Friday's are supposed to be the day I use to catch up on the week's uni stuff. I don't think I've actually done that all semester, bar the times assignments are due that day and I've left them until the last minute.
To be fair, I do still have a week to complete this one. But being timely involves making sure I have room to study for my first exam (which is in 11 days! Eeek!). I'm sure I'll manage. I'll just do it in the worst possible way.
In other news, I'm going to a rodeo tonight. Yup, not at all sure how that managed to happen but here we are. It's actually going to be an alright night, I reckon. I'm getting picked up from work and chauffeured to dinner and then onto the rodeo. Followed by coffee on the beach, yupyup. That's my plan anyway. Here's hoping we don't get rained out or I'm going to be pissed.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Newfound patriotism.
I've always been somewhat ashamed of being an Australian. Now I know that's a harsh thing to say and many senior citizens would want to chase me down on their motorised scooters and beat me sensless with walking canes for making such a statement but thems the facts. As far as I was concerned, I had no reason to be proud to be Australian -- wars were senseless to me, I always saw our colonisation as more of an invasion and I thought our country was packed to the rafters with bogans.
Now, while I still think a lot of these things, my perceptions have somewhat... shifted.
The last six months have taught me a lot. Like how logistically our country could not have been a simple dumping ground for convicts. Like how there's no evidence that the Darwin bombing were never an intended invasion as everybody seems to think. All of this has come from studying history and it's actually made me realise how important our nations history is and why I should be at least a little proud. A little understanding goes a long way, huh?
Now, while I still think a lot of these things, my perceptions have somewhat... shifted.
The last six months have taught me a lot. Like how logistically our country could not have been a simple dumping ground for convicts. Like how there's no evidence that the Darwin bombing were never an intended invasion as everybody seems to think. All of this has come from studying history and it's actually made me realise how important our nations history is and why I should be at least a little proud. A little understanding goes a long way, huh?
This weather is intensely shit.
It really brings a guy down, being surrounded by dismal and depressing grey clouds. I much prefer summer, I have decided. That's right, after 22 years of thinking I was a winter person (winter has jumpers, scarves and snuggling -- what's not to love?) I now discover that I am actually a beach-lover. My fear of melanoma and sunburn has evaporated in the rays of sunshine and left a different Beau behind -- hence the reason I am escaping this shitty winter and visiting the much more tropical regions of the world.
Which brings me to the point of my post. The formal identification of Beau. For twenty-two years, I've been somewhat of an odd child. I'm sure I've made mention before this theory before: that I'm somewhat of a social chameleon, changing my personality from hour to hour depending on my company. It's always made be a bit uncomfortable to acknowledge the fact but never enough to do anything about changing it.
Turns out that bit happens on its own.
Yup, this post is another about me. Some people use blogs as their own personal Facebooks with the intention of gaining readers and feedback; some record amusing anecdotes of their day; some use it to document their daily adventures; me? I talk about myself. Move on if that doesn't interest you. =)
So as I approach the wise old age of 23, I find myself developing a bit more concrete views of myself and I think I owe it to the last year, to my relocation to Newcastle which forced a lot of growing up.
I used to live with my sister and treated her as a mum. She did the shopping, she cleaned and she cooked. Good practice for her impending second child, to look at it in a positive light. I relied wayyyy to much on everyone else. Then I moved to Newcastle. I took that first step and started looking after myself and being responsible wholly and solely for myself. But still I relied so heavily on other people. It's a bad habit and I've got to get out of it. I've never had to rely on myself but that's not going to last forever -- so that's my new goal: become more self-sufficient!
It's so cliched to claim that I've had some sort of life-changing experience that has made me into some sort of whole new person and that's not the case I'm trying to make -- or at least, not what I'm aiming for. It's just a reassessment of the things floating through my mind on this dreary day where there's little else to do but reflect.
Uni has been the main factor is all of this, I think. And my relationships with the people I've come to really care about. I've been wrapped up in my relationship with Marcus that I've managed to neglect not only my friends but myself, too. I've gotten so wrapped up in being Beau+Mark that I've forgotten about plain ol' Beau. I've changed a lot of myself and I'm not really a fan of some parts of person I've become. Which again, is kind of a good thing. I realise now the parts of me that I like/liked and know what parts of me I now see as Actual Me rather than Chameleon me.
Young Adult psychological moratorium. Erikson would be so proud.
