I think I've had this realisation before.
I cannot multi-task.
"Modern life" or whatever you want to call it, tempts us to multi-task, or maybe the better word would be multi-procrastinate. Normally I am the devil's advocate for anyone who claims the evils of today's society. But with this, I am on board with the naysayers.
Facebook. iPhones. Oh god, my iPhone. Everything 'more interesting' than the current task at hand is only a click away.
It was never impossible to procrastinate. There were always windows to look out of. Doodles to sketch. Daydreams. But now, with electronics and the internet, distractions are so close to the surface, so near. Got a spare second before starting law readings? How about you have a quick look at that new blog you found. Or, you know, read ALL THE ARCHIVES over an obsessive three days. Or that.
My habits haven't let me down in any major way. From an outsider's perspective I think I'd look like I was doing pretty fine. I have a good GPA. I seem to balance the different parts of my life well.
It's silly, to compare the 'success' of me-now to a me-as-kid. Small pond, big pond. But at the moment I miss feeling effortlessly capable.
This is from a passage about deaf children that I recently read for linguistics, that I wanted to skip back and read again and again:
"The normal hearing child has a constantly expanding linguistic experience and is constantly experimenting in his own use of it. He is bathed in language and we can safely trust that some of it will flow into channls of utterance." *
I don't anyone can produce their best at something until they're 'bathed' in it. At the end of listening to my con law lecture I tuned out and clicked onto facebook, because the lecturer had finished with the content and moved on to some kind of quiz about high court judges and historical moments. But, you know, (and I know this sounds stupid) when I was in primary school I dug that kind of stuff. I didn't separate the big picture from the facts I needed to know for the test. It was all knowledge, it was all interesting, and from being bathed in the big picture I ended up nailing the little picture stuff with no difficulty. Maybe I need to take some tips from my 11-year-old self.
It's not that I lack curiosity in general - it's the directing of my interest towards the topic at hand that I need to work on. I need to stop seeing my current uni work as stifling my interest for [insert obsession of the moment] and realise that its something I can engage with in itself.
And I do, sometimes. What begins as superficial 'work' often works its way into me, albeit slowly.
This is not the entry that I sat down to write. I was going to talk about pub crawls, lying in bed with DW, the awesomeness of limewire and new music, the affection I feel for the hostel and its 'characters' after hearing H describe situational mishaps.
Instead, I'll leave you with another passage.
"She could see it all so clearly, so commandingly, when she looked: it was when she took her brush in hand that the whole thing changed. It was in that moment's flight between the picture and her canvas that the demons set on her who often brought her to the verge of teas and made this passage from conception to work as dreadful as any down a dark passage for a child. Such she often felt herself - struggling against terrific odds to maintain her courage; to say: 'But this what I see; this is what I see,' and so to clasp some miserable remnant of her vision to her breast, which a thousand forces did their best to pluck from her. And it was then too, in that chill and windy way, as she began to paint, that there forced themselves upon her other things, her own inadequacy, her insignificance, keeping house for her father of the Brompton Road, and had much ado to control her impulse to fling herself (thank Heaven she had always resisted so far) at Mrs. Ramsay's knee and say to her - but what could one say to her? 'I'm in love with you?' No, that was not true. 'I'm in love with this all', waving her hand at the hedge, at the house, at the children? It was absurd, it was impossible. One could not say what one meant." **
*M. M. Lewis, Language and Personality in Deaf Children
**Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Sorry for the weird entry.
- khere was already the past.
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Saturday, May 1, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Disrupting the Balance
Squawk squawk squawk.
I feel like that is what I am about to do.
If you have been following my conversations as of late (like, if you are my stalker, in which case this web page is the obvious thing to be reading), you might have noticed a recurring theme. Something like "So Rhino Room upstairs or downstairs?" followed by "What theme should I have for my birthday?"
Respective answers (but you already know them, if you're an attentive stalker): Downstairs, the cosier spot, with the rain-inviting beer garden! And Don't Know! (I have eliminated 'Traffic Lights' and 'Dress as me and the boyfriend' as potential themes).
After a mid-term break which I emerged from feeling like I needed another one to get done the uni work I had planned to achieve, these last few days have been remarkably productive. International Office! Humanities Office! Tutor's office! Mick's office at the Rhino Room! Office at the Courts Administration Authority! I've been seeing people, making those appointments, getting balls rolling. Woot.
Yeah, in fact I think I was only inspired to write this entry about that, so now that I've bragged I can probably stop writing.
No actually, the thought that was rolling around in my mind was something like this. My life is good right now. It's a comfortable place to live, a place that's open to promise and opportunities. That sounds cheesy, but its really kind of true. I feel lucky, and really do feel like these are the good years. Not that past years were bad, or that future years won'tbe better, but there's a good balance of the Myer-Briggs "P" (feeling happy having my options re. career and stuff still 'open', so I can get as much experience and follow as many interests as I can without having to rule anything out) with the "J" (feeling happy that I do have some sort of plan, and when I chip away to the core of that statemen, what I really mean is DW in my life).
I guess I'm worried that going to Germany will change that. That by sticking my hands in the current and breaking up the flow, I'm messing with a good thing.
In regards to DW at least, I know it'll change things and that's part of the reason why I want to do it. That sounds illogical, and quite possibly is, but my reasoning is something like: If I'm going to be with DW "forever"/"long-term" then I should travel now, because he won't be into doing that with me later (at least, not backpacker travel/extended stays/visits to countries that register beyond the first level in Smart Traveller). On the other hand, if I'm not going to be with DW in the long term then I should travel now, because otherwise I'd be sacrificing what I want to do for nothing. I.e. both potential paths --> travel now!
So, I've come to a sort of peace with that, and now it's not really DW I'm worried about. It's the horrifyingly fragile strings that hold my loved ones and I in health and happiness. What if by going away, I break those strings?
I know that's silly, that if bad things happen they'll happen whether I'm here or not. And yet.
A related topic is a question I had for DW the other day. "Do you think it's better to understand on an emotional level that bad things will happen to you, or just wait until they do?"
"You and your 'deep questions'," he said. "Uhm. You shouldn't let it affect your life, before things happen."
So staying awake late bawling my eyes out because bad things WERE going to happen to me and therefore a pretty likely bad thing would be for DW (or generic spouse) to die when we had a little baby or children, and I'd be all alone without a Life Ally and my baby kids would never know their daddy... crying about that because it's better to be emotionally prepared for it now, that's a silly thing to do? Right, sure. Just checking.
Well, that ended on a cheerful note, didn't it. In other news: H's 'Old Hollywood' party means I have an excuse to buy a nice dress, which means I am done with my self-imposed ban on spending in clothes stores, which means other items are sure to sneak into my wardrobe. Winter jacket, yay.
--khere is blacklisted in your mind.
I feel like that is what I am about to do.
If you have been following my conversations as of late (like, if you are my stalker, in which case this web page is the obvious thing to be reading), you might have noticed a recurring theme. Something like "So Rhino Room upstairs or downstairs?" followed by "What theme should I have for my birthday?"
Respective answers (but you already know them, if you're an attentive stalker): Downstairs, the cosier spot, with the rain-inviting beer garden! And Don't Know! (I have eliminated 'Traffic Lights' and 'Dress as me and the boyfriend' as potential themes).
After a mid-term break which I emerged from feeling like I needed another one to get done the uni work I had planned to achieve, these last few days have been remarkably productive. International Office! Humanities Office! Tutor's office! Mick's office at the Rhino Room! Office at the Courts Administration Authority! I've been seeing people, making those appointments, getting balls rolling. Woot.
Yeah, in fact I think I was only inspired to write this entry about that, so now that I've bragged I can probably stop writing.
No actually, the thought that was rolling around in my mind was something like this. My life is good right now. It's a comfortable place to live, a place that's open to promise and opportunities. That sounds cheesy, but its really kind of true. I feel lucky, and really do feel like these are the good years. Not that past years were bad, or that future years won'tbe better, but there's a good balance of the Myer-Briggs "P" (feeling happy having my options re. career and stuff still 'open', so I can get as much experience and follow as many interests as I can without having to rule anything out) with the "J" (feeling happy that I do have some sort of plan, and when I chip away to the core of that statemen, what I really mean is DW in my life).
I guess I'm worried that going to Germany will change that. That by sticking my hands in the current and breaking up the flow, I'm messing with a good thing.
In regards to DW at least, I know it'll change things and that's part of the reason why I want to do it. That sounds illogical, and quite possibly is, but my reasoning is something like: If I'm going to be with DW "forever"/"long-term" then I should travel now, because he won't be into doing that with me later (at least, not backpacker travel/extended stays/visits to countries that register beyond the first level in Smart Traveller). On the other hand, if I'm not going to be with DW in the long term then I should travel now, because otherwise I'd be sacrificing what I want to do for nothing. I.e. both potential paths --> travel now!
So, I've come to a sort of peace with that, and now it's not really DW I'm worried about. It's the horrifyingly fragile strings that hold my loved ones and I in health and happiness. What if by going away, I break those strings?
I know that's silly, that if bad things happen they'll happen whether I'm here or not. And yet.
A related topic is a question I had for DW the other day. "Do you think it's better to understand on an emotional level that bad things will happen to you, or just wait until they do?"
"You and your 'deep questions'," he said. "Uhm. You shouldn't let it affect your life, before things happen."
So staying awake late bawling my eyes out because bad things WERE going to happen to me and therefore a pretty likely bad thing would be for DW (or generic spouse) to die when we had a little baby or children, and I'd be all alone without a Life Ally and my baby kids would never know their daddy... crying about that because it's better to be emotionally prepared for it now, that's a silly thing to do? Right, sure. Just checking.
Well, that ended on a cheerful note, didn't it. In other news: H's 'Old Hollywood' party means I have an excuse to buy a nice dress, which means I am done with my self-imposed ban on spending in clothes stores, which means other items are sure to sneak into my wardrobe. Winter jacket, yay.
--khere is blacklisted in your mind.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Winner of the 'air competition
Ten good things:
The Grace Emily on a Monday night: Open mic, eclectic decorations, sweet cider, and an elusive gathering of couch surfers which we never found. Meeting others instead - a guy from the UniSA Exchange Society who invited us to his upcoming house party that he was trying to "keep quiet" - only around 300 guests, all exclusive invites like us I assume. The English fellas we bumped into from the hostel, who filled me in with a bit of gossip from the last few days - I love talking about that world with people who know it too, because sometimes what happens in that building doesn't seem quite real once I leave. And the three mates who we spent most of the night chatting with, two of whom were down from the country where they worked on oil and gas rigs. Amusing guys. One of them was tempted to steal the moose head from the wall, but was stopped very promptly by not one but two Grace Emily staff. Go Grace Emily security!
Coming home to find a sleeping cat on my desk chair. Nothing says cosy like a sleeping pussycat.
