group, singing in band for sunday night... it's going to be a busy weekend!! *sigh*... wish i wasn't so sleepy. But i'll tell you all about it when i get the internet back!
Ok, got to hurry up and get ready or i'll be late (as usual), and i'm playing taxi tonight. Gotta hustle. Have a good weekend everyone!!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I feel like absolute crap today, really crook. I had to call in sick from work and the man i spoke to got quite cross with me, which i think was unfair, considering the fact that i've probably had about three sick days in the last three years, and i usually give plenty of notice. So poo to him.
I had to go to church to work this arvo, but didn't get as much done as i hoped... everything just seems to be taking forever. We had a meeting afterwards and then i staggered home... blargh.
Tonight, i'm meant to prepare for a group meeting on an assignment tomorrow, not to mention keep doing all of my readings, and organise my plans for a slightly bizzare cocktail party that i'm going to tomorrow. Ideally, i'd just like to go to bed. So, to compromise, i'm going to read through the assignment and then go to bed. Never could anyone accuse me of being a model student...
I've got a super busy weekend, but only have to get through one more day of uni, which is at least something! And recently, i've been getting more done on the weekends anyway, so maybe i'll be more productive and be up to date on monday. Fingers crossed!! And hopefully i feel better tomorrow, so can get something done before i go out...
Blargh. That pretty much sums it up!
I had to go to church to work this arvo, but didn't get as much done as i hoped... everything just seems to be taking forever. We had a meeting afterwards and then i staggered home... blargh.
Tonight, i'm meant to prepare for a group meeting on an assignment tomorrow, not to mention keep doing all of my readings, and organise my plans for a slightly bizzare cocktail party that i'm going to tomorrow. Ideally, i'd just like to go to bed. So, to compromise, i'm going to read through the assignment and then go to bed. Never could anyone accuse me of being a model student...
I've got a super busy weekend, but only have to get through one more day of uni, which is at least something! And recently, i've been getting more done on the weekends anyway, so maybe i'll be more productive and be up to date on monday. Fingers crossed!! And hopefully i feel better tomorrow, so can get something done before i go out...
Blargh. That pretty much sums it up!
Monday, August 17, 2009
PS. I Love You (pt 1)
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I am worthy of your praise - i stayed awake through all four straight hours of lectures that i had this morning. Despite boring content and the early hour. A major achievement!! I'm rather proud of myself. Granted, i survived with the help of a skinny cap and an RSPCA cupcake (yummy).
Now that i'm home, i'm attempting to study. I promise, i'll be productive tonight...
One hour of lectures today was presented by a guest lecturer from an important SA law firm. He was kind enough to grant us an hour of his time (free! - a saving of $575) and teach us about the important aspects of drafting for clients. While the content he discussed was mainly common sense, his manner and attitude were relaxed, cheerful and clear, making him far less boring than many of the people who stand infront of a few hundred students and preach the importance of conveying a message effectively. At the close of the lecture, i was happy to find that i'm somewhat looking forward to drafting letters; manipulating language to create the most appropriate way of communicating appeals to me. Perhaps i'll end up in a legal career that allows me to do this. Or perhaps i will graduate and go on to complete a masters in Creative Writing, where i'd get to learn about writing full time! Sounds pretty fun to me...
Finally, a lecture that left me almost inspired, rather than bored and half asleep. Yes!
Now that i'm home, i'm attempting to study. I promise, i'll be productive tonight...
One hour of lectures today was presented by a guest lecturer from an important SA law firm. He was kind enough to grant us an hour of his time (free! - a saving of $575) and teach us about the important aspects of drafting for clients. While the content he discussed was mainly common sense, his manner and attitude were relaxed, cheerful and clear, making him far less boring than many of the people who stand infront of a few hundred students and preach the importance of conveying a message effectively. At the close of the lecture, i was happy to find that i'm somewhat looking forward to drafting letters; manipulating language to create the most appropriate way of communicating appeals to me. Perhaps i'll end up in a legal career that allows me to do this. Or perhaps i will graduate and go on to complete a masters in Creative Writing, where i'd get to learn about writing full time! Sounds pretty fun to me...
