Is it strange, the way I enjoy a night out? Boring, maybe, but strange?
I went to the Cambridge with Mike and Trent tonight. There were two djs who were playing such an awesome set. I was completely, completely content to just sit and listen to the rad music that was playing, nodding my head and feeling the beats.
And perhaps checking out some of the extremely attractive males that seem to gravitate toward that place.
Not checking out the drunken woman who gave me a lap dance while sucking on her finger. That experience is best left behind.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Well-deserved scoffs.
I started my commitment to getting fit last night. Well no. My commitment is to getting fitTER than my current state. I suppose as a teacher I should be utilising my own zone of proximal development and encouraging my new found health goals to their maximum but dude -- I am lazy! My sole motivation is that my new job is as 'sports coordinator' or whatever. I'm expected to run around with dozens of kids for a couple hours on end.
*sigh*
Anybody who knows me has scoffed as soon as I have told them this. And the scoff is well-deserved, trust me! So raising my fitness level seemed logical enough. I jogged. At 11PM. around a four-block radius. It took the length of one of my new free mp3s. So, about three minutes 45 seconds. It almost killed me. So here's to making that length longer and sticking to my goals!
*sigh*
Anybody who knows me has scoffed as soon as I have told them this. And the scoff is well-deserved, trust me! So raising my fitness level seemed logical enough. I jogged. At 11PM. around a four-block radius. It took the length of one of my new free mp3s. So, about three minutes 45 seconds. It almost killed me. So here's to making that length longer and sticking to my goals!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday in summmmmmmmary, innit?
Yesterday was nuts, man. One of those days where everything happens at once and it's impossible to process until you've stopped to think about it. So here goes.
I had my final formal 1004 lecture. It was on the globalisation of education. Which was boring but I'm thinking I might have to do that for my final exam. It's more favourable than national curriculum and streaming, right? *sigh* Why choose those three things for us to have to do our exam on? They're ghey, soso convoluted and will require me to do FAR more research than my lazy self feels comfortable doing! Anyway, it wasn't too bad, I suppose.
Kylie talked me into attending a mindful meditation session after the lecture. Hotdamn, that was an interesting experience. As it turns out, I'm not so good at it. The first part was okay. I had to take a sultana and 'experience it completely'. Looking at it, feeling it, tasting it. Who woulda thunk the proper way to enjoy a sultana is to take five minutes to eat the one? I don't even eat sultanas. But no, I get the point. I do need to slow down and enjoy things for what they are. It's something that's been on my mind for a while, this just reinforced it... new goal! But then came the meditation. The idea was to concentrate on the air flowing into your nose and back out. For forty minutes or so. Dude, my mind is so insane. Some of the things that were going through my mind when I was trying to concentrate... I'm now a little worried that I'm ten percent schizophrenic. I remember unconsciously constructing an adventure for the Batman. And other little stories that didn't involve me but had people I'd made up on the spot. They were weird and bizarre and yes, I am slightly insane, apparently. Maybe I just need more practice. A lot of it. It's a five-week course though, so I have four more weeks to perfect it! ...
Lunch with Carolyn reminded me why I don't like straight men as a rule. They're worse than the homosexuals. Overpowering, domineering motherfuckers who think they can bust on in anywhere they like and take what they like. Yes, I'm generalising completely (avoiding this is supposed to be one of new goals) but I tend to do that when pissy. I really do hope things work out okay for her.
I went to my job interview pretty much straight after that. I was wayyyy more nervous than I expected to be, hey. I'd talked myself up as awesome and was completely believing it -- I started shitting myself in the actual interview. They asked the evil question: "what special skills do you believe you can bring to this oosh?" I have no answer for that question, man. Honestly, I hate it. BUT. I got the job. They asked if I wanted to stay and work, to which I agreed, thinking it was more of a trial orientation period. But nope, I was on the books and all. I worked! I feel like a productive member of society now.
Alas, the good had to be balanced out at some point. I am a big believer in universal balance. If too much good happens, it's inevitable that something bad's gonna happen to smooth everything over. So I broke down on my way home. My stupid car just decided to shit itself at the most inconvenient place possible, where I had no way to get off the road. Eventually, I managed to get it off the road. Meanwhile, the other drivers thought it would be really helpful to be cockrashes and beep their horns and shit at me. Guess what? Not helpful in the slightest. I have all of your number plates committed to memory. Expect retribution, motherfuckers.