Watching the Style Channel in pajamas with H and her sister. H knows all the shows. There's 'What I Hate About Me' where the surfer chick got a total life make over (learning to sleep better, getting over ex, new hair colour etc) in one day, 'Ruby', the overweight woman with the heart of gold, 'Clean House' and the best one, 'Clean House Comes Clean' where they reminisce about the previous episode of 'Clean House'!
The (500) Days of Summer Soundtrack, in particularly Regina Spektor.
Margaret Atwood.
The way DW jabs with concentration at the screen of my iPhone.
Cleaning my top desk drawer and finding that 4 icecream containers can fit perfectly in there and hopefully keep all that messy make-up, hair and jewelery stuff organised. Who needs fancy IKEA drawer dividers?
Looking through old photos to choose some for Mum's 50th. Weddings, babies, scruffy dogs in Christmas hats.
The Skyscanner website - browsing random dates and finding cheap flights between England and other places in Europe. Seriously cheap deals there!
Talking with H about our 21sts, both coming up in a few months. Looking forward to a few good parties!
--khere is the hero of this story, doesn't need to be saved
The Grace Emily on a Monday night: Open mic, eclectic decorations, sweet cider, and an elusive gathering of couch surfers which we never found. Meeting others instead - a guy from the UniSA Exchange Society who invited us to his upcoming house party that he was trying to "keep quiet" - only around 300 guests, all exclusive invites like us I assume. The English fellas we bumped into from the hostel, who filled me in with a bit of gossip from the last few days - I love talking about that world with people who know it too, because sometimes what happens in that building doesn't seem quite real once I leave. And the three mates who we spent most of the night chatting with, two of whom were down from the country where they worked on oil and gas rigs. Amusing guys. One of them was tempted to steal the moose head from the wall, but was stopped very promptly by not one but two Grace Emily staff. Go Grace Emily security!
Coming home to find a sleeping cat on my desk chair. Nothing says cosy like a sleeping pussycat.
Watching the Style Channel in pajamas with H and her sister. H knows all the shows. There's 'What I Hate About Me' where the surfer chick got a total life make over (learning to sleep better, getting over ex, new hair colour etc) in one day, 'Ruby', the overweight woman with the heart of gold, 'Clean House' and the best one, 'Clean House Comes Clean' where they reminisce about the previous episode of 'Clean House'!
The (500) Days of Summer Soundtrack, in particularly Regina Spektor.
Margaret Atwood.
The way DW jabs with concentration at the screen of my iPhone.
Cleaning my top desk drawer and finding that 4 icecream containers can fit perfectly in there and hopefully keep all that messy make-up, hair and jewelery stuff organised. Who needs fancy IKEA drawer dividers?
Looking through old photos to choose some for Mum's 50th. Weddings, babies, scruffy dogs in Christmas hats.
The Skyscanner website - browsing random dates and finding cheap flights between England and other places in Europe. Seriously cheap deals there!
Talking with H about our 21sts, both coming up in a few months. Looking forward to a few good parties!
--khere is the hero of this story, doesn't need to be saved
Saturday, December 5, 2009
keeping it clean and staying on topic
Another seedy Sunday, another post.
- We put the Christmas tree up today.
- I now have an iPhone, at no extra monthly cost than what I was already paying for my old crappy handset.
- C's 21st was last night. At the Rhino room, very nice venue I thought. Cosy and fun, not too big.
- Her dad is an 'affable chap', in DW's words.
- DW met and became promptly 'enarmoured' with C's boyfriend, in C's words. The two of them talked at length about cricket and finance and whatever else.
- After the speeches, DW mentioned to me that he had 'kind of already started planning' a speech for my 21st. Naw. That's the side of him that I love.
- When we were trying to catch a taxi home, he was being an unhelpful grump. That's the side of him I don't like so much. I may taken hold of his hand in a more aggressive manner than usual. Then hit him when he pulled it away. What can I say, we were both drunk and irritated.
- I'm gonna be working at the nut shop again this Christmas - well, at one of the new 'outpost' stalls. The next few weeks will be busy. But more money, yay.
- I'm trying to save as much money as possible. I've never been 'bad' with money as such, but I haven't saved as much as I could have. If I want to go to Europe in 2011 (which, I do) then I will need to really save a lot. Goodbye food court, hello sandwiches using free bread from work.
- I want to sell a whole bunch of clothes on eBay, but I need to wait for my dad (with the benefit of his awesome feedback record!) to let me use his account and show me how to do things. My plan to do this was actually based on clearing out cupboard space rather than earning money, but hey: every bit counts!
- Went to a couch-surfing meet a couple of weeks ago at the Grace Emily. Fun fun. The week after I was feeling sick and wussy so I didn't go, but might head there again tomorrow.
- I'm so ready for Thursday, when new cupboards will be put in - the old ones were demolished and removed last Thursday, so this week all my crap has been in boxes and piles around my bedroom floor and the rest of the house. I hate living in mess. I don't see how some of my friends (well, one of my friends in particular =P) can live with a room that's permanently in such a state!
- Look, paragraphs getting bigger. We don't want that.
---khere had one midori too many.
- We put the Christmas tree up today.
- I now have an iPhone, at no extra monthly cost than what I was already paying for my old crappy handset.
- C's 21st was last night. At the Rhino room, very nice venue I thought. Cosy and fun, not too big.
- Her dad is an 'affable chap', in DW's words.
- DW met and became promptly 'enarmoured' with C's boyfriend, in C's words. The two of them talked at length about cricket and finance and whatever else.
- After the speeches, DW mentioned to me that he had 'kind of already started planning' a speech for my 21st. Naw. That's the side of him that I love.
- When we were trying to catch a taxi home, he was being an unhelpful grump. That's the side of him I don't like so much. I may taken hold of his hand in a more aggressive manner than usual. Then hit him when he pulled it away. What can I say, we were both drunk and irritated.
- I'm gonna be working at the nut shop again this Christmas - well, at one of the new 'outpost' stalls. The next few weeks will be busy. But more money, yay.
- I'm trying to save as much money as possible. I've never been 'bad' with money as such, but I haven't saved as much as I could have. If I want to go to Europe in 2011 (which, I do) then I will need to really save a lot. Goodbye food court, hello sandwiches using free bread from work.
- I want to sell a whole bunch of clothes on eBay, but I need to wait for my dad (with the benefit of his awesome feedback record!) to let me use his account and show me how to do things. My plan to do this was actually based on clearing out cupboard space rather than earning money, but hey: every bit counts!
- Went to a couch-surfing meet a couple of weeks ago at the Grace Emily. Fun fun. The week after I was feeling sick and wussy so I didn't go, but might head there again tomorrow.
- I'm so ready for Thursday, when new cupboards will be put in - the old ones were demolished and removed last Thursday, so this week all my crap has been in boxes and piles around my bedroom floor and the rest of the house. I hate living in mess. I don't see how some of my friends (well, one of my friends in particular =P) can live with a room that's permanently in such a state!
- Look, paragraphs getting bigger. We don't want that.
---khere had one midori too many.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
a fish-flavoured surprise
This weekend's footy groups were a little better than last. Well, I still have tomorrow morning to cope with, but hopefully they'll check out reasonably early or be so knackered that they can't be much trouble (I can hope). Live goldfish were swallowed, and the one English guy on the team (moved to Bendigo from Manchester) got incredibly soppy-drunk at me, but that's all the damage to date.
I guess the effect that alcohol has on a person has a cultural, or at least personality, component, but good lord, that English guy (whose name I don't even remember, therefore can't hide) reminded me so much of this freaking guy when he got drunk, a completely different specimen to the rowdy Aussie boys. He was actually a decent guy, and had made me think earlier in the day about the difference between a nice guy getting drunk and a person who was already a dickhead getting drunk. He complimented me for how I handled the group, and came by the desk a few times to tell me that he thought I was pretty and so forth. When all the other guys ended up going out, he stayed behind because he was so tired and couldn't hack their company (biggest mark of honour among footy groups, apart from swallowing fish and crapping unconventional places, it seems: not sleeping the entire weekend.) But then. BUT THEN. As his voice got more and more mumbly and slurred, he just turned into.... mush! He proposed that I join him in his room for a bit of fun, and when I declined, he got all mopey and philosophical about it. I didn't want to hook up with a drunk guy in a hostel room while I was 1. on shift and 2. in a relationship? Clearly, this was a deep insight into how I was a conformist who secretly wanted to break free!
"It's like, shho hard, innit. So hard. I can see you're like, how do I shhhay thiss, wiv'out offending you, you're like, you feel like you have to conform to what people think of you, you like to have everyfing planned... don't you just want to go nuts, eh? Lose control? I think you just need to give up control for once, just do someving a bit crazy, yeah but it's so hard innit... I can see in your eyes you wanna do it wiv me but you just feel you can't, it's so hard, so hard for us, innit... you got such beautiful eyes, you're shhho beautiful, I just wanna give you a bit of a cuddle and a kiss eh, why don't you come into my room..."
He would kind of drift off mumbling for long stretches of time, and I couldn't really understand what he was saying. There was one morose tangent that I caught when he was slumped on the other side of the counter about how he was just one more drunk guy for me, I must have heard things like this before and just let it wash over me, I'd put up with it at work and then just go home and laugh it off and never seriously think about it. Which: well, he wasn't wrong. And how could he distinguish himself, how could he let me know that we could be something really special, that he wasn't just another drunk guy? Answer: he couldn't?
Then I started feeling a bit bad, because I had enjoyed his company earlier in the day, I could believe that, sure, there would be more to him when he wasn't drunk. But: I had known him for one day. That one day, he was smashed. What could he expect? He was begging me to tell him what I thought of him, and I said I guessed he was a nice guy, and he was like wahhh is that all. I reminded him (not for the first time) that I didn't really know him and that he could be a totally excellent guy for all I knew. "Oh you're so honest, that's what I love about you. You're just such an honest girl. It's just so hard for our situation, innit, so hard for me sitting here at this bar wiv you just thinking that I'm some drunk lad like all the others, but at least you're honest eh, so honest."
Anyway, just like it was in reality, recounting this has gone from amusing to tiresome. The last I saw of him was after I came into reception to see him leaning over the counter, lips pursed. "Just give us a kiss, eh?" he asked, and I have no idea why he thought the answer would be any different than it was to any of his previous suggestions. Then, he kind of wouldn't shut up: "Come on, why not? Just a little kiss, eh? Just gi'us a kiss!" he whined. I sort of snapped at him that he was crossing the line and needed to tone it down. Then he stumbled off (hopefully to sleep) and we shall see tomorrow whether his devotion can last two days.
Anyway. So that we don't have an entire entry about that guy... I'm also:
- Loving Songs for Silverman, the Ben Folds CD I bought the other day. Actually cried at that Gracie song, much to DW's disgust when he learnt that it wasn't even 'that time'.