Finally, a lecture that left me almost inspired, rather than bored and half asleep. Yes!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I have a few things to say... but i'm going to leave them until tomorrow. I'm suffering from my usual sunday night blues, caused by a combination of sleepiness, misery, stress and the pain of temporarily saying goodbye to a loved one and having to wait days until you can feel safe and loved again. I was rather productive this afternoon, but instead of continuing that trend tonight, i'm going to bed. As per usual at the moment, i'm exhausted. So everything i have to say can wait until tomorrow. I hope you've all had an awesome weekend!!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Another Week Is Over
I can't believe that saturday is nearly over again... gone are the days where the weekends stretch blissfully on. These days they seem to just be over in a flash. Right now, i should be studying, but i feel sick and horrible and would just prefer to go and sleep for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, i had to spent the morning cooking lunch for people at church, and have to spent tonight at youth group, before dragging myself to a dress up party. I actually do want to see everyone, i just don't have the energy to get dressed up and be cheerful infront of an audience. But i digress...
What i actually was going to tell all of you was to go and see My Sister's Keeper. Miha and i went to see it last night. It was fantastic. Definitely a tear jerker though - Miha is the loud-crying type, so i'm fairly sure she led the rest of the cinema by example. While it was a very emotional movie, it wasn't just your regular tear-fest. The movie had some great actors, conveyed a real sense of the difficulties that the Fitzpatrick family was facing and succeeded in living up to the original novel by Jodi Piccoult that it was adapted from.
The movie was carried by the acting of the two young main characters; Kate (Sofia Vassillieva) played the teenage girl with a particularly rare and aggressive form of leukemia, and Anna (Abigail Breslin) who played her younger sister, genetically engineered to be a perfect match for her sister and help save her life. When Anna sues for medical emancipation from her parents, for the right to her own body, it tears her family apart. Kate is dying and needs a kidney - Anna isn't going to give it to her. But the story isn't just about a court case. It details how livin with a sick child influences the whole family. Kate and Anna's brother, Jesse (Evan Ellingston) struggles as his dyslexia is pushed as his parents focus on Kate. It looks at how their mum, Sara (Cameron Diaz), refuses to let Kate go, and is ruthless in 'saving' her, as she harvests various parts of Anna to help. Their dad, Brian (Jason Patric), begins to realise what they've been putting Anna through. The whole family falls to pieces. There are twists and turns throughout the movie, and much of it is shown through flashbacks, showing the journey that the family had taken to bring them to this point, especially for Kate.
I'd have to say that the acting of Breslin (13) and Vassilieva (16) was amazing; the two girls portrayed their characters with a maturity and depth that belied their years. In fact, i'd say that their acting was more impressive than that of Diaz, who played the angry-at-life mother without much development along the course of the movie. The fact that they changed the ending of the movie (the book ended quite differently) wasn't a bad thing at all - i preferred it actually. The ending of the book was sensationalist rather than realistic and the movie perhaps ended much more suitably, all things considered.
Overall, this was one of the better movies i've seen lately. By no means was it a feel-good rom-com, of the type that i usually amuse myself with. But it was terrifically done and i was enthralled the entire time, despite my having read the book and knowing what was happening. The acting was impressive, the emotional realistically portrayed and the end result was an endearing, heart-wrenching two hours. I think you have to see it to really know what i'm talking about.
What i actually was going to tell all of you was to go and see My Sister's Keeper. Miha and i went to see it last night. It was fantastic. Definitely a tear jerker though - Miha is the loud-crying type, so i'm fairly sure she led the rest of the cinema by example. While it was a very emotional movie, it wasn't just your regular tear-fest. The movie had some great actors, conveyed a real sense of the difficulties that the Fitzpatrick family was facing and succeeded in living up to the original novel by Jodi Piccoult that it was adapted from.