Which brings me to the point of my post. The formal identification of Beau. For twenty-two years, I've been somewhat of an odd child. I'm sure I've made mention before this theory before: that I'm somewhat of a social chameleon, changing my personality from hour to hour depending on my company. It's always made be a bit uncomfortable to acknowledge the fact but never enough to do anything about changing it.
Turns out that bit happens on its own.
Yup, this post is another about me. Some people use blogs as their own personal Facebooks with the intention of gaining readers and feedback; some record amusing anecdotes of their day; some use it to document their daily adventures; me? I talk about myself. Move on if that doesn't interest you. =)
So as I approach the wise old age of 23, I find myself developing a bit more concrete views of myself and I think I owe it to the last year, to my relocation to Newcastle which forced a lot of growing up.
I used to live with my sister and treated her as a mum. She did the shopping, she cleaned and she cooked. Good practice for her impending second child, to look at it in a positive light. I relied wayyyy to much on everyone else. Then I moved to Newcastle. I took that first step and started looking after myself and being responsible wholly and solely for myself. But still I relied so heavily on other people. It's a bad habit and I've got to get out of it. I've never had to rely on myself but that's not going to last forever -- so that's my new goal: become more self-sufficient!
It's so cliched to claim that I've had some sort of life-changing experience that has made me into some sort of whole new person and that's not the case I'm trying to make -- or at least, not what I'm aiming for. It's just a reassessment of the things floating through my mind on this dreary day where there's little else to do but reflect.
Uni has been the main factor is all of this, I think. And my relationships with the people I've come to really care about. I've been wrapped up in my relationship with Marcus that I've managed to neglect not only my friends but myself, too. I've gotten so wrapped up in being Beau+Mark that I've forgotten about plain ol' Beau. I've changed a lot of myself and I'm not really a fan of some parts of person I've become. Which again, is kind of a good thing. I realise now the parts of me that I like/liked and know what parts of me I now see as Actual Me rather than Chameleon me.
Young Adult psychological moratorium. Erikson would be so proud.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
No time for Beau!
So it turns out that annoying people are right when they say stupid things like, "there just aren't enough hours in the day."
My blog has been abandoned of late. But man, it's because I barely have time to scratch my own arse, let along type about how good it felt and what I was thinking when I was doing it.
Uni has been taking up 80% of my time. And I'm not even an over-achiever! I would say "I don't know how the over-achievers do it" except that I've spent countless hours learning about how epistemological beliefs affect self-efficacy and your overall metacognitive skills... so they're just better organised. I suck at learning and so it's a lot more effort for me! Things are building to a crescendo at the moment, what with only four and a half weeks remaining of term. Only two more online exams, three more essays, an in-class exam and a large-ish PE assessment task to finish before exam period.
Then comes Bali. Speaking of, I've managed to schedule my first overseas trip smackbang in the middle of exam period. it mostly goes over a weekend... so I'm only really knocking out half of a Wednesday, the Thursday, Friday and following Monday. Surely the chances of my exams being on thee dates is fairly slim... right? Worst comes to worst, I'll fake an illness and get a doctors certificate. ;)
But back to the time issue. There's Uni, that's 80% of my time. Then there's work, which takes up another 5%. It does work in REALLY well with uni in comparison to any other job I could have... but still takes away a lot of valuable study/assignment time. So my weekdays are wholly dedicated to those two things. Then Market takes up the other remaining 20% (yup, your maths is correct - I need 105% of a day to fit everything in). Turns out living with someone isn't enough -- you need to spend quality time together! Who woulda thunk it? So there goes Saturdays at the very least. Which leaves Sundays. Which is usually used for either extra uni stuff or finally getting a chance to do shite all and just sleep and relax.
So where does my social life fit into this equation? Bloody good question. My friends have fallen by the wayside and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it without killing myself running around! Thankfully I get the chance to see Sarah at least once a week when we have lunch. And Carolyn is my one true lifeline to a social life (we're both crazy Geminis and so the relationship works perfectly!). Beyond that though... very little!
Anyway, holidays are soon. Just gotta get through the next few weeks and I can have some downtime. At which point I'll probably blog about being bored. Go figure.
My blog has been abandoned of late. But man, it's because I barely have time to scratch my own arse, let along type about how good it felt and what I was thinking when I was doing it.
Uni has been taking up 80% of my time. And I'm not even an over-achiever! I would say "I don't know how the over-achievers do it" except that I've spent countless hours learning about how epistemological beliefs affect self-efficacy and your overall metacognitive skills... so they're just better organised. I suck at learning and so it's a lot more effort for me! Things are building to a crescendo at the moment, what with only four and a half weeks remaining of term. Only two more online exams, three more essays, an in-class exam and a large-ish PE assessment task to finish before exam period.