- 'Dog-sitting' for my aunties over the weekend, for their naughty brown short-haired pointer who's all like 'rrowwr. love me.'
- Relieved that my research assignment is due one week later than I originally thought it was. That means I was extra-virtuous spending those holiday afternoons at uni. I've probably negated whatever effect that had by proceeding to ignore it as soon as I found out the 'real' due date, but... I'll get back into it tomorrow.
- Really into cereal at the moment. Did you know you can eat it any time of day, not just for breakfast? Yeah, I knew it too, but I didn't really know it in an intimate sense until recently.
- Hoping that nobody enters my aunts' house before I do and sees the dim bedroom with messy sexed-in bed. They shouldn't, but... well, they better not.
- Happy that there are multiple episodes of Seinfeld screening on the new channel 'Go' each day. What can I say, I'm easily pleased.
--khere is always the first one to leave the shower.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
That's What He Said.
Restless. Not sure why. After a busy few days of working and socialising, and with a barbeque to look forward to tonight, in theory I’m glad to have time to relax at home by myself for a few hours and get some studying done. Unfortunately the theory doesn’t correlate with reality, which has me skimming pages, snacking compulsively and watching the clock, glad when enough time has passed that I can do something like prepare lunch or message DW. Possible reasons for my unrest include:
- Windy day. What was that kid’s novel explaining why stuff went crazy on windy days?
- Too much tea. The ‘alert yet relaxed’ state advertised on the box was leapt over a few cups ago.
- Failure of internet connection. Let me procrastinate how I see fit, damnit!
- A feeling I need to say something to stabilise things with a good friend – there’s not a problem between us as such, but an undefined grey area which needs to be brought into focus.
- A slight wistfulness that I don’t feel like I’ve really spoken properly to DW for some time.
- I sort of felt all morning like going for a walk/run, but didn’t for lame reasons (don’t like running when I first get up, didn’t want to shower again, needed to study). Now I’m all unexercised and blah.
- Whenever I venture to crack open the pages of my property law textbook, it radiates some sort of invisible, odourless cloud that induces me into a stupor of boredom. Could you study in the face of that mysterious force?
UPDATE: The latter part of my day included noodle salad, a hilarious little dog that went into 'freeze' mode when its eyes were covered, friends and affection and plain old kissing. Man, kissing when you want to kiss is really good.
-- khere is a funky fix for guys and chicks.
- Windy day. What was that kid’s novel explaining why stuff went crazy on windy days?
- Too much tea. The ‘alert yet relaxed’ state advertised on the box was leapt over a few cups ago.
- Failure of internet connection. Let me procrastinate how I see fit, damnit!
- A feeling I need to say something to stabilise things with a good friend – there’s not a problem between us as such, but an undefined grey area which needs to be brought into focus.
- A slight wistfulness that I don’t feel like I’ve really spoken properly to DW for some time.
- I sort of felt all morning like going for a walk/run, but didn’t for lame reasons (don’t like running when I first get up, didn’t want to shower again, needed to study). Now I’m all unexercised and blah.
- Whenever I venture to crack open the pages of my property law textbook, it radiates some sort of invisible, odourless cloud that induces me into a stupor of boredom. Could you study in the face of that mysterious force?
UPDATE: The latter part of my day included noodle salad, a hilarious little dog that went into 'freeze' mode when its eyes were covered, friends and affection and plain old kissing. Man, kissing when you want to kiss is really good.
-- khere is a funky fix for guys and chicks.
Monday, May 18, 2009
A little speedy
Am feeling a little out of control lately. Ways I plan to rectify this:
- Clothing Cull. "Secondary" items that are bunching up my drawers and making my good clothes all forgotten and wrinkly = GONE.
- After said clothing cull, donate clothes to goodwill or store the seasonally unappropriate things somewhere tidy. Don't leave garbage bag of clothes in room for ridiculous amount of time.
- Flash cards. For some reason I have a desire to make law flash cards that I can review at places like work, where I have relatively long periods of study opportunity but lack the mental space to do anything involving too much prolonged concentration. Once I have these flash cards, my life will be complete.
- Compile all the items that I need for my passport application, and put them in my bag, and set a reminder on my phone that I have an 'appointment' at the post office.
- Call my friend re. movie times. Call another friend re. uni meetings and walks and to generally jump into the vibe.
- Listen to today's missed lecture before I go to tomorrow's continuation. Hm. Early tomorrow morning perhaps. Nothing like getting up early (or even better, PLANNING to get up early!) to feel in control of things.
Things to look forward to:
Cocktails on Thursday. Omg, inordinately looking forward to this. It takes a bit to make me desire girlytime so much, but for whatever reason I'm really hanging out for it. There seem to be way too many weekdays between now and then.
Compiling a CD for my friend. She will be singing along in the car before she knows it.
Reading Marley and Me. I think I will approve.
Having no obligation to feed any cat but my own. I'm sorry Sass, I won't miss seeing the silent parody of an indigant cat through my car window when I pull up to see you.
My birthday coming soon, and the prospect of hanging out with all my most favourite people at once.
Time to get things rolling.
--khere is gingko this, ginseng that
- Clothing Cull. "Secondary" items that are bunching up my drawers and making my good clothes all forgotten and wrinkly = GONE.
- After said clothing cull, donate clothes to goodwill or store the seasonally unappropriate things somewhere tidy. Don't leave garbage bag of clothes in room for ridiculous amount of time.
- Flash cards. For some reason I have a desire to make law flash cards that I can review at places like work, where I have relatively long periods of study opportunity but lack the mental space to do anything involving too much prolonged concentration. Once I have these flash cards, my life will be complete.
- Compile all the items that I need for my passport application, and put them in my bag, and set a reminder on my phone that I have an 'appointment' at the post office.
- Call my friend re. movie times. Call another friend re. uni meetings and walks and to generally jump into the vibe.
- Listen to today's missed lecture before I go to tomorrow's continuation. Hm. Early tomorrow morning perhaps. Nothing like getting up early (or even better, PLANNING to get up early!) to feel in control of things.
Things to look forward to:
Cocktails on Thursday. Omg, inordinately looking forward to this. It takes a bit to make me desire girlytime so much, but for whatever reason I'm really hanging out for it. There seem to be way too many weekdays between now and then.
Compiling a CD for my friend. She will be singing along in the car before she knows it.
Reading Marley and Me. I think I will approve.
Having no obligation to feed any cat but my own. I'm sorry Sass, I won't miss seeing the silent parody of an indigant cat through my car window when I pull up to see you.
My birthday coming soon, and the prospect of hanging out with all my most favourite people at once.
Time to get things rolling.
--khere is gingko this, ginseng that
Monday, March 23, 2009
Things I like
Things I like:
Hearing people speak in their own language and add little bits of English in. *chinese chinese chinese Global Gossip System chinese chinese*
A grey sky before it starts raining, where the world looks all snuggly.
Hearing people speak in their own language and add little bits of English in. *chinese chinese chinese Global Gossip System chinese chinese*
A grey sky before it starts raining, where the world looks all snuggly.
Tasting the sauce in the free cheeseburger thrown into 4 am drive through order, when I wasn't going to buy it myself.
Comparisons between training your body to run and your mind to think.
Message boards with stringent rules who put people on probation a lot.
Hearing my boyfriend detail what he'd do to Lily Allen and Tina Fey in bed.
Meeting the guy who my friend is starting to see and thinking, you know, I really like you. You could really fit into our picture.
The downy, plasticy smell of a sleeping bag.
Buying a new variety of loose leaf tea and suddenly realising it was what I drank in Germany.
Reading the last page of an article or textbook chapter and feeling accomplished.
Wine with dinner, all tipsy before the food comes.
Mornings where the sunlight is pale and misty.
Dancing at the Elephant.
Sharing gossip with a friend who you're growing closer to.
Being on the hostel balcony to socialise rather than work.
Tickle fights where all the limbs are utilised.
An arm draped over me in bed upon waking up.
Organising trips away.
Breakfast.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Bobbling head
A mix of social obligations on the horizon. Dinner in town with a mixed group of old school buddies tonight, the 21st birthday DW's friend tomorrow night, and a housewarming party on Sunday for some uni girls who have just moved down to the 'big smoke' from the country. In the still-further future there is a night of house-sitting which DW has gone so far as to roster off work, heh. And plenty of relatives' birthdays. Does town feature into any of my social plans? Perhaps not, although I am half-inclined to convince DW to come to see a magician/mentalist show with me while the Fringe is on, a guy who apparently stayed at the hostel before I worked there and was quite... awe-inspiring. DW is not normally my choice of companion for those sorts of outings (rather, by his own choice he's a closer-to-home type) but... who else will get geeked out with me over a magician? Anyway, yeah, I feel kind of over the whole drinky drinky town scene at the moment, but isn't it lucky that at present there are many things to do in Adelaide city apart from that. Mad March!
Recent realisations:
I eat meat almost every day. I don't really *need* to eat that much meat. I have no desire to be vegetarian, exactly, but from an environmental/economic standpoint I don't really feel like I should chow down on the animal flesh as much as I do. Plus, I just grossed myself out typing that last sentence. Maybe it'll be the vegie platter for me tonight.
When my car has a funny smell, I should alert the authorities (by which I mean: my dad) ASAP because it means that water is leaking from something and is a precursor to an overheated car and a wet carpet and a new radiator and a bill.
I have almost the least amount of responsibility and authority at work, which actually suits me fine. There is this new kinda chain of authority where people who are in other senses 'equal' now have to sign off each other's books and all that jazz, and I am basically out of it because I don't do anything extra apart from run reception. On one hand, there's my boss saying to me that he would have loved me to be the one to start organising procedure manuals and stuff, but that he knows with uni and whatever I'm too busy to commit myself to that. Which is true. However, I seem to be screwing up a lot lately anyway with basic things like guest's money and forgetting to extend them on the computer, so on the other hand I'm thinking that it may be for the best anyway. Speaking of work, I stayed over on Thursday when I worked a back-to-back night and morning shift, and wasn't that a laugh and a half. I was giddy and happy drinking a cruiser with some friends on the balcony after I finished, then subjected myself to the cold shower of the northern toilet block, then... then when sleeping time began, there was massive noise from the TV, despite my room being upstairs, and city traffic and germans arguing in the next room and somebody rhythmically pounding on the door to their room when they forgot their key in the middle of the night (I let him in with my magical key). So, it wasn't the most restful night. I'm yet to decide whether or not its preferable to catching a bus home and getting up half an hour earlier.
Tata for now.
Recent realisations:
I eat meat almost every day. I don't really *need* to eat that much meat. I have no desire to be vegetarian, exactly, but from an environmental/economic standpoint I don't really feel like I should chow down on the animal flesh as much as I do. Plus, I just grossed myself out typing that last sentence. Maybe it'll be the vegie platter for me tonight.