I chilled out all that stress with a visit to the beach though. Corey was being all make-me-a-supermodel in the waves. We considered making a calendar for Kris but didn't have a camera. That would have made a rad Christmas present, I feel. To complete the experience, there were even fish and chips for dinner. Could we be any more Australian, honestly? I'd almost be proud if I didn't think Australians tend to be racist pricks with an over-inflated sense of their own deluded culture. =)
I saw lots of people jogging. Apparently, it's the cool new thing to do. I need to utilise wikipedia to find out how to join this new fad. Did I mention that my new job is as a sports coordinator? Yes, feel free to laugh your arse off, I am well aware that I am one of the least sporty people I have ever met. But this, in combination with Mitch joining in with this new fad, has inspired me to get a little more fit. I read online that the fitness centre behind my house does squash and yoga and stuff, so I'm going to duck around tomorrow and see what they can say to convince me to do take part in this.
So that was my day. I feel like it's much more organised in my head now, rad. Now to face today: cleaning for an inspection, catching up on uni work (kind of a bad time to start falling behind...) and trivia! Trivia with free nachos!
I had my final formal 1004 lecture. It was on the globalisation of education. Which was boring but I'm thinking I might have to do that for my final exam. It's more favourable than national curriculum and streaming, right? *sigh* Why choose those three things for us to have to do our exam on? They're ghey, soso convoluted and will require me to do FAR more research than my lazy self feels comfortable doing! Anyway, it wasn't too bad, I suppose.
Kylie talked me into attending a mindful meditation session after the lecture. Hotdamn, that was an interesting experience. As it turns out, I'm not so good at it. The first part was okay. I had to take a sultana and 'experience it completely'. Looking at it, feeling it, tasting it. Who woulda thunk the proper way to enjoy a sultana is to take five minutes to eat the one? I don't even eat sultanas. But no, I get the point. I do need to slow down and enjoy things for what they are. It's something that's been on my mind for a while, this just reinforced it... new goal! But then came the meditation. The idea was to concentrate on the air flowing into your nose and back out. For forty minutes or so. Dude, my mind is so insane. Some of the things that were going through my mind when I was trying to concentrate... I'm now a little worried that I'm ten percent schizophrenic. I remember unconsciously constructing an adventure for the Batman. And other little stories that didn't involve me but had people I'd made up on the spot. They were weird and bizarre and yes, I am slightly insane, apparently. Maybe I just need more practice. A lot of it. It's a five-week course though, so I have four more weeks to perfect it! ...
Lunch with Carolyn reminded me why I don't like straight men as a rule. They're worse than the homosexuals. Overpowering, domineering motherfuckers who think they can bust on in anywhere they like and take what they like. Yes, I'm generalising completely (avoiding this is supposed to be one of new goals) but I tend to do that when pissy. I really do hope things work out okay for her.
I went to my job interview pretty much straight after that. I was wayyyy more nervous than I expected to be, hey. I'd talked myself up as awesome and was completely believing it -- I started shitting myself in the actual interview. They asked the evil question: "what special skills do you believe you can bring to this oosh?" I have no answer for that question, man. Honestly, I hate it. BUT. I got the job. They asked if I wanted to stay and work, to which I agreed, thinking it was more of a trial orientation period. But nope, I was on the books and all. I worked! I feel like a productive member of society now.
Alas, the good had to be balanced out at some point. I am a big believer in universal balance. If too much good happens, it's inevitable that something bad's gonna happen to smooth everything over. So I broke down on my way home. My stupid car just decided to shit itself at the most inconvenient place possible, where I had no way to get off the road. Eventually, I managed to get it off the road. Meanwhile, the other drivers thought it would be really helpful to be cockrashes and beep their horns and shit at me. Guess what? Not helpful in the slightest. I have all of your number plates committed to memory. Expect retribution, motherfuckers.
I chilled out all that stress with a visit to the beach though. Corey was being all make-me-a-supermodel in the waves. We considered making a calendar for Kris but didn't have a camera. That would have made a rad Christmas present, I feel. To complete the experience, there were even fish and chips for dinner. Could we be any more Australian, honestly? I'd almost be proud if I didn't think Australians tend to be racist pricks with an over-inflated sense of their own deluded culture. =)
I saw lots of people jogging. Apparently, it's the cool new thing to do. I need to utilise wikipedia to find out how to join this new fad. Did I mention that my new job is as a sports coordinator? Yes, feel free to laugh your arse off, I am well aware that I am one of the least sporty people I have ever met. But this, in combination with Mitch joining in with this new fad, has inspired me to get a little more fit. I read online that the fitness centre behind my house does squash and yoga and stuff, so I'm going to duck around tomorrow and see what they can say to convince me to do take part in this.