Then comes Bali. Speaking of, I've managed to schedule my first overseas trip smackbang in the middle of exam period. it mostly goes over a weekend... so I'm only really knocking out half of a Wednesday, the Thursday, Friday and following Monday. Surely the chances of my exams being on thee dates is fairly slim... right? Worst comes to worst, I'll fake an illness and get a doctors certificate. ;)
But back to the time issue. There's Uni, that's 80% of my time. Then there's work, which takes up another 5%. It does work in REALLY well with uni in comparison to any other job I could have... but still takes away a lot of valuable study/assignment time. So my weekdays are wholly dedicated to those two things. Then Market takes up the other remaining 20% (yup, your maths is correct - I need 105% of a day to fit everything in). Turns out living with someone isn't enough -- you need to spend quality time together! Who woulda thunk it? So there goes Saturdays at the very least. Which leaves Sundays. Which is usually used for either extra uni stuff or finally getting a chance to do shite all and just sleep and relax.
So where does my social life fit into this equation? Bloody good question. My friends have fallen by the wayside and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it without killing myself running around! Thankfully I get the chance to see Sarah at least once a week when we have lunch. And Carolyn is my one true lifeline to a social life (we're both crazy Geminis and so the relationship works perfectly!). Beyond that though... very little!
Anyway, holidays are soon. Just gotta get through the next few weeks and I can have some downtime. At which point I'll probably blog about being bored. Go figure.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Easter
I'm sad at how different the holidays are when you're a grown up compared to when you're a kid. All of the build-up is gone, knowing that you now have to BUY presents instead of just receiving them. I can't even enjoy the awesome that should be public holidays -- because that just means a day of doing work at home instead of uni and not being able to work (which equals not being able to meet my budget)!
*sigh* Being a grown-up sucks major hairy balls sometimes.
I did gorge myself on Easter eggs, however. Okay, so chocolate-gorging is also nowhere near as enjoyable as when you're a kid, but it's still pretty rad. For the first three days, at least.
I woke up a couple days before easter busting to pee. My rush to the bathroom is immediately stopped when I notice a line of tiny eggs in the hallway. I follow it through the dining room, over the clothes horse, across the table and behind the tv, where a giant chocolate egg is waiting. The trail continues across the bookshelf, over the fishtank, through the lounge and down the stairs where Pete the Potplant is holding an insane looking miniature cow with an easter egg uncomfortably lodged in his spine.
Either the Easter Bilby has some stupid timing or I have the worlds most awesome boyfriend.
*sigh* Being a grown-up sucks major hairy balls sometimes.
I did gorge myself on Easter eggs, however. Okay, so chocolate-gorging is also nowhere near as enjoyable as when you're a kid, but it's still pretty rad. For the first three days, at least.
I woke up a couple days before easter busting to pee. My rush to the bathroom is immediately stopped when I notice a line of tiny eggs in the hallway. I follow it through the dining room, over the clothes horse, across the table and behind the tv, where a giant chocolate egg is waiting. The trail continues across the bookshelf, over the fishtank, through the lounge and down the stairs where Pete the Potplant is holding an insane looking miniature cow with an easter egg uncomfortably lodged in his spine.
Either the Easter Bilby has some stupid timing or I have the worlds most awesome boyfriend.
73. Write an article for publication
That's right. I just wrote an article for the Star on a circus skills workshop. Y'all need to actually pick up your copies of the Star of your lawns and read them before you drive over them (yup, you're totally being targeted Mike) and read it. Then pretend Mark wrote it.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Slightly hungover...
So... I've finally done it. I managed to get so drunk that I have a section of the night that, no matter how hard I try, I just cannot remember.
It started yesterday, with the opening of the stuff on Hunter Street. A bunch of the shops have been rented out to architecture students and other creative figures. They do with it what they want in order to showcase their stuff -- and were kind enough to have fruit and cheese platters and free wine! So of course, Markus and I took full advantage of this situation and helped ourselves to three glasses. And then we took those glasses home. 'Cos they were pretty. We tried to grab some more free food (including sushi!) from the display nextdoor, but were BLOCKED by a rude old woman! Kate tried to grab some and was interrupted by, "Are you from the display nextdoor? Sorry, you can't have any." =O
Then came the second birthday celebration for the day. Leon, John, Markus and myself all took the one car, dressed in matching school uniforms. It would have looked slightly odd to outsiders (including the manly men at the bottle shop who were very amused at the sight of us marching in to stock up on goon). I am not allowed to say too much about it, due to fear of gay-mafia attacks. Needless to say, there were some very interesting encounters and situations that reminded me of how thankful I am not to be in that circle. Being milked for stories on how stable my love-life is was one such nice reminder.