The movie was carried by the acting of the two young main characters; Kate (Sofia Vassillieva) played the teenage girl with a particularly rare and aggressive form of leukemia, and Anna (Abigail Breslin) who played her younger sister, genetically engineered to be a perfect match for her sister and help save her life. When Anna sues for medical emancipation from her parents, for the right to her own body, it tears her family apart. Kate is dying and needs a kidney - Anna isn't going to give it to her. But the story isn't just about a court case. It details how livin with a sick child influences the whole family. Kate and Anna's brother, Jesse (Evan Ellingston) struggles as his dyslexia is pushed as his parents focus on Kate. It looks at how their mum, Sara (Cameron Diaz), refuses to let Kate go, and is ruthless in 'saving' her, as she harvests various parts of Anna to help. Their dad, Brian (Jason Patric), begins to realise what they've been putting Anna through. The whole family falls to pieces. There are twists and turns throughout the movie, and much of it is shown through flashbacks, showing the journey that the family had taken to bring them to this point, especially for Kate.
I'd have to say that the acting of Breslin (13) and Vassilieva (16) was amazing; the two girls portrayed their characters with a maturity and depth that belied their years. In fact, i'd say that their acting was more impressive than that of Diaz, who played the angry-at-life mother without much development along the course of the movie. The fact that they changed the ending of the movie (the book ended quite differently) wasn't a bad thing at all - i preferred it actually. The ending of the book was sensationalist rather than realistic and the movie perhaps ended much more suitably, all things considered.
Overall, this was one of the better movies i've seen lately. By no means was it a feel-good rom-com, of the type that i usually amuse myself with. But it was terrifically done and i was enthralled the entire time, despite my having read the book and knowing what was happening. The acting was impressive, the emotional realistically portrayed and the end result was an endearing, heart-wrenching two hours. I think you have to see it to really know what i'm talking about.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
If Thoughts Were Pennies I'd Be A Rich Woman...
I have too many thoughts. And, this week, those thoughts have been none to cheery. I'm in the midst of the unhappy place, surrounded by confusing thoughts, too much work, not enough fun... I know it's pretty common for me to get down, so nobody will be surprised. But it always hits me out of the blue.
Everything just seems to be getting the better of me at the moment. I'm exhausted and not getting anywhere near as much study done as i should. I've been skipping a few classes, mainly because of work and said exhaustion, and i just can't seem to catch up. I don't seem to be making much headway at work, everything just takes hours. My work and uni schedules don't match up very well this semester and i constantly have that feeling that i'm supposed to be somewhere else. The person whom i'm meant to turn to when i'm feeling crap is also having a bad time of it, so once again i'm keeping things bottled up and it's like having something rotting inside of me. Horrible.
Tomorrow, i have to be at the gym at 8am. Then, somehow, i have to get to stateswim by 8.50am for a stupid fill-in shift. Goodness knows why i said i'd do thursday mornings for the next three weeks... i'd forgotten how much i detested getting into that pool. And then i have to find some time to go to work. Not to mention that i have two classes from 2-4pm that i really shouldn't skip... yet i can already see that happening, just as it did last week. Which would be ok if i was on top of my readings - but i'm not. And i possibly have a meeting tomorrow night. It's going to be a shittastic day. Really, i'd just like to sleep in and read all day. Wishful thinking.
Friday night i'm going to the movies alone. Because i'm that cool. There's something that i want to see and there's nobody i can drag along with me to see it... so i'm going alone and hoping to hell that it's going to cheer me up (interesting theory, seeing as it's My Sister's Keeper and i'm almost definitely going to get emotional...).
As usual, i feel that if i can just hang on until the weekend, i'll have enough time to get my bearings and pull myself together enough to battle it through the next week. But at the moment, the weekend just seems so, so far away...