When my car has a funny smell, I should alert the authorities (by which I mean: my dad) ASAP because it means that water is leaking from something and is a precursor to an overheated car and a wet carpet and a new radiator and a bill.
I have almost the least amount of responsibility and authority at work, which actually suits me fine. There is this new kinda chain of authority where people who are in other senses 'equal' now have to sign off each other's books and all that jazz, and I am basically out of it because I don't do anything extra apart from run reception. On one hand, there's my boss saying to me that he would have loved me to be the one to start organising procedure manuals and stuff, but that he knows with uni and whatever I'm too busy to commit myself to that. Which is true. However, I seem to be screwing up a lot lately anyway with basic things like guest's money and forgetting to extend them on the computer, so on the other hand I'm thinking that it may be for the best anyway. Speaking of work, I stayed over on Thursday when I worked a back-to-back night and morning shift, and wasn't that a laugh and a half. I was giddy and happy drinking a cruiser with some friends on the balcony after I finished, then subjected myself to the cold shower of the northern toilet block, then... then when sleeping time began, there was massive noise from the TV, despite my room being upstairs, and city traffic and germans arguing in the next room and somebody rhythmically pounding on the door to their room when they forgot their key in the middle of the night (I let him in with my magical key). So, it wasn't the most restful night. I'm yet to decide whether or not its preferable to catching a bus home and getting up half an hour earlier.
Tata for now.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
A fragrant machine
The cogs are creaking into action; life has shifted gears. I am all uni uni uni. Well, I had one day at uni, and it was during 'O-week'. But. During that day I was plenty sociable - joined the German club, which I should have done last year, plus the *cough* running club - what can I say, the sexy third year law guy manning the stand might motivate me. Although I think I'd have to, like, actually finish Couch to 5K before I attempted a run with the group, lest I be *that* person.
But seriously, I'm like, all inspired =P Podcast downloading as I type!
Plus, I have a locker in the awesome 'women's lounge', no doubt created in days of compulsory unionism and demand for such places. There are couches, a microwave (yay) and even a bed, lest I feel the need to lay down and recuperate away from all the men. Plus bookshelves filled with old feminist books. On Thursday it was like our private lounge, and my friend wants to get a locker in there too. I'll be interested to see how busy it gets during the semester, but either way(making girly friends in our refuge, or having a personal couch space) is appealing enough.
However, despite all the excitement, I was completely knackered when it came to spending the whole day 'on' and walking around town in 39 degree heat and whatnot. I had this meet and greet as a buddy for an international law student (there we go again, uni uni) but it wasn't until the evening so it was quite a long day in town. The meet was amusing enough, with far more 'buddies' than new people needing to be 'buddied' showing up, and I chatted with plenty of randoms, completely anonymous as a second year. My allocated buddy was one of the ones not to show up, so about half way through I took advantage of my anonymity and disappeared. By which I mean, I inconspicuously walked out of the door, although the puff-of-smoke thing would have been cool too.
And then, my boyfriend went all sweet and collected me from the plaza. I cut his rope-finding trip to Kmart short with my arrival but he didn't go back, understanding that I was 'sick of everything' by that stage. I actually wasn't - It's funny how I could be so over it walking around town with the others but suddenly so willing to wander the stores with him. Anyway. I appreciated the gesture, and he ferried his sweaty girlfriend and her new heavy textbooks back to her house.
Tonight I'm going to the Fringe opening ceremony. I was very indecisive about whether or not I wanted to go, being slighly head-achey and blah feeling earlier, but I have now bucked up and decided to join the crowds and crazy people. Fire! Gelati! I went to see Tim Freedman in the Garden on Wednesday, who was as old-sexy as ever.
I smell faintly like a hippy, so I'm sure I'll fit in with the Fringe crowd. I ordered a bunch of Lush stuff with a shopping gift card that DW gave me for Christmas and it arrived today. So now my feet are scrubbed, my skin cleansed with clay and my temples rubbed with the jasmine scent of 'Flying Fox'. Ommmmmm. Actually, I think Flying Fox is meant to be something of an aphrodisiac. Rhhwah.
But seriously, I'm like, all inspired =P Podcast downloading as I type!
Plus, I have a locker in the awesome 'women's lounge', no doubt created in days of compulsory unionism and demand for such places. There are couches, a microwave (yay) and even a bed, lest I feel the need to lay down and recuperate away from all the men. Plus bookshelves filled with old feminist books. On Thursday it was like our private lounge, and my friend wants to get a locker in there too. I'll be interested to see how busy it gets during the semester, but either way(making girly friends in our refuge, or having a personal couch space) is appealing enough.
However, despite all the excitement, I was completely knackered when it came to spending the whole day 'on' and walking around town in 39 degree heat and whatnot. I had this meet and greet as a buddy for an international law student (there we go again, uni uni) but it wasn't until the evening so it was quite a long day in town. The meet was amusing enough, with far more 'buddies' than new people needing to be 'buddied' showing up, and I chatted with plenty of randoms, completely anonymous as a second year. My allocated buddy was one of the ones not to show up, so about half way through I took advantage of my anonymity and disappeared. By which I mean, I inconspicuously walked out of the door, although the puff-of-smoke thing would have been cool too.
And then, my boyfriend went all sweet and collected me from the plaza. I cut his rope-finding trip to Kmart short with my arrival but he didn't go back, understanding that I was 'sick of everything' by that stage. I actually wasn't - It's funny how I could be so over it walking around town with the others but suddenly so willing to wander the stores with him. Anyway. I appreciated the gesture, and he ferried his sweaty girlfriend and her new heavy textbooks back to her house.
Tonight I'm going to the Fringe opening ceremony. I was very indecisive about whether or not I wanted to go, being slighly head-achey and blah feeling earlier, but I have now bucked up and decided to join the crowds and crazy people. Fire! Gelati! I went to see Tim Freedman in the Garden on Wednesday, who was as old-sexy as ever.
I smell faintly like a hippy, so I'm sure I'll fit in with the Fringe crowd. I ordered a bunch of Lush stuff with a shopping gift card that DW gave me for Christmas and it arrived today. So now my feet are scrubbed, my skin cleansed with clay and my temples rubbed with the jasmine scent of 'Flying Fox'. Ommmmmm. Actually, I think Flying Fox is meant to be something of an aphrodisiac. Rhhwah.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Sunday.
Feeling floppy. Went to Supermild last night, which was as superly mild as the name suggested. There was an outside area to chill and talk (in the perfect end-of-heat-wave weather), a bar where it didn't take long to be served, space to sit down, retro music and a small woody dance floor which was curiously lacking in groping and grinding.
I've just been watching Rove, which has been a rare occurance since about 2003. Ginnifer Goodwin and Justin Long: cute. Especially Ginnifer! New girl-crush. On the other hand, Amanda Kerr. The word vacuous comes to mind. Rove asks her a question: Does she prefer to be the giver or getter of surprises on Valentines day? She's like, "...Huh! Every day should be romantic, right? Like... why just be romantic on Valentines Day? That's like, what I think. About Valentines Day."
You know who else is hot? Callie. She is so in my hypothetical threesome. Whereas Ginny and I, we wouldn't work in that way, you know? That's more of a 'want to be' than a 'want to be with'.
Wouldn't it be awesome if cats could be trained to use their kneading behaviour for back massages? If you do have to get up for work, tired and quivery and slightly queasy, being woken by a cat purring and treading and kneading all over your back is the best way to ease into the day.
You know what? I did that survey at the start of the year about 2008, and one of the questions was about best book read. Let me just clarify that two books I read in 2008 were so notably awesome that I have to amend my previous post to tell you about them. One was called Dead Centre, an investigative look into the Joanne Lees/Peter Falconio case.
(http://www.holisticpage.com.au/DeadCentre_RobinBowles%7C9781863254045... Ok, I need to learn how to make 'proper' links).
The second was As Nature Made Him, about David Reimer, a man who was raised as a girl after a botched circumcision. Nothing I candescribe in this sleepy state does this book, full of conflict and questions and bizaree real-life characters, any sort of justice, so just read it. Actually, I think this one wins best book of 2008, or maybe one of the most absorbing books I have ever read.
I'd say that the authors simply let the fascinating stories of both of these books tell themselves, but its a credit to all the planning, interviewing and investigating that the final products can read in that way. Both stories suck you in: I read case notes from the former at work, and now have difficulty accepting 'remembered' evidence from any victim. I was completely gutted when, after finishing the tentatively uplifting conclusion of the latter and looking up John Money on wikipedia, I discovered that David had committed suicide some years after the point where the book finished.
Ok, I'm done. Early morning shifts, nights out... I'm going to sleep, and hopefully for a long time.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
25 things
25 things about me.
1. I tend to keep things way longer than necessary, due to vague beliefs in Being Prepared and This May Be Important. Eg: a black hand-me-down dress which I never once wore, stayed in a drawer for about four years because I might wear it to a beach party. Like, it would be super perfect for a very particular kind of beach party. There was no beach party, and I eventually parted with said dress.
2. I have a little container of spare buttons, too, the kind you take off clothing tags. But that's more because I'm fond of buttons. I remember enjoying playing with my Oma's (much larger) tub of assorted buttons when I was little. LAME KID ALERT.
3. On that note, when I was slightly older (like, grade two or so) I collected the coloured leads that fell out of pencils. For a while that seemed to be the trend, but I was the only one I knew who would spread them out lovingly on the kitchen table to give them 'exercise'.
4. I think I've become less strange as I've gotten older.
5. With that, though, I'm also probably less imaginative.
6. I have Cyndi Lauper, 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' in my head. Its quite an annoying song.
7. I was just before reading about people who have epileptic fits in the parts of the brain that controls memory, and how it triggers them to hear random music from their life over and over. In various patients it has been a blessing or a curse. Now I feel bad about complaining about a little 'ear-worm'.
8. I don't like the term 'ear-worm', but I like the girl in Germany who first introduced me to it. I remember her speaking very slowly and animatedly so I would understand. Ohrwuhrm was the name of a song by a German a capella pop band.
9. I want to buy a new camera, one that makes people look gorgeous all the time. This isn't totally wishful thinking. Sometimes other people take photos and everyone looks great on their screens, and then I take one and the subject has morphed into an oily, gaunt, blood-shot version of themself. This will not do.
10. Double digits! Is it bad that I thought that sounded dirty as soon as I typed it?
11. I prefer spiders to moths.
12. I want to go camping.
13. I read message boards without responding, and blogs of people I don't know in person.
14. I'm pretty glad to be the age I am now, but there's something kind of weird about visualising my life staying basically the same for the next three or four years.
15. I want to see the musical 'Sunday in the Park with George' because I've heard one really good song from it.
16. I'm sometimes not very good at finding things in supermarkets.
17. I'd be more keen to go back to uni if it was replacing something, time-wise (e.g. work) but I'm quite lazy and not looking forward to deciding how much to shuffle stuff around.