So that was my day. I feel like it's much more organised in my head now, rad. Now to face today: cleaning for an inspection, catching up on uni work (kind of a bad time to start falling behind...) and trivia! Trivia with free nachos!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Karaoke Queens. Also Leesh and Sarah.
I got a job. A fo' real job with monies and all. I'd be more excited (because really, it's a flippin' rad oosh) but I'm buggered. Also, I have an inspection tomorrow that I must clean my house in preparation for. I just needed to stick this awesome video on my blog so that I can look at it over and over because it is the definition of awesome.
<3 to grandma
How much do I love my grandma? I hung out with her today. She took me shopping. Reject Shop and Aldis only. Apparently, shopping anywhere else is blasphemous to the bank account! So she buys me shiteloads of cheap food and stuff. Including tongs. It was pretty damn rad of her, I must say. Okay, so the moneys came from my mumma. Which I heart her for too, that woman is a lifesaver. I have not really been able to afford food of late. Thank the gods for Mike saving my grumbly belly.
The topic of some photos from her recent trip to Fiji came up. She was referring to a photo of herself, Laurel and Dee getting massages with apparently nothing but white towels draped over them. Her reaction upon seeing the photos? And I quote: "Wholey shit, talk about beached whales! Ohhh shit!" Don't get me wrong, my grandma isn't some foul-mouthed lady, that's what makes her reaction so damned funny. Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps she's just plain rad.
Dee made me eat about forty sausage sandwiches, goddamn. And she told me that if she found out I wasn't eating properly again and wasn't going to her place for food, I wouldn't have to worry about having pretty straight teeth 'cos she'd knock my teeth out. Jesu, woman. Say what you mean next time.
The moral of the story is that I tend to neglect my family. Mostly, they're such awesome people. And they look after me way more than I deserve.
So my cupboard is full and my heart is filled with grandma-shaped love. The mood is perfect for glowing with contentment.
The topic of some photos from her recent trip to Fiji came up. She was referring to a photo of herself, Laurel and Dee getting massages with apparently nothing but white towels draped over them. Her reaction upon seeing the photos? And I quote: "Wholey shit, talk about beached whales! Ohhh shit!" Don't get me wrong, my grandma isn't some foul-mouthed lady, that's what makes her reaction so damned funny. Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps she's just plain rad.
Dee made me eat about forty sausage sandwiches, goddamn. And she told me that if she found out I wasn't eating properly again and wasn't going to her place for food, I wouldn't have to worry about having pretty straight teeth 'cos she'd knock my teeth out. Jesu, woman. Say what you mean next time.
The moral of the story is that I tend to neglect my family. Mostly, they're such awesome people. And they look after me way more than I deserve.
So my cupboard is full and my heart is filled with grandma-shaped love. The mood is perfect for glowing with contentment.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
We love music.
I saw Annie for the first time in about a month and a half last night, it was fantastic. I sometime begin to forget just how much I love her until I see her. And her stories are soso awesome. Those who know the story will agree.
So yes, last night was expensive ice cream and coffee with the Parkhillians. Again, I love them oh-so-much.
But oh! Lisa Mitchell was performing up the road. For $12 a ticket! And nobody would pay the moneys to go see her! And they were my lifts home! Dicks! My future wife was metres from me and I couldn't see her. :(
Speaking of awesome music though, I have some great points to make.
i) Once I put some clothes on, I'm heading over to JB to grab Kate Miller-Heidke's latest album. It's gonna rock some major socks, I can tell. I was gonna just get it on iTunes but Dean convinced me that a hard copy of those special albums is so much better. Also, I've gone over my download limit so it'd take like an hour to download.
ii) I'm buying my Bitter & Twisted tickets today. Everyone has said how awesome it'll be and how they'll all be there etc but I kinda get the feeling I'll be the only one who actually goes. Well, me and Michael cos I'm buying his ticket to ensure he turns up.
iii) Fotsun! How awesome does it look? But for $95 a ticket? Okay, hell yes, I'd still pay that. but I don't really know anyone else willing to pay that much for bands they don't know. Damn, dude, I reallyreallyreally need to get myself some friends who have more similar music tastes to me. I don't particularly wanna go to my first festival all by myself.
iv) I'm not going to Fat As Butter anymore. Much as I'd love to, the tickets have gone up to like $86 or something. Again, totally worth it but not when everybody else is bitching that the price is too high. *le sigh*
v) Beach Party at the Uni! A couple decent bands seem to be going there so I guess that'll be my consolation prize. I'm sure I could convince a couple people to go to that one. Maybe. Argh.