Everything just seems to be getting the better of me at the moment. I'm exhausted and not getting anywhere near as much study done as i should. I've been skipping a few classes, mainly because of work and said exhaustion, and i just can't seem to catch up. I don't seem to be making much headway at work, everything just takes hours. My work and uni schedules don't match up very well this semester and i constantly have that feeling that i'm supposed to be somewhere else. The person whom i'm meant to turn to when i'm feeling crap is also having a bad time of it, so once again i'm keeping things bottled up and it's like having something rotting inside of me. Horrible.
Tomorrow, i have to be at the gym at 8am. Then, somehow, i have to get to stateswim by 8.50am for a stupid fill-in shift. Goodness knows why i said i'd do thursday mornings for the next three weeks... i'd forgotten how much i detested getting into that pool. And then i have to find some time to go to work. Not to mention that i have two classes from 2-4pm that i really shouldn't skip... yet i can already see that happening, just as it did last week. Which would be ok if i was on top of my readings - but i'm not. And i possibly have a meeting tomorrow night. It's going to be a shittastic day. Really, i'd just like to sleep in and read all day. Wishful thinking.
Friday night i'm going to the movies alone. Because i'm that cool. There's something that i want to see and there's nobody i can drag along with me to see it... so i'm going alone and hoping to hell that it's going to cheer me up (interesting theory, seeing as it's My Sister's Keeper and i'm almost definitely going to get emotional...).
As usual, i feel that if i can just hang on until the weekend, i'll have enough time to get my bearings and pull myself together enough to battle it through the next week. But at the moment, the weekend just seems so, so far away...
Friday, August 07, 2009
Movie, Movie, Movie, Movie!
(to explain, in my head i'm singing 'Movie, movie, movie, movie!' to the tune of 'Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby' song by the Kaiser Chiefs...)
As per usual, i've watched a few million movies this week. Ok, so i've watched a handful of movies over and over again all week. Some were shockers, some were awesome. Here's my pick this week...
1) The Accidental Husband
I must admit, i wasn't sure how this one would go down. I just found it in the list of movies that my brother gave me. The movie basically is about a radio Love Doctor who accidentally breaks up someone's engagement. To get revenge, the spurned guy employs his computer hacker friend to marry him to the Love Doctor without her knowledge. Of course, when she goes to get a marriage licence for her and her fiance... she finds out she's already married! Then the whole movie revolves around her getting out of her marriage so that she can marry her fiance. It starred Uma Therman. Usually, i'm not an enormous fan of her. She seems slightly cold and stoic, at least in the movies i've seen her in. However, i was very pleasantly suprised! She did a great job of being personable and likeable, albeit transforming from a slightly uptight woman to a much more relaxed one over the course of about an hour an a half. Add to that Jeffery Dean Morgan and the ever-gorgeous Colin Firth and you have a very good movie! Colin Firth is an absolute darling and he's hilarious in this role. The movie was funny, (some what predictable) and feel-good. Definitely reccomended.
2) The Bucket List
I've been meaning to watch this movie for ages, but keep putting it off because i sensed that it would be quite sad and i don't like watching sad things while i study! But i finally bit the bullet. Granted, it was sad. But it was also a really great movie. It had a certain auplift to it... feel good 'i made something of my life, and died fulfilled after having some great adventures and making great friends' type thing. Personally, i took the deaths at the end quite hard (don't worry, you always know it's going to happen, so it doesn't take you by suprise). But on the whole it was a pretty good few hours. I liked all of the cool things that they did on their Bucket List - for those not in the know, that's a list of things to do before you die. Morbid, but i like lists so... I plan on creating one in the near future. Some of the places that they went will definitely be on my list! Watch it if you want to see something a little more serious than your regular rom-com.
3) The Ugly Truth
I just saw this tonight with Loz. I heard great things about it and have a bit of a girl-crush on Katherine Heigel (not to mention a regular crush on the lovely Gerard Butler), so was pretty stoked. The movie was laugh a minute, literally. And for those a little more conservative - like me - there were plenty of cringe worthy moments... but i won't spoil any of them for you, you'll have to go and see it yourself. Typical rom-com, sure. But there's nothing wrong with that. For a chillaxed friday night, it's a must see. Actually, it's a must-see no matter what, it was hilarious. And i loooooove Katherine Heigel, even though i'm insanely jealous of her gorgeous body. One day, i'm going to wake up and look like that! Well, maybe not, but i can hope! Best movie i've seen in awhile!