18. Today I found out a Taiwanese girl who I thought was, like, 22, is actually 30. And she, who thought I was 22, found out that I was 19. And then she told me I had a good 'EQ'.
19. Damn, should have saved that for number 19. It's... well you know now... my age.
20. I like ants. I mean, not on me or anything, but I think they're cool.
21. I also like cocktails. In me.
22. Room number 22 at work has a broken door. They say its been fixed, but its still actually kinda broken, and I keep forgetting to tell guests they have to make sure its pulled properly shut. Wow, now I'm suddenly paranoid that someone's stuff will get stolen or somebody will be murdered or something, and it'll be partially (fine, perhaps mostly. or even all.) my fault. NOTE TO ALL THIEVES AND MURDERERS, I WAS KIDDING ABOUT THE DOOR *cough*
23. I still have a single bed, but I may get around to getting a double sometime soon.
24. My recently-bought shoerack collapsed dramatically in the middle of the night a few days ago, and now my room is messy again.
25. Woot, the end. I may or may not post this on facebook for the purpose it was intended for.
1. I tend to keep things way longer than necessary, due to vague beliefs in Being Prepared and This May Be Important. Eg: a black hand-me-down dress which I never once wore, stayed in a drawer for about four years because I might wear it to a beach party. Like, it would be super perfect for a very particular kind of beach party. There was no beach party, and I eventually parted with said dress.
2. I have a little container of spare buttons, too, the kind you take off clothing tags. But that's more because I'm fond of buttons. I remember enjoying playing with my Oma's (much larger) tub of assorted buttons when I was little. LAME KID ALERT.
3. On that note, when I was slightly older (like, grade two or so) I collected the coloured leads that fell out of pencils. For a while that seemed to be the trend, but I was the only one I knew who would spread them out lovingly on the kitchen table to give them 'exercise'.
4. I think I've become less strange as I've gotten older.
5. With that, though, I'm also probably less imaginative.
6. I have Cyndi Lauper, 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' in my head. Its quite an annoying song.
7. I was just before reading about people who have epileptic fits in the parts of the brain that controls memory, and how it triggers them to hear random music from their life over and over. In various patients it has been a blessing or a curse. Now I feel bad about complaining about a little 'ear-worm'.
8. I don't like the term 'ear-worm', but I like the girl in Germany who first introduced me to it. I remember her speaking very slowly and animatedly so I would understand. Ohrwuhrm was the name of a song by a German a capella pop band.
9. I want to buy a new camera, one that makes people look gorgeous all the time. This isn't totally wishful thinking. Sometimes other people take photos and everyone looks great on their screens, and then I take one and the subject has morphed into an oily, gaunt, blood-shot version of themself. This will not do.
10. Double digits! Is it bad that I thought that sounded dirty as soon as I typed it?
11. I prefer spiders to moths.
12. I want to go camping.
13. I read message boards without responding, and blogs of people I don't know in person.
14. I'm pretty glad to be the age I am now, but there's something kind of weird about visualising my life staying basically the same for the next three or four years.
15. I want to see the musical 'Sunday in the Park with George' because I've heard one really good song from it.
16. I'm sometimes not very good at finding things in supermarkets.
17. I'd be more keen to go back to uni if it was replacing something, time-wise (e.g. work) but I'm quite lazy and not looking forward to deciding how much to shuffle stuff around.
18. Today I found out a Taiwanese girl who I thought was, like, 22, is actually 30. And she, who thought I was 22, found out that I was 19. And then she told me I had a good 'EQ'.
19. Damn, should have saved that for number 19. It's... well you know now... my age.
20. I like ants. I mean, not on me or anything, but I think they're cool.
21. I also like cocktails. In me.
22. Room number 22 at work has a broken door. They say its been fixed, but its still actually kinda broken, and I keep forgetting to tell guests they have to make sure its pulled properly shut. Wow, now I'm suddenly paranoid that someone's stuff will get stolen or somebody will be murdered or something, and it'll be partially (fine, perhaps mostly. or even all.) my fault. NOTE TO ALL THIEVES AND MURDERERS, I WAS KIDDING ABOUT THE DOOR *cough*
23. I still have a single bed, but I may get around to getting a double sometime soon.
24. My recently-bought shoerack collapsed dramatically in the middle of the night a few days ago, and now my room is messy again.
25. Woot, the end. I may or may not post this on facebook for the purpose it was intended for.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
A black notebook will make everything better
I feel like typing, feel like opening the stopper and letting the brain words come out, but it seems there are no brain words to come. Wait... maybe there are a few.
I got a Bras 'n Things voucher for Christmas, and today I bought an excessive amount of naughty knickers with it. The voucher was for $50, and the purchase came to around $60. Sixty dollars! In one knicker-buying spree! After suspiciously looking at the receipt to see how a few frilly things on sale could possibly come to such a figure, I discovered that one pair stood out from the crowd at $26.90. That's one hell of an ass-coverer. Lucky it was shiny. I had better receive some appreciative fondling while wearing that one.
Yesterday I gave blood, which went okay despite my apparently weeny veins. I think I had the most senior person, and I felt relieved when my nurse was the one that the other lady was asking for help. I also had to suppress a smile when, at the request for help, my nurse stopped her friendly chat with me and turned to face her colleague with a steel-faced glare. "You'll just have to wait your turn." Tension in the blood bank. Apparently in China, once you give blood three times, you're entitled to free transfusions for yourself and immediate family if you ever need it. As Brian pointed out, "If everybody in China give blood three times, that's a lot of blood." Damn straight.
Speaking of work, I had one of those moments this morning that I knew would have to happen some time - I was locked out, due to the door code being changed and nobody alerting me. Damn them! A lady in a tour bus was waiting outside for a guest and I could imagine her watching my progress as I tried the door code, looked confused, tried it again, looked it up in my phone, tried it again, then grumpily started calling everybody who might be able to help me. Nobody answered their phones, including the hostel phone, and I retreated into the bus. We both waited, a little tense and irritated, for a guest to emerge from the hostel door - Ms Tour Guide so she could leave and not miss the ferry, me so I could get inside my own workplace. I then called my boss, who was thankfully already up and awake, but didn't know the door code either. "I'll try to call them!" he offered. This amused me, because of the personal insult that the other staff members being willing to answer to him, but not me, would have implied (let's not tell her the door code, then deliberately ignore the phone when she calls from the chilly doorstep!). For all the shambles that that place can be, I don't think people are that horrible. Anyway, the late guest on the tour did emerge, I got inside, and hopefully they got to the ferry on time.
All right. Low battery, and that's enough word drip. And another early start tomorrow. Here's to the underachieving British kids on TV.
I got a Bras 'n Things voucher for Christmas, and today I bought an excessive amount of naughty knickers with it. The voucher was for $50, and the purchase came to around $60. Sixty dollars! In one knicker-buying spree! After suspiciously looking at the receipt to see how a few frilly things on sale could possibly come to such a figure, I discovered that one pair stood out from the crowd at $26.90. That's one hell of an ass-coverer. Lucky it was shiny. I had better receive some appreciative fondling while wearing that one.
Yesterday I gave blood, which went okay despite my apparently weeny veins. I think I had the most senior person, and I felt relieved when my nurse was the one that the other lady was asking for help. I also had to suppress a smile when, at the request for help, my nurse stopped her friendly chat with me and turned to face her colleague with a steel-faced glare. "You'll just have to wait your turn." Tension in the blood bank. Apparently in China, once you give blood three times, you're entitled to free transfusions for yourself and immediate family if you ever need it. As Brian pointed out, "If everybody in China give blood three times, that's a lot of blood." Damn straight.
Speaking of work, I had one of those moments this morning that I knew would have to happen some time - I was locked out, due to the door code being changed and nobody alerting me. Damn them! A lady in a tour bus was waiting outside for a guest and I could imagine her watching my progress as I tried the door code, looked confused, tried it again, looked it up in my phone, tried it again, then grumpily started calling everybody who might be able to help me. Nobody answered their phones, including the hostel phone, and I retreated into the bus. We both waited, a little tense and irritated, for a guest to emerge from the hostel door - Ms Tour Guide so she could leave and not miss the ferry, me so I could get inside my own workplace. I then called my boss, who was thankfully already up and awake, but didn't know the door code either. "I'll try to call them!" he offered. This amused me, because of the personal insult that the other staff members being willing to answer to him, but not me, would have implied (let's not tell her the door code, then deliberately ignore the phone when she calls from the chilly doorstep!). For all the shambles that that place can be, I don't think people are that horrible. Anyway, the late guest on the tour did emerge, I got inside, and hopefully they got to the ferry on time.
All right. Low battery, and that's enough word drip. And another early start tomorrow. Here's to the underachieving British kids on TV.
Monday, January 12, 2009
There's always some excuse
So.
My New Year's resolution is to live in the moment. In the small picture. Is that weird? Not when you use examples. Enjoy the night, don't bog yourself down with thoughts of the next morning's obligations. Be mentally present at work, don't count down the hours until the shift ends. Keep running, just feel the running, try not to anticipate the finish line or it will come more slowly. You remember moments in life, you don't remember transitions between them. So see each moment separately for what it is.
Also: Pay off a grand of HECS each invoice.
Also: Be chatty with guests at the hostel. Nearly everyone has a sympathetic side.
Also: Put myself 'out there', both in a sense of physicality and personality. People, on the whole, like me, but I forget that, and consequently I come off as a little reserved on first impression. So: do things outside of my comfort zone, with people who aren't already inside the personal bubble. Let them in.
Wait, a few more. These are the ones I'm already failing:
Keep my nails nice. Seriously. Torn, uneven nails are not cute. You don't play cops and robbers in the playground these days. You are a big girl now. Evidence: menstruation, ownership of high heels. (I kid.) Big girls have nice nails, ok?
Auf Deutsch mit den deutschen Gaesten zu reden. Look, I don't even know if that's correct. I miss the feeling of navigating my way through successfully through a sentence, my mind laying down the path pieces for my words to skip along. I have deteriorated so much in German, I reckon, and a good lot of that is confidence. Fine, my secondary resolution is to get a HD in German at uni this coming semester. That sounds ambitious for someone who can barely stutter out a phrase on the cuff, but I reckon I could do it - after all, I did get distinctions last year by doing nothing more than the minimum; the push of what I'd learnt in year twelve still carrying me along. Sure, it'll be a step up... but I'll give it my best shot this time.
Alright. Enough resolutions. Its going to be 41 degrees tomorrow, and I'm going to THE BEACH, which is against everything that me and my pasty skin stand for. Its with DW and some of his friends, and I have suspicions that he will want me to be all bikini-body and bare. Dude. This girl does not tan.