Anyway, there was much, much goon to be had and I don't remember much of where the night went. I do remember drawing all over Johns leg with an orange marker but not being able to see the results because of his dark skin. I remember drawing portraits of people on a whiteboard. I vaguely remember a toasted sandwich when I got home... but waking up wearing nothing but TWO pairs of underwear was the most confusing part.
Recovery so far has involved about three litres of water, a very enjoyable massage and Berry-Weetbix with yoghurt. So I can't really complain. Except that the next stage involves A LENGTHY HIKE THROUGH THE BUSH. Yay.
In other news, I've found things I can cross off of my list:
02. Skinnydip at the beach at night
Friday night. Myself, Rosie and Mark. Some random fellow skinnydippers. Newcastle pools.
21. Get drunk on goon
"You're junk, Drohn." 'Nuff said.
24. Have a food fight.
Whether you count the Great Ice Cream War of '09, the watermelon fight a couple of weeks previously or the grape fight at Kates birthday yesterday, Markus has helped very much with this one, repeatedly.
31. Dance like a fool and don't care who's looking
I was going to use either the Silent Disco at BDO or any night at G to cross this one off. Then I remembered my performance of Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' dance in front of the giant mirror at the gym. Yes, that works well.
38. Build a giant sandcastle
Does a giant pod of whales count? Hell yes it does when you win FIRST PLACE for them and get a TROPHY for your efforts! =D
50. Plant a tree
Do herbs count? I helped plant the basil and I relocated the parsley... and I helped pot Pete!
Yay! Now I'm up to 12/90! Hmm. I'd better get a move on.
It started yesterday, with the opening of the stuff on Hunter Street. A bunch of the shops have been rented out to architecture students and other creative figures. They do with it what they want in order to showcase their stuff -- and were kind enough to have fruit and cheese platters and free wine! So of course, Markus and I took full advantage of this situation and helped ourselves to three glasses. And then we took those glasses home. 'Cos they were pretty. We tried to grab some more free food (including sushi!) from the display nextdoor, but were BLOCKED by a rude old woman! Kate tried to grab some and was interrupted by, "Are you from the display nextdoor? Sorry, you can't have any." =O
Then came the second birthday celebration for the day. Leon, John, Markus and myself all took the one car, dressed in matching school uniforms. It would have looked slightly odd to outsiders (including the manly men at the bottle shop who were very amused at the sight of us marching in to stock up on goon). I am not allowed to say too much about it, due to fear of gay-mafia attacks. Needless to say, there were some very interesting encounters and situations that reminded me of how thankful I am not to be in that circle. Being milked for stories on how stable my love-life is was one such nice reminder.
Anyway, there was much, much goon to be had and I don't remember much of where the night went. I do remember drawing all over Johns leg with an orange marker but not being able to see the results because of his dark skin. I remember drawing portraits of people on a whiteboard. I vaguely remember a toasted sandwich when I got home... but waking up wearing nothing but TWO pairs of underwear was the most confusing part.
Recovery so far has involved about three litres of water, a very enjoyable massage and Berry-Weetbix with yoghurt. So I can't really complain. Except that the next stage involves A LENGTHY HIKE THROUGH THE BUSH. Yay.
In other news, I've found things I can cross off of my list:
Friday night. Myself, Rosie and Mark. Some random fellow skinnydippers. Newcastle pools.
"You're junk, Drohn." 'Nuff said.
Whether you count the Great Ice Cream War of '09, the watermelon fight a couple of weeks previously or the grape fight at Kates birthday yesterday, Markus has helped very much with this one, repeatedly.
I was going to use either the Silent Disco at BDO or any night at G to cross this one off. Then I remembered my performance of Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' dance in front of the giant mirror at the gym. Yes, that works well.
Does a giant pod of whales count? Hell yes it does when you win FIRST PLACE for them and get a TROPHY for your efforts! =D
Do herbs count? I helped plant the basil and I relocated the parsley... and I helped pot Pete!
Yay! Now I'm up to 12/90! Hmm. I'd better get a move on.
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