I'm currently watching I Love You, Man with Paul Rudd and the guy from How I Met Your Mother (you know, the guy who plays Marshall?). It's hilarious. But before i can pass judgement, i'll have to see how it ends. I'll keep you posted. Ahhhh i love movies. Who knows what i'd do without them!!
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I'M GOING TO EUROPE!!!
Ireland, Scotland, Barcelona, London... I'm so looking forward to January.
More details to come when i figure things out a little more...
Ireland, Scotland, Barcelona, London... I'm so looking forward to January.
More details to come when i figure things out a little more...
The Latest Scandal...
While it seems that there's a new sex scandal being discussed relentlessly on radio/television and in the paper, this week's has piqued my interest somewhat. I'm sure by now you've all heard about the Kyle Sandilands scandal. A fourteen year old girl was put on the show, hooked up to a lie detector and asked about her sexual experiences. Now, that in itself is fairly appalling. An underage girl, for whom it's technically illegal to have sex, being put on a radio show to talk about it. The word 'inappropriate' springs to mind. For this part of the story, i would blame the radio station for their poor judgment.
However, it was the girl's mother's idea to put her daughter on the show. In itself, that was foul. What kind of a mother is she?! But it gets worse. Over the course of the segment it came out that the girl had been raped at age twelve. And the mother knew - yet STILL put her daughter on the show! That's a disgusting show of 'parenting'. Though i don't know if you could even label it that. I'm disgusted by this side of the story more than any other side of it
However, the factor that's caused the media frenzy was Kyle's response to the revelation. I believe he said something along the lines of '...and was that your only sexual experience?'. Psychologists and all sorts of important people have decided that he was comparing rape to a pleasurable sexual experience. But put yourself in his position for a moment. You hear a shocking revelation and scramble for a response. I really don't think that Kyle was thinking 'oh, awesome, so this girl is just running around having all kinds of sex, good for her'. It sounds more like a knee-jerk reaction to me. An inappropriate one, sure. But males generally aren't known for their sensitivity.
Kyle has lost his position on Australian Idol and apparently his position as a radio host is also in question. The question i'm asking is whether we can really blame Kyle for this entire situation. Let's look at it this way... It was a team that came up with the idea to put a child hooked up to a lie detector on live radio. It was a mother who put her daughter on the show, knowing about the rape. It was Kyle who responded inappropriately seconds after hearing that a child had been raped.
Granted, a better man may have responded far better in the situation. But it seems to me that there's a whole team of people, not to mention an abominable excuse for a mother, who should also be facing the wrath of an extensive media frenzy. Keep in mind that i'm no great fan of Kyle Sandiland. He's rude and has a host of other poor qualities. However, in this situation, i'm really not sure he's the only one to blame... is this inappropriate reaction really worth ruining his career?
Just something to think about.
However, it was the girl's mother's idea to put her daughter on the show. In itself, that was foul. What kind of a mother is she?! But it gets worse. Over the course of the segment it came out that the girl had been raped at age twelve. And the mother knew - yet STILL put her daughter on the show! That's a disgusting show of 'parenting'. Though i don't know if you could even label it that. I'm disgusted by this side of the story more than any other side of it
However, the factor that's caused the media frenzy was Kyle's response to the revelation. I believe he said something along the lines of '...and was that your only sexual experience?'. Psychologists and all sorts of important people have decided that he was comparing rape to a pleasurable sexual experience. But put yourself in his position for a moment. You hear a shocking revelation and scramble for a response. I really don't think that Kyle was thinking 'oh, awesome, so this girl is just running around having all kinds of sex, good for her'. It sounds more like a knee-jerk reaction to me. An inappropriate one, sure. But males generally aren't known for their sensitivity.