For some reason I've been thinking about what I look like lately, not in a body-image problem type way nor in a fit of vanity. Well, maybe it is the latter, in a sense. But I've just been trying to get a guage on what I *actually* look like, and I've been thinking about my outer shell, if you will, with a sense of curious detachment. Sure, there are physical qualities about yourself that you know for fact. But. What else? You get used to seeing pictures of your face, but then you see a shot taken with your face side-on in the background and its weird. So that's what my nose is like from the side? And my chin? Interesting to know. I've been made aware that I have a distinctive jaw, which I would not have ever known about myself had it not been for observant male friends. Then again, one described it as kind of detaching itself from its proper position when I smile, but looking nice (w.t.f?) while another called it 'slightly manly'. And do I have the family nose, which is not a particularly good thing, or does it, as someone said, 'have a very feminine curve'? What does that mean, anyway? Can it be both? When did my skin stop being 'oily/combination' and start up with 'dry/sensitive'? Is that what it even is? Do people see my arms as all pink and freckly, or do they not notice? Is it obvious that one eyebrow has a slightly higher arch than the other, when not properly groomed? Hey, my elbow looks pointy in that photo. Are my elbows pointier than other people's? My hair looks pretty there. But there, my hair looks like a square. Would people describe me as a blonde? And body shape. Clearly I'm on the thin end of the spectrum, and not overly curvy, but... what's my gangliness to grace rating? To some I'm probably 'too scrawny', to others 'petite', to others, dare I say it, 'hot'. My boss declared that I had the same proportions as his six foot, D-cup wife, which... is maybe an exaggeration. But nevertheless, some people seem to see a quite feminine physique, while other sets of roaming eyes pass me over in favour of some more... spantaneous bootay. Shopping for black work pants in a cheap store mainly frequented by thirteen-year-olds and Asians gave me some insight as to why I had slowly come to feel smaller over time... pants declared size ten in that little store are skin tight, while in big-girl-shopping land a size ten may slip entirely past the waist and cling for dear life on the pitiful semblance of hips. I haven't shrunk since early teen years... good to know! Of course, this is all getting into people's personal preferences of attraction, which really is vanity territory, but I just want some objectivity, damnit!
Alright. This entry is certainly more than enough introspection for one night. Let me look outside of myself for a minute, and talk about:
Twilight. Overall, I have to admit that I was kind of 'meh'. There were bits that were good, bits that were sexy or exciting, but I felt like I could tell that the author liked writing those parts too so put all her energy there and then just burbled her way through the joining-up-parts. I was passively entertained, but I don't know that I'd jump straight to the sequel.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I realised how biased I was when I looked up reviews after the movie, and decided not to read the unfavourable ones because they clearly didn't get it. Haha. Something which I haven't yet seen mentioned, is that it made me feel that being 'old' wouldn't be all that bad... going backward through the years makes it look like, wow, 65 is really a spring chicken! And what superb physical condition he's in at 50! For a moment there I thought it would be better if there was no real connection between the man in the diary and the woman reading, because it would give it this sort of existential touch, a suggestion of the way we metaphorically bump into each other and see brief glimpes into each other's lives. But I think it was actually better how they did it. I liked the ending, with the baby's eyes a nice creepy touch. Plus, Brad Pitt is sexy. There was a point where it was like the producers flipped a switch and it was like, there he is! Goodbye weird old-man relationship, hello Mr Hot Stuff!
I'm looking forward to the Time Traveller's Wife coming out, but I have a feeling that although TTTW could be done justice with that same depth of emotion, it... won't be. Hm. We'll see.
The Island of The Colourblind: I got this for Christmas and I'm still reading it - it's not something that you whip through in a frenzy, but I like it. I have a soft spot for non-fiction tales of biology, especially ones with copious digressing footnotes, and I like thinking about the bizarre yet totally fateful occurrences on our planet. I plan to read more of Oliver Sacks stuff... He lets me, who can never go back to 'hard sciences', see more of our intriguing world.
Alright. It's late. Enough.
My New Year's resolution is to live in the moment. In the small picture. Is that weird? Not when you use examples. Enjoy the night, don't bog yourself down with thoughts of the next morning's obligations. Be mentally present at work, don't count down the hours until the shift ends. Keep running, just feel the running, try not to anticipate the finish line or it will come more slowly. You remember moments in life, you don't remember transitions between them. So see each moment separately for what it is.
Also: Pay off a grand of HECS each invoice.
Also: Be chatty with guests at the hostel. Nearly everyone has a sympathetic side.
Also: Put myself 'out there', both in a sense of physicality and personality. People, on the whole, like me, but I forget that, and consequently I come off as a little reserved on first impression. So: do things outside of my comfort zone, with people who aren't already inside the personal bubble. Let them in.
Wait, a few more. These are the ones I'm already failing:
Keep my nails nice. Seriously. Torn, uneven nails are not cute. You don't play cops and robbers in the playground these days. You are a big girl now. Evidence: menstruation, ownership of high heels. (I kid.) Big girls have nice nails, ok?
Auf Deutsch mit den deutschen Gaesten zu reden. Look, I don't even know if that's correct. I miss the feeling of navigating my way through successfully through a sentence, my mind laying down the path pieces for my words to skip along. I have deteriorated so much in German, I reckon, and a good lot of that is confidence. Fine, my secondary resolution is to get a HD in German at uni this coming semester. That sounds ambitious for someone who can barely stutter out a phrase on the cuff, but I reckon I could do it - after all, I did get distinctions last year by doing nothing more than the minimum; the push of what I'd learnt in year twelve still carrying me along. Sure, it'll be a step up... but I'll give it my best shot this time.
Alright. Enough resolutions. Its going to be 41 degrees tomorrow, and I'm going to THE BEACH, which is against everything that me and my pasty skin stand for. Its with DW and some of his friends, and I have suspicions that he will want me to be all bikini-body and bare. Dude. This girl does not tan.
For some reason I've been thinking about what I look like lately, not in a body-image problem type way nor in a fit of vanity. Well, maybe it is the latter, in a sense. But I've just been trying to get a guage on what I *actually* look like, and I've been thinking about my outer shell, if you will, with a sense of curious detachment. Sure, there are physical qualities about yourself that you know for fact. But. What else? You get used to seeing pictures of your face, but then you see a shot taken with your face side-on in the background and its weird. So that's what my nose is like from the side? And my chin? Interesting to know. I've been made aware that I have a distinctive jaw, which I would not have ever known about myself had it not been for observant male friends. Then again, one described it as kind of detaching itself from its proper position when I smile, but looking nice (w.t.f?) while another called it 'slightly manly'. And do I have the family nose, which is not a particularly good thing, or does it, as someone said, 'have a very feminine curve'? What does that mean, anyway? Can it be both? When did my skin stop being 'oily/combination' and start up with 'dry/sensitive'? Is that what it even is? Do people see my arms as all pink and freckly, or do they not notice? Is it obvious that one eyebrow has a slightly higher arch than the other, when not properly groomed? Hey, my elbow looks pointy in that photo. Are my elbows pointier than other people's? My hair looks pretty there. But there, my hair looks like a square. Would people describe me as a blonde? And body shape. Clearly I'm on the thin end of the spectrum, and not overly curvy, but... what's my gangliness to grace rating? To some I'm probably 'too scrawny', to others 'petite', to others, dare I say it, 'hot'. My boss declared that I had the same proportions as his six foot, D-cup wife, which... is maybe an exaggeration. But nevertheless, some people seem to see a quite feminine physique, while other sets of roaming eyes pass me over in favour of some more... spantaneous bootay. Shopping for black work pants in a cheap store mainly frequented by thirteen-year-olds and Asians gave me some insight as to why I had slowly come to feel smaller over time... pants declared size ten in that little store are skin tight, while in big-girl-shopping land a size ten may slip entirely past the waist and cling for dear life on the pitiful semblance of hips. I haven't shrunk since early teen years... good to know! Of course, this is all getting into people's personal preferences of attraction, which really is vanity territory, but I just want some objectivity, damnit!
Alright. This entry is certainly more than enough introspection for one night. Let me look outside of myself for a minute, and talk about:
Twilight. Overall, I have to admit that I was kind of 'meh'. There were bits that were good, bits that were sexy or exciting, but I felt like I could tell that the author liked writing those parts too so put all her energy there and then just burbled her way through the joining-up-parts. I was passively entertained, but I don't know that I'd jump straight to the sequel.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I realised how biased I was when I looked up reviews after the movie, and decided not to read the unfavourable ones because they clearly didn't get it. Haha. Something which I haven't yet seen mentioned, is that it made me feel that being 'old' wouldn't be all that bad... going backward through the years makes it look like, wow, 65 is really a spring chicken! And what superb physical condition he's in at 50! For a moment there I thought it would be better if there was no real connection between the man in the diary and the woman reading, because it would give it this sort of existential touch, a suggestion of the way we metaphorically bump into each other and see brief glimpes into each other's lives. But I think it was actually better how they did it. I liked the ending, with the baby's eyes a nice creepy touch. Plus, Brad Pitt is sexy. There was a point where it was like the producers flipped a switch and it was like, there he is! Goodbye weird old-man relationship, hello Mr Hot Stuff!
I'm looking forward to the Time Traveller's Wife coming out, but I have a feeling that although TTTW could be done justice with that same depth of emotion, it... won't be. Hm. We'll see.
The Island of The Colourblind: I got this for Christmas and I'm still reading it - it's not something that you whip through in a frenzy, but I like it. I have a soft spot for non-fiction tales of biology, especially ones with copious digressing footnotes, and I like thinking about the bizarre yet totally fateful occurrences on our planet. I plan to read more of Oliver Sacks stuff... He lets me, who can never go back to 'hard sciences', see more of our intriguing world.
Alright. It's late. Enough.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
2008 in Retro Specs
1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?
Uhm. Sex comes to mind. Plus, I guess, attending uni and all that entails, working at the hostel and all that entails. But if we have to be specific, I’m gonna go with the sex :P
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Heh. I just looked through some old scribbly notes, and some of my resolutions last year included: Don’t Nag DW, Speak More Articulately about Your Feelings, Keep Track of Where You Spend Money, Have Open Body Language (?). I’m gonna go with a success on the first, and a work-in-progress on the second, a 'meh' on the third, and an overly-self-aware shrug on the fourth. I'm sure I'll have resolutions this year too, although they haven't been completely formulated yet. That'll be a January job ;)
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
A girl who I was friends at school with did. Seeing as how my only contact with her has been through facebook, however, 'close' is maybe a bit too strong.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Closer to other people than to me. A family friend. DW's Oma.
5. What countries did you visit?
Only my own =)
6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?
Ooh. Hm. I'm lucky in life. So the true answer is that I just want to hold onto all the good things in 2009... health and happiness, both my own and of those who I love... good friends, a good relationship with a wonderful guy, fulfilment in study, work, and personal pursuits. If I have to give a non-cliche answer, maybe I'd go with being always content with the balance between the last three.
