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!
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