I love my music so much. Why don't my awesome friends?? lol
Aight, I suppose I'm off to buy myself some awesome music. After I dress. Probably.
So yes, last night was expensive ice cream and coffee with the Parkhillians. Again, I love them oh-so-much.
But oh! Lisa Mitchell was performing up the road. For $12 a ticket! And nobody would pay the moneys to go see her! And they were my lifts home! Dicks! My future wife was metres from me and I couldn't see her. :(
Speaking of awesome music though, I have some great points to make.
i) Once I put some clothes on, I'm heading over to JB to grab Kate Miller-Heidke's latest album. It's gonna rock some major socks, I can tell. I was gonna just get it on iTunes but Dean convinced me that a hard copy of those special albums is so much better. Also, I've gone over my download limit so it'd take like an hour to download.
ii) I'm buying my Bitter & Twisted tickets today. Everyone has said how awesome it'll be and how they'll all be there etc but I kinda get the feeling I'll be the only one who actually goes. Well, me and Michael cos I'm buying his ticket to ensure he turns up.
iii) Fotsun! How awesome does it look? But for $95 a ticket? Okay, hell yes, I'd still pay that. but I don't really know anyone else willing to pay that much for bands they don't know. Damn, dude, I reallyreallyreally need to get myself some friends who have more similar music tastes to me. I don't particularly wanna go to my first festival all by myself.
iv) I'm not going to Fat As Butter anymore. Much as I'd love to, the tickets have gone up to like $86 or something. Again, totally worth it but not when everybody else is bitching that the price is too high. *le sigh*
v) Beach Party at the Uni! A couple decent bands seem to be going there so I guess that'll be my consolation prize. I'm sure I could convince a couple people to go to that one. Maybe. Argh.
I love my music so much. Why don't my awesome friends?? lol
Aight, I suppose I'm off to buy myself some awesome music. After I dress. Probably.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
...volunteering...
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I was on observation at the school today and the teacher reminds us for the umpteenth time that we're welcome to volunteer at any time if we like. So I do, 'cos theoretically it's a good idea to get as much classroom experience as possible.
The teacher has put me with 'Jay'.
Just to paint a picture: Jay got the shits today in class because the kid next to him was touchng his feet with his own. Jay starts going off about it and the teacher replies with, "Jay, you might not notice if you had your shoes on." In response, Jay goes nuts! He starts chucking his shit around the classroom. When this doesn't get a reaction, he starts chucking other kids shit off the tables. When that doesn't get a response either, his chair starts flying around! So he's sent to the office.
So I'm working with Jay for two hours tomorrow. I've never really had much to do with him. He's a blokey kid and mostly bonded with 'Ricky Bobby'. So it'll be an interesting morning, to say the least.
P.S. Mike isn't answering my messages. He's gone to Sydney to meet some guy off the internets. I'ma call him first thing in the morning though cos bitch does not ignore me and make me stress that he's been all murdered and shit.
I was on observation at the school today and the teacher reminds us for the umpteenth time that we're welcome to volunteer at any time if we like. So I do, 'cos theoretically it's a good idea to get as much classroom experience as possible.
The teacher has put me with 'Jay'.
Just to paint a picture: Jay got the shits today in class because the kid next to him was touchng his feet with his own. Jay starts going off about it and the teacher replies with, "Jay, you might not notice if you had your shoes on." In response, Jay goes nuts! He starts chucking his shit around the classroom. When this doesn't get a reaction, he starts chucking other kids shit off the tables. When that doesn't get a response either, his chair starts flying around! So he's sent to the office.
So I'm working with Jay for two hours tomorrow. I've never really had much to do with him. He's a blokey kid and mostly bonded with 'Ricky Bobby'. So it'll be an interesting morning, to say the least.
P.S. Mike isn't answering my messages. He's gone to Sydney to meet some guy off the internets. I'ma call him first thing in the morning though cos bitch does not ignore me and make me stress that he's been all murdered and shit.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tute cancelled! Hence blogging.
My tute got cancelled! Jenny's sick. So my massive Wednesday has turned into a somewhat smaller-sized Wednesday. This means I'm off 'til five. Wholey moley.
Yesterdays math test sucked fewer balls than I thought it would. I mean, pretty sure I still failed but it's not like they're counting for anything by this stage. I'm just gonna need to study my arse off for the final.