7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
...None?
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Actually... I'd have to say I'm pretty proud of doing well at uni. Two high distinctions in first year law, booyah.
9. What was your biggest failure?
First thing that comes to mind was crying after (well, not right after) my new boss told me he thought I would have been better, way back at the start of the year. A bad day maybe, but come on. So I'd say my biggest failure was not dealing with (temporary!) failure.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nothing extreme =)
11. What was the best thing you bought?
Ooh. Hm. Seriously, I don't know. Were there any presents that went particularly appreciated? Awesome clothing buys? Thrifty gadgets? I don't think there were any thrifty gadgets. Pass.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
My handsome Chinese colleague's, for being a perfect gentleman on many uncelebrated occasions. My former nut-shop boss, who began as manager at a new store a good twenty years younger than the old shop stalwarts and was incredibly tactful, good-humoured and diplomatic for the time that she was there.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Two buddies from school who reportedly came to DWs birthday celebration so they could feel 'better than everyone else'. Wtf? I know the joke is on them because it is the fact that nobody really likes them anymore that has led to all this bitter kicked-dog behaviour, which then leads to them being avoided even more... and of course they were the ones who had nothing better to do with a Saturday night than go to a party with people they don't like. I mean, who is the loser here? But neverthless, the whole scenario, including the fact that they were both once very good friends of mine, leads to me feeling appalled and depressed.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Probably food and clothes.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Booking a trip to Turkey, which then became a trip to Borneo.
16. What song will always remind you of 2008?
A bit hard to say without retrospect, isn't it? Like what if one song continues to be a hit into 2009 and 2010 while another fades away, only ever to be thought if in association with this year? Just for shits and giggles, I'll go with 'Kissed a Girl', by Katy Perry, for a pop culture reference, and 'I Got the Way' by Kate Miller Heidke for a personal reference, because even though it may not have been released in 2008, I only listened to it this year. And, while others on her Little Eve album (like Mama and Little Adam) may last as favourites, that song wasn't all that awesome, so will probably only remind me of the time when I had that CD in the car. Also, the references to rearranging your life and finding the right, well, 'way' have been particularly pertinent to the first year navigated without the structure of school. So it has a kind of real meaning too.
...Um, ok, overzealous answer much?
(Speaking of things that remind you of other things, use of the word 'zealous' always reminds me of playing this personality-quiz maze computer game that would ask you questions and give you a list of adjectives describing you when you finished the maze. I may have been described as zealous.)
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:a) happier or sadder?b) thinner or fatter?c) richer or poorer?
a) I'm pretty content now, but I imagine last year I may have been happier in a more... exuberant fashion... what with the end of year 12 and the year ahead being much less easily imaginable.
b) No idea, really, but I feel kind of fat now after the consumption of many Christmas chocolates =P
c) Richer, I'd say.
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
I probably should have done more with uni aquaintances in breaks and whatnot, in order to make more friends. Dashing off to do something really un-urgent, like going to the library or getting lunch by myself, is so me. Um... and maybe more running. And more watching of worthy movies. Maybe next year I should gather up all the people who I chat to casually in tutorials and enforce some sort of weekly communal jogging-cum-film-watching session. Yeah, that'd work.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Work? In the retail-drone sense, not in the uni sense.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
One side of the family came over for a casual barbeque, the other side were visited for a more keyed-up fancy we-made-all-the-food-green-and-red-and-now-we're-going-to-sing-carols thing. On Christmas Day itself we had lunch at the house of relatives on the former-mentioned family side.
21. Did you fall in love in 2008?
Only more so =P
22. What was your favorite TV program?
Gotta go with Scrubs on DVD.
23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Nah, I don't really do hate.
24. What was the best book you read?
Hm... Recently, I really liked 'Joe, the Only Boy in The World', a philosophical discussion of what it means to be human as written by the father of an autistic boy. I can't really remember what I read further back. Was 'The Time Traveller's Wife' this year or last year? It gets an honourable mention anyway. I guess I was introduced to a few classics at uni if we're going to go for an objective best, of which my favourite was probably Camus' 'The Outsider'.
25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
DeVotchka, or Vampire Weekend.
26. What did you want and get?
The job at the hostel. Some Christmas stuff, I guess.
27. What did you want and not get?
Well, I haven't got around to spending the money on an 8g Ipod yet. I'm waiting until I really have the time to tinker with labelling songs and creating playlists. However, I seem to have the time to write a post full of blah blah like this, so maybe I should get onto that.
28. What was your favorite film of this year?
I... dunno. Gosh, if I'm so bad with slicing up the blur of the past into '2008' and 'everything else' when I'm this age, hows it going to be when a few more decades add up? Let's see, David gave me The Green Mile for Christmas last year, so chances are I probably watched it in 2008. Lets go with that. Because I don't think I saw anything really noteworthy at the cinemas.
29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I was nineteen, and I didn't do a lot, really, because I was too apathetic beforehand to organise a party. OMG AGAIN WITH THE MIDDLE AGED RESPONSE. How sad, I have entered the stage where birthdays are a once-a-decade-or-so celebration. Be it known that next year I will rebel against this trend, and have a killer 20th! To be fair, I did spend time with lovely friends and family and boyfriend, just not all at once, and there were negligible amounts of alcohol. For shame.
30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
I can't speculate on something like that. My year was plenty safisfying.
31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
Well according to a male buddy, in winter I wore skirts, tights, boots, and the colours blue and purple predictably often. Maybe I still had some private school nostalgia. Or not. "No longer restricted to her school uniform, skinny pale chick swaps below-the-knee for minis, Clarks lace-ups for heels, and a school blazer for a fitted jacket!" Woot.
32. What kept you sane?
I'm gonna go with DW?
33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Ooh. Obama =P
34. What political issue stirred you the most?
Well, some US states nullifying the same sex marriages which they had previously allowed... that kinda sucked.
35. Who did you miss?
There were times when I missed some acquaintances and teachers from school, I guess. But the good friends were always around for the seeing.
36. Who was the best new person you met?
I'm getting tired of this quiz now, which is a shame because I feel I'm going to do the best new person I met an injustice and be all 'meh' about them. Probably one of the people from the hostel, or maybe the stand-out new uni friend.
37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.
So close to the end, and this hardcore question? Life lessons are best slowly absorbed, leaking through the paper towel of your outer being until you are all soaked through with said lesson but you couldn't have picked the point at which you went from being mostly dry to mostly wet. Not put in a little carefully-labelled capsule and swallowed whole.
38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
See question #16 =P "I've been busy rearranging/Where I get off and where I get on..."
Another Kate Miller-Heidke: "My favourite place is me and you." (Naw.)
Note: I am not normally this KMH obsessed. Nor do I think of myself so much in relation to school. Ah well. Here's to another year.
(And to one with a pretty number. 09 has a much nicer mental aesthetic than 08, and is certainly better than the clinical 2010. What a pity that seven eight nine.)
Uhm. Sex comes to mind. Plus, I guess, attending uni and all that entails, working at the hostel and all that entails. But if we have to be specific, I’m gonna go with the sex :P
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Heh. I just looked through some old scribbly notes, and some of my resolutions last year included: Don’t Nag DW, Speak More Articulately about Your Feelings, Keep Track of Where You Spend Money, Have Open Body Language (?). I’m gonna go with a success on the first, and a work-in-progress on the second, a 'meh' on the third, and an overly-self-aware shrug on the fourth. I'm sure I'll have resolutions this year too, although they haven't been completely formulated yet. That'll be a January job ;)
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
A girl who I was friends at school with did. Seeing as how my only contact with her has been through facebook, however, 'close' is maybe a bit too strong.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Closer to other people than to me. A family friend. DW's Oma.
5. What countries did you visit?
Only my own =)
6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?
Ooh. Hm. I'm lucky in life. So the true answer is that I just want to hold onto all the good things in 2009... health and happiness, both my own and of those who I love... good friends, a good relationship with a wonderful guy, fulfilment in study, work, and personal pursuits. If I have to give a non-cliche answer, maybe I'd go with being always content with the balance between the last three.
7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
...None?
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Actually... I'd have to say I'm pretty proud of doing well at uni. Two high distinctions in first year law, booyah.
9. What was your biggest failure?
First thing that comes to mind was crying after (well, not right after) my new boss told me he thought I would have been better, way back at the start of the year. A bad day maybe, but come on. So I'd say my biggest failure was not dealing with (temporary!) failure.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nothing extreme =)
11. What was the best thing you bought?
Ooh. Hm. Seriously, I don't know. Were there any presents that went particularly appreciated? Awesome clothing buys? Thrifty gadgets? I don't think there were any thrifty gadgets. Pass.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
My handsome Chinese colleague's, for being a perfect gentleman on many uncelebrated occasions. My former nut-shop boss, who began as manager at a new store a good twenty years younger than the old shop stalwarts and was incredibly tactful, good-humoured and diplomatic for the time that she was there.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Two buddies from school who reportedly came to DWs birthday celebration so they could feel 'better than everyone else'. Wtf? I know the joke is on them because it is the fact that nobody really likes them anymore that has led to all this bitter kicked-dog behaviour, which then leads to them being avoided even more... and of course they were the ones who had nothing better to do with a Saturday night than go to a party with people they don't like. I mean, who is the loser here? But neverthless, the whole scenario, including the fact that they were both once very good friends of mine, leads to me feeling appalled and depressed.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Probably food and clothes.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Booking a trip to Turkey, which then became a trip to Borneo.
16. What song will always remind you of 2008?
A bit hard to say without retrospect, isn't it? Like what if one song continues to be a hit into 2009 and 2010 while another fades away, only ever to be thought if in association with this year? Just for shits and giggles, I'll go with 'Kissed a Girl', by Katy Perry, for a pop culture reference, and 'I Got the Way' by Kate Miller Heidke for a personal reference, because even though it may not have been released in 2008, I only listened to it this year. And, while others on her Little Eve album (like Mama and Little Adam) may last as favourites, that song wasn't all that awesome, so will probably only remind me of the time when I had that CD in the car. Also, the references to rearranging your life and finding the right, well, 'way' have been particularly pertinent to the first year navigated without the structure of school. So it has a kind of real meaning too.
...Um, ok, overzealous answer much?
(Speaking of things that remind you of other things, use of the word 'zealous' always reminds me of playing this personality-quiz maze computer game that would ask you questions and give you a list of adjectives describing you when you finished the maze. I may have been described as zealous.)
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:a) happier or sadder?b) thinner or fatter?c) richer or poorer?
a) I'm pretty content now, but I imagine last year I may have been happier in a more... exuberant fashion... what with the end of year 12 and the year ahead being much less easily imaginable.
b) No idea, really, but I feel kind of fat now after the consumption of many Christmas chocolates =P
c) Richer, I'd say.