Kyle has lost his position on Australian Idol and apparently his position as a radio host is also in question. The question i'm asking is whether we can really blame Kyle for this entire situation. Let's look at it this way... It was a team that came up with the idea to put a child hooked up to a lie detector on live radio. It was a mother who put her daughter on the show, knowing about the rape. It was Kyle who responded inappropriately seconds after hearing that a child had been raped.
Granted, a better man may have responded far better in the situation. But it seems to me that there's a whole team of people, not to mention an abominable excuse for a mother, who should also be facing the wrath of an extensive media frenzy. Keep in mind that i'm no great fan of Kyle Sandiland. He's rude and has a host of other poor qualities. However, in this situation, i'm really not sure he's the only one to blame... is this inappropriate reaction really worth ruining his career?
Just something to think about.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
So we're headed into week two and i already have hundreds of pages to read. This week i've been under the weather and have slept most of the time, which has been fairly detrimental to my readings... at least i can feel slightly better due to the fact that i've been out of it and it's not just me being a slacker. Still, i do feel unsettled being only a week in and not being on top of things. Usually i like to leave it until at least week four or so before i'm behind in my readings. Blargh.
It feels like it's been a really long week. There are some things that have really got my hackles up this week and i've been pretty annoyed about that. Then again, there are some things that have been really good, so i suppose everything has balanced out ok. Even so, i'm fairly flat this weekend, and am already looking forward to the next weekend! Or at least wednesday, because that's my day off uni, woo!
I had lots of birthday celebrations with Loz this week for her 20th. We had lots of coffee and spent friday night at a Mongolian restaurant with some of her uni mates, whicch was pretty good un. I don't know them all that well, but they're always nice to me so that was good, even though i was a tad on the outer. Still, no huge disasters. And i got to wear my awesome pink shiny shoes for the first time - i love them!! I had to bail on her drinks night last night though, because by the time i'd finished taking the kids working i was shattered and had to come home and study/sleep.
This week i have a few lunch dates and catch ups to look forward to, and i plan to at least be on top of my psychology readings if nothing else (seeing as that was the subject in which i did worst by far last semester - though my law subjects aren't looking all that easy either!). Of course, i have plenty to do at work, too! The next kids club is coming up in less than two months! I have no idea how the terms go so quickly these days, it's nuts.
More good news - it looks like i'm going to europe in the summer, woo! Just for a few weeks, to see Spain, Scotland, Ireland and London... i'm pretty excited! I love to travel and i love europe and it's going to be great, woo!!!
Ok, i'm off to work to study. Hopefully the peace and quiet will be condusive to my studying habits!
It feels like it's been a really long week. There are some things that have really got my hackles up this week and i've been pretty annoyed about that. Then again, there are some things that have been really good, so i suppose everything has balanced out ok. Even so, i'm fairly flat this weekend, and am already looking forward to the next weekend! Or at least wednesday, because that's my day off uni, woo!
I had lots of birthday celebrations with Loz this week for her 20th. We had lots of coffee and spent friday night at a Mongolian restaurant with some of her uni mates, whicch was pretty good un. I don't know them all that well, but they're always nice to me so that was good, even though i was a tad on the outer. Still, no huge disasters. And i got to wear my awesome pink shiny shoes for the first time - i love them!! I had to bail on her drinks night last night though, because by the time i'd finished taking the kids working i was shattered and had to come home and study/sleep.
This week i have a few lunch dates and catch ups to look forward to, and i plan to at least be on top of my psychology readings if nothing else (seeing as that was the subject in which i did worst by far last semester - though my law subjects aren't looking all that easy either!). Of course, i have plenty to do at work, too! The next kids club is coming up in less than two months! I have no idea how the terms go so quickly these days, it's nuts.
More good news - it looks like i'm going to europe in the summer, woo! Just for a few weeks, to see Spain, Scotland, Ireland and London... i'm pretty excited! I love to travel and i love europe and it's going to be great, woo!!!