I just saw someone that makes me angry at Borders. Ugh. I get so angry just seeing his stupid face! That happens with nobody but my father, so it says a lot about how much he's impacted me. And he was up there laughing with Ben, being a twat. I do like Ben. I licked his girlfriends arm twice last night and he just laughed. How nice of him.
Why was I at Borders? I bought my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. That's right, I'm actually going to read the book for the book club this month. Yay me. And it actually seems like a really interesting book, so that's a plus. It has a blank white slate as the cover so you can draw your own. What an interesting concept.
I'm going to go nap like a nanna. Or a cat. Or a nannas cat. Or a cat nanna. My nanna doesn't like cats...
Yesterdays math test sucked fewer balls than I thought it would. I mean, pretty sure I still failed but it's not like they're counting for anything by this stage. I'm just gonna need to study my arse off for the final.
I just saw someone that makes me angry at Borders. Ugh. I get so angry just seeing his stupid face! That happens with nobody but my father, so it says a lot about how much he's impacted me. And he was up there laughing with Ben, being a twat. I do like Ben. I licked his girlfriends arm twice last night and he just laughed. How nice of him.
Why was I at Borders? I bought my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. That's right, I'm actually going to read the book for the book club this month. Yay me. And it actually seems like a really interesting book, so that's a plus. It has a blank white slate as the cover so you can draw your own. What an interesting concept.
I'm going to go nap like a nanna. Or a cat. Or a nannas cat. Or a cat nanna. My nanna doesn't like cats...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Math sucks massive balls.
I have a math test in an hour. Ugh. I'm so fucking over maths, man. Three more weeks, dude, three more weeks... on the plus side, they finally managed to get around to posting my grades on Blackboard. I'm passing. Very very barely (55%) but hey! This is one of those times where Ps does indeed mean degree.
I'm so cut up about the next month. Some of my really good friends are finishing their degrees and going off to be doctors and whatnot. Meaning they're scattering to places I'll hardly ever see them. The time is now to undertake as much quality bonding as possible... if I didn't have masses of assignments and exams to do myself. Trent is taking off to the fucking UK! What a wench. And this whole thing with Leesh and Bennnnnnnn. Heartbreaking, right? I just wanna scoop her up and hug her. The way fate takes these stupid twists and turns can be so cruel. They genuinely seem happy... but as she says, she's going to be a doctor in a couple of months, in another city... at least they're approaching it realistically, I guess that's something... doesn't make it much better though.
On the bright side, I'm gonna stitch up some socktopi for these people. If I can find the time. It'll be a little somethin' somethin' to remember us all by. Something lame, but something nonetheless.
Ugh, I didn't study enough. I suppose I could have been squeezing in some much-needed last minute study just now... but nope, I blogged instead. I am tre awesome.
Back to Uni. Pity me!
I'm so cut up about the next month. Some of my really good friends are finishing their degrees and going off to be doctors and whatnot. Meaning they're scattering to places I'll hardly ever see them. The time is now to undertake as much quality bonding as possible... if I didn't have masses of assignments and exams to do myself. Trent is taking off to the fucking UK! What a wench. And this whole thing with Leesh and Bennnnnnnn. Heartbreaking, right? I just wanna scoop her up and hug her. The way fate takes these stupid twists and turns can be so cruel. They genuinely seem happy... but as she says, she's going to be a doctor in a couple of months, in another city... at least they're approaching it realistically, I guess that's something... doesn't make it much better though.
On the bright side, I'm gonna stitch up some socktopi for these people. If I can find the time. It'll be a little somethin' somethin' to remember us all by. Something lame, but something nonetheless.
Ugh, I didn't study enough. I suppose I could have been squeezing in some much-needed last minute study just now... but nope, I blogged instead. I am tre awesome.
Back to Uni. Pity me!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Friends, family and apples.
I have some awesome friends, dude. These people have the ability to improve any situation. Hanging out with them Sunday evening managed to make up for the whole suckiness of the holidays. With one evening! When combined with trivia tomorrow, I am reminded that I love them so much. *sigh*
So I live with my cousin and she's broken up with her psycho ex-fiance. Again. And she's gone to her mums for the night because there's a risk he might bust on in and smash up the house. The house in which I live and am currently in all alone. Yay.
I feel like an apple.
So I live with my cousin and she's broken up with her psycho ex-fiance. Again. And she's gone to her mums for the night because there's a risk he might bust on in and smash up the house. The house in which I live and am currently in all alone. Yay.
I feel like an apple.
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