What I talk about when I talk about Stuff

Since getting my new ipod, my itunes had refused to upload all songs to it because it couldn't find the source, or whatever. I could have done some stuff to get the lost songs on there, but basically I was lazy and didn't worry about it. But suddenly, itunes did something weird and added nearly all the 'lost' songs, including things I didn't even have anyore on my old ipod, plus doubles of already-added songs, so now I am bursting with new/old music. Hey, Bloc Party are pretty good. Why did I ever dismiss them? Damn old 2GB Ipod, making me forget Bloc Party!

The issue of adjusting to plans/ideas interests me. I saw some lateline thing with two academic females battling it out on issues of marital rape and sexual dynamics. One of them (I think she'd done some sort of research study) suggested that many women tended to claim 'not in the mood' and then stick by their decision, suppressing mood changes that may have otherwise taken place. Heh. Of course there's a very fine line between implying that women should have sex even when they claim they don't want to, and being lenient on marital rape. These ladies were parading down that line. I wouldn't mind reading her book actually; I should try to find who it was. *pinging new ideas radar*

Then there's the similarity between that and the mental flip flop that occurs when 1. you have Sunday off and plan to have a quiet day studying 2. your co-worker messages you asking to cover her shift, because she's sick 3. you agree, first reluctantly but then become happy with your new mental plan for the day 4. you proceed to walk to bus stop 5. you have another message informing you that a different co-worker, who is currently at the hostel anyway, wants the shift to cash up 6. you liase with said co-worker and agree that he can work 7. you walk back home, kinda bummed 8. you figure its actually a good thing, because you didn't want to work anyway, remember? 9. you now don't feel guilty for wasting great chunks of time on facebook and 'blogger' even though you had designated this as study time, because hey, you had already come to the mental conclusion that it was ok to work a 6 hour shift anyway

From sex to work rosters! I win the Most Boring Segue competition!

Other Stuff:

My friend who was kicked out of the hostel (I'm too lazy to figure out how to link to past posts) is apparently running a competition for people to nominate designs for him to tattoo on his knob.

I appear to be quite in favour with all the guests at the moment - last shift Victor (old, cranky, OCD man) was what can only be described as cheerful towards me, expressing gladness that I was on shift. The annoying kiwi architect somehow has the impression that I am the force pulling all the strings around the place (when clearly it's Brian, gosh) and always jokes about how the place is now in 'good hands' whenever he sees me. Chris, a big bouncy-faced English chap who visits sometimes, complimented me on my figure, suggesting I had put on half a kilo in all the right places (um? whatever, I'll take it) and the group of Aussies down in the state for Clipsal were relieved to vent to me about the issues they had with the boss, the airconditioner, the rudeness of another staff member, etc. On request, I got one of them a bucket of water to soak her feet (apparently swollen from the heat of a poorly-functioning air conditioner?) and murmured with shock and disapproval at all the right places in their stories, managing to avoid either dismissing their complaints or badmouthing the hostel and staff with phrases like 'oh I completely understand' 'thanks for letting us know'. And I'm fixing other people's stuff-ups on the reservation system instead of making them. So it's all good there at the moment.

I went to the 21st of a family friend on Friday and got quite drunk, which is kind of embarrassing considering the relatives there and the fact that we left before 11 pm. Maybe it was the concentrated period of drinking over just a few hours, the availability of very drinkable wine on tap, but I ended up throwing up at home for the first time ever for alcohol-induced reasons. Shh. I think the rest of my family was asleep, so my dignity remains intact.

I now own a bunch of free crap that was given to me at the legal careers fair, including a coffee flask, a bottle opener, many pens and note pads, and even a little folded cardboard box full of fantales (left in my locker at uni for chocolate emergencies). My brain kind of went into overdrive reading all the firms' brochures and the legal careers guide publication and whatnot, envisaging myself in all these various positions, for good or bad. I could be a judge's associate! An expert in commercial litigation! A drafter of legislation! A solver of civil disputes! Firms with flexible hours and massages once a month - good, right? Or are all firms evil and bad? What's better: Big or small? Adelaide or interstate? Government or private? What about money? Hours? Future family? *hyperventilates*

Ok, kidding on the hyperventilation. On Tuesday my friend and I are trying our first ever round of a client interviewing competition, with very little idea of what to expect. A step in the right direction anyway, whatever that direction will be.

And for anyone who was wondering, the lentil burgers turned out very good, better than even I expected.

Is it weird/pretentious to refer to myself as Khere, as if that's my, uh, name? persona? I don't think you can be a persona if nobody knows about it. If a tree falls...?

khere is a falling tree in an empty forest.