Ok, i'm off to work to study. Hopefully the peace and quiet will be condusive to my studying habits!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Double Standards Have Me Seeing Red
I HATE double standards. In this particular instance, i'm infuriated, because it effects something that is very important to me. You see, there's something that i've always been told that i'm not allowed to do. However, someone else who's in the same situation as me has just been told that it's ok for them to do it. Exact same situation, but i've always been told no and he's been told yes. You see, he never got the lectures about how it wasn't ok. So he went ahead, told some people, had some conversations and got the go ahead. I, however, was always under the impression that there would be serious repercussions should i press ahead. Therefore, there was no going ahead, telling some people, having conversations... due to the fear of the serious repercussions.
I'm rather incensed at this moment. To think of all the trouble that it's caused me, as i've tried to avoid these serious repercussions... where as this other guy, who's avoided all of the lectures in the past, just gets to do things as he likes.
Now, i'm not saying that people have purposely decided to disadvantage me. But that's the way it's turned out, due to the fact that people always seem to have double standards when it comes to me and expect me to hold myself to a higher standard. Tomorrow, some heads will roll. Well, i'm not really a hugely violent person... so it's less likely that heads will roll and more likely that conversations will be had. I damn well better get my point across, because this is 100% not ok with me and i don't want it to be one of those times that my message gets lost in translation.
Hopefully all goes well and by tomorrow night my life will be a hell of a lot easier. Of course, my life never goes that smoothly, so we'll just have to wait and see... wish me luck.
I'm rather incensed at this moment. To think of all the trouble that it's caused me, as i've tried to avoid these serious repercussions... where as this other guy, who's avoided all of the lectures in the past, just gets to do things as he likes.
Now, i'm not saying that people have purposely decided to disadvantage me. But that's the way it's turned out, due to the fact that people always seem to have double standards when it comes to me and expect me to hold myself to a higher standard. Tomorrow, some heads will roll. Well, i'm not really a hugely violent person... so it's less likely that heads will roll and more likely that conversations will be had. I damn well better get my point across, because this is 100% not ok with me and i don't want it to be one of those times that my message gets lost in translation.
Hopefully all goes well and by tomorrow night my life will be a hell of a lot easier. Of course, my life never goes that smoothly, so we'll just have to wait and see... wish me luck.
Monday, July 27, 2009
And So It Begins (Again)...
Semester two has officially begun. I thought i didn't start until eleven, but checked my timetable last night and was distressed to learn that i actually had my first lecture at 9am. Disgustingly foul way to start a monday... but hey.
I managed to actually get to class on time! A huge feat considering how zonked out i am in the mornings and the fact that my contacts weren't right and i couldn't see properly until i'd changed them (i'll admit to a freak out over the fact that my vision was blurry, i can't stand not being able to see properly! it's so frustrating...). I had a two hour Law and Medicine lecture in which i absorbed very little, and i suspect that to always be the case at such a ridiculous hour of the morning. Lots of friends in that class though, so not all is lost.
After that was two hours of Corporate Law and Drafting. More joy. Especially considering that the woman spent over an hour reading aloud from our topic guide. Completely unnecessary. However, it seems that the first part of the topic won't kill me, as it's stuff that i learnt in accounting in year 12, regarding legal entities. Woo! So i felt smart. Basically El and i just sat around chatting up the back. Very productive, very mature...
The day wasn't all that bad. I mean, i like learning... i just don't like putting in a huge effort, haha. But, i drank a large coffee today, AND bought my Law School hoodie!! I'm loving it to pieces. It's gray and awesome and makes me feel smart (yes, i'm a bit of a law school snob, i like it because not just everyone has one) and it's super comfy! And i hung out with a mate this arvo, which always makes me cheery.
I even got a little bit of study done tonight, and plan to do a little more, so i'm happy enough with how the term has started. If only i could keep it up for a little longer. The plan is to not get too behind until about week five. That's the plan at least... always important to have a plan!!
I managed to actually get to class on time! A huge feat considering how zonked out i am in the mornings and the fact that my contacts weren't right and i couldn't see properly until i'd changed them (i'll admit to a freak out over the fact that my vision was blurry, i can't stand not being able to see properly! it's so frustrating...). I had a two hour Law and Medicine lecture in which i absorbed very little, and i suspect that to always be the case at such a ridiculous hour of the morning. Lots of friends in that class though, so not all is lost.
After that was two hours of Corporate Law and Drafting. More joy. Especially considering that the woman spent over an hour reading aloud from our topic guide. Completely unnecessary. However, it seems that the first part of the topic won't kill me, as it's stuff that i learnt in accounting in year 12, regarding legal entities. Woo! So i felt smart. Basically El and i just sat around chatting up the back. Very productive, very mature...
The day wasn't all that bad. I mean, i like learning... i just don't like putting in a huge effort, haha. But, i drank a large coffee today, AND bought my Law School hoodie!! I'm loving it to pieces. It's gray and awesome and makes me feel smart (yes, i'm a bit of a law school snob, i like it because not just everyone has one) and it's super comfy! And i hung out with a mate this arvo, which always makes me cheery.
I even got a little bit of study done tonight, and plan to do a little more, so i'm happy enough with how the term has started. If only i could keep it up for a little longer. The plan is to not get too behind until about week five. That's the plan at least... always important to have a plan!!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Wearing My Annoyed Face
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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Craaaaaap....
Ok, so i realise that i've spent far more money than i usually would in the last few weeks. At first, i had my little shopping spree when i got my tax return. Spent lots of money. But i had some to spare, so all was well. Over the next week, i fell into a very dangerous trap. The trap of believing that you have more money than you actually do. This belief means that i've been walking into shops and saying 'well, i wouldn't normally, but i have some money to spare, so i suppose i can splurge...'. Unfortunately, i just checked my bank balance. It has become apparent that i most definitely could not afford to splurge in the degree that i did. A large chunk of my savings (meagre as they were and only just reaching a point that i deemed acceptable) is gone. I'm rather devestated. I like to have a nice buffer in my savings account that is no longer available. Granted, i'll get paid at work and get some monet from the rentals in the next month... but that period in between where i have very little in my account makes me very uneasy. I suspect it has something to do with my lovely obesessive compulsive tendencies that make me desperate to have things in otder. Gah, this is going to drive me insane and leave me very ill at ease. Bring on the next paycheck.
To add stress to stress, i had about four hours of meetings today, which led to my biting my fingernails. Their situation isn't dire, but they're quite a lot shorter than they were earlier. Which is distressing, because they were so lovely and long! I saw it coming, of course, but was hoping i could stave it off... apparently not. Grr for short nails. I'll have to paint them again and go back to square one in the growing process.
My OCD is not at all at ease this week. GAH! Huge amounts of frustration. HUGE.
To add stress to stress, i had about four hours of meetings today, which led to my biting my fingernails. Their situation isn't dire, but they're quite a lot shorter than they were earlier. Which is distressing, because they were so lovely and long! I saw it coming, of course, but was hoping i could stave it off... apparently not. Grr for short nails. I'll have to paint them again and go back to square one in the growing process.
My OCD is not at all at ease this week. GAH! Huge amounts of frustration. HUGE.
I spent a bajillion dollars on useless uni books today. Depressing way to spend money... Ouch. Having seen the enormous books, i'm not looking forward to next semester!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The End Is Nigh...
Holidays are almost over! I'm trying to cram as much into the last few days as possible... I had coffee with TheLibrarian and Loz today, and have been hanging out with English. I've read some books, played lots of gameboy, relaxed... i've also spent way too much money!! Clothes, books, games for my gameboy... i cannot spend anything more! I've got to go back to my thrifty ways or else i'll be in a pickle! Ok, i just burnt cds for my car, tried and failed to load Sims games onto my computer and spilt an enormous cup of tea over my window seat that will no doubt stain... i think it's time to go read and play some more Super Mario. Night!
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