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
I probably should have done more with uni aquaintances in breaks and whatnot, in order to make more friends. Dashing off to do something really un-urgent, like going to the library or getting lunch by myself, is so me. Um... and maybe more running. And more watching of worthy movies. Maybe next year I should gather up all the people who I chat to casually in tutorials and enforce some sort of weekly communal jogging-cum-film-watching session. Yeah, that'd work.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Work? In the retail-drone sense, not in the uni sense.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
One side of the family came over for a casual barbeque, the other side were visited for a more keyed-up fancy we-made-all-the-food-green-and-red-and-now-we're-going-to-sing-carols thing. On Christmas Day itself we had lunch at the house of relatives on the former-mentioned family side.
21. Did you fall in love in 2008?
Only more so =P
22. What was your favorite TV program?
Gotta go with Scrubs on DVD.
23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Nah, I don't really do hate.
24. What was the best book you read?
Hm... Recently, I really liked 'Joe, the Only Boy in The World', a philosophical discussion of what it means to be human as written by the father of an autistic boy. I can't really remember what I read further back. Was 'The Time Traveller's Wife' this year or last year? It gets an honourable mention anyway. I guess I was introduced to a few classics at uni if we're going to go for an objective best, of which my favourite was probably Camus' 'The Outsider'.
25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
DeVotchka, or Vampire Weekend.
26. What did you want and get?
The job at the hostel. Some Christmas stuff, I guess.
27. What did you want and not get?
Well, I haven't got around to spending the money on an 8g Ipod yet. I'm waiting until I really have the time to tinker with labelling songs and creating playlists. However, I seem to have the time to write a post full of blah blah like this, so maybe I should get onto that.
28. What was your favorite film of this year?
I... dunno. Gosh, if I'm so bad with slicing up the blur of the past into '2008' and 'everything else' when I'm this age, hows it going to be when a few more decades add up? Let's see, David gave me The Green Mile for Christmas last year, so chances are I probably watched it in 2008. Lets go with that. Because I don't think I saw anything really noteworthy at the cinemas.
29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I was nineteen, and I didn't do a lot, really, because I was too apathetic beforehand to organise a party. OMG AGAIN WITH THE MIDDLE AGED RESPONSE. How sad, I have entered the stage where birthdays are a once-a-decade-or-so celebration. Be it known that next year I will rebel against this trend, and have a killer 20th! To be fair, I did spend time with lovely friends and family and boyfriend, just not all at once, and there were negligible amounts of alcohol. For shame.
30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
I can't speculate on something like that. My year was plenty safisfying.
31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
Well according to a male buddy, in winter I wore skirts, tights, boots, and the colours blue and purple predictably often. Maybe I still had some private school nostalgia. Or not. "No longer restricted to her school uniform, skinny pale chick swaps below-the-knee for minis, Clarks lace-ups for heels, and a school blazer for a fitted jacket!" Woot.
32. What kept you sane?
I'm gonna go with DW?
33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Ooh. Obama =P
34. What political issue stirred you the most?
Well, some US states nullifying the same sex marriages which they had previously allowed... that kinda sucked.
35. Who did you miss?
There were times when I missed some acquaintances and teachers from school, I guess. But the good friends were always around for the seeing.
36. Who was the best new person you met?
I'm getting tired of this quiz now, which is a shame because I feel I'm going to do the best new person I met an injustice and be all 'meh' about them. Probably one of the people from the hostel, or maybe the stand-out new uni friend.
37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.
So close to the end, and this hardcore question? Life lessons are best slowly absorbed, leaking through the paper towel of your outer being until you are all soaked through with said lesson but you couldn't have picked the point at which you went from being mostly dry to mostly wet. Not put in a little carefully-labelled capsule and swallowed whole.
38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
See question #16 =P "I've been busy rearranging/Where I get off and where I get on..."
Another Kate Miller-Heidke: "My favourite place is me and you." (Naw.)
Note: I am not normally this KMH obsessed. Nor do I think of myself so much in relation to school. Ah well. Here's to another year.
(And to one with a pretty number. 09 has a much nicer mental aesthetic than 08, and is certainly better than the clinical 2010. What a pity that seven eight nine.)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Christmas list
Christmas shopping pretty much done!
To date:
Mum: Hemp Hand Cream
Dad: Top Gear DVD
Sister: A piece of paper denoting a $50 Subway voucher (!)
Family Secret Santa (female cousin): A book of 'don'ts for ballerinas' from 1925 and a Sportsgirl voucher
Other Side of Family 'Random' Secret Santa: A book about letters being used as words* (ok, it fit under the $10 limit and I'm hoping it'll be a 'ooh, that's noice/different/unusual' type thing for one of the word game types)
Friend: A book of 'Camping for Dummies' to complement our vague plans, and a scrapbook for (gluten free) recipes
Other Friend: A Lonely Planet book about ethical travelling, and an Indian-made scarf and cushion cover
DW: Two teeshirts (one sporty one that he liked, one sexy one that meets his stringent requirements**), Mosby's Drug Guide for his future reference, an encyclopedia of dogs that he liked but couldn't justify buying for himself.
STILL REQUIRED:
A $10 unisex something for a friends-group gift exchange...
Another $10 thing for a work gift exchange... I'm looking for a fake mobile phone to fill with lollies, as the phone of the girl I'm buying for is apparently broken
*cough* condoms for DW... just a joke to add to his present, and I guess its about time I buy them
The prettying-up of some recipes to stick in the scrapbook
*No v-necks, no big logos, no crazy patterns, no crazy colours.
** i.e. 'x' can mean x marks the spot, a chromosome, crossing something out, a mysterious name, etc
To date:
Mum: Hemp Hand Cream
Dad: Top Gear DVD
Sister: A piece of paper denoting a $50 Subway voucher (!)
Family Secret Santa (female cousin): A book of 'don'ts for ballerinas' from 1925 and a Sportsgirl voucher
Other Side of Family 'Random' Secret Santa: A book about letters being used as words* (ok, it fit under the $10 limit and I'm hoping it'll be a 'ooh, that's noice/different/unusual' type thing for one of the word game types)
Friend: A book of 'Camping for Dummies' to complement our vague plans, and a scrapbook for (gluten free) recipes
Other Friend: A Lonely Planet book about ethical travelling, and an Indian-made scarf and cushion cover
DW: Two teeshirts (one sporty one that he liked, one sexy one that meets his stringent requirements**), Mosby's Drug Guide for his future reference, an encyclopedia of dogs that he liked but couldn't justify buying for himself.
STILL REQUIRED:
A $10 unisex something for a friends-group gift exchange...
Another $10 thing for a work gift exchange... I'm looking for a fake mobile phone to fill with lollies, as the phone of the girl I'm buying for is apparently broken
*cough* condoms for DW... just a joke to add to his present, and I guess its about time I buy them
The prettying-up of some recipes to stick in the scrapbook
*No v-necks, no big logos, no crazy patterns, no crazy colours.
** i.e. 'x' can mean x marks the spot, a chromosome, crossing something out, a mysterious name, etc
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Asleep in Imperfection
The computers at work used to be somehow linked with those at our 'sister' hostel, so someone there could take temporary control of our screen to run software protection programs or whatever. The curser would start moving at its own accord despite any attempts of my own to change its direction, programs would be clicked on and opened, and even after I knew what was happening I still liked to stare at the screen in a 'whoa, my computers gone crazy!' way. The fact that somebody could at any moment log in to 'my screen' and see what I was looking at served as a vague, but not particularly heeded, incentive not to slack off with too much free internet browsing. However, with the purchase of a new computer, I had erroneously figured that this little trick could no longer be done. Unfortunately there's nothing TOO exciting/humiliating to report, but yes, it can be done, and the cute young computer guy can intrude on your message board browsing. He was very sweet and would not even close 'my crap' when I said he could, and told me the icon to look out for which would come up when someone logged on next time. Funny thing was that minutes before I had actually considered posting on here. I'm quite glad I did not, because while its not particularly juicy its certainly a more overt invasion of privacy and would have been all the more embarrassing.
Said computer guy, who has a somewhat girly name reminiscent of bananas in pajamas, is actually a pretty awesome person to have around. The first time he came into reception to do something I had to message one of my friends purely to tell them that the hottest guy was here. When he turned out to be sweet, clever and actually a lot of fun to talk crap with, I became even gladder that he was hired to work on our computers and being paid in 'credit' (i.e. free accommodation and beer) rather than actually just paid and sent on his way. The nights that I was house sitting for my aunt in a suburb close to the city I left late after wasting time talking to him about sea creatures. Then last shift we shared quite a giggle over my sleazy and short boss's antics, including his insistence that his chair be as high as possible. Good times.
So, I'm...
-Listening to an Augie March CD which my dad kindly downloaded for me.
- About to start planning my timetable for next year, which is always kinda exciting, but actually ridiculously happy to be on holidays.
- Still only working one day a week at the nut shop, which is perfectly fine by me as that day is getting busier and busier as we move into December and typically entails being responsible for the store as well as a heap of 'newies' who vary in degrees of competency. Actually, I don't mind training and helping the younger girls, but I don't like the feeling of being stressed and overwhelmed with the knowledge that its on my (and one other older girl's) shoulders to run and organise everything. I was kind of glad the young ones stayed until almost 5:30 last Saturday, and left seeing that we were still there with work to do. Yes, this is why we get stroppy when you stand around doing nothing!
Its not that bad, in fact most of the girls are quite good and I'm sure they're held to higher expectations than we were when we started. Even the ones who aren't the brightest have amusement value. (You stopped filling because the box ran out? Why, isn't it lucky that it's on top of a pile of new boxes! You dragged me over to ask whether a lady with 'some discount thing' could get it off the total price or just one gift? You know, I think the large writing that states ONE SINGLE GIFT might give us the answer there!)
I just need to work on my perception. Mind over matter. There's got to be a balance between 'meh, fuck it' (i.e. being happy for every second customer to leave in frustration and for the store to be a disgusting mess) and 'aagh!' (i.e. giving a shit and rushing around trying to stop the above happening). What would the nuts (eh. heh.) who have succeeded in this company say? Something like, "I really thrive on the challenge of leadership in a busy and dynamic environment!"? Pity that makes me feel a little naseous, otherwise it could become my new mantra...
Anyway. I also...
- Am on the lookout for books I want to read/get for Christmas. At this stage my
'list' is only non-fiction stuff about consciousness and neurological wackiness, as well as something about the history of censorship in art. I'm also reading 'how-to' library books about writing fiction, which is a topic I somehow enjoy reading passively about, but actual fiction? Not so much with the reading it. Or even the writing of it, despite what a peruser of my check-out list might believe.
- Began running again as of yesterday, which made me surprisingly happy.
- Have birthday and Christmas presents pretty much sorted for some people, but not at all with others. Hmm.
- Feel an abstract urge towards domestic pursuits like cooking and growing plants in my room. I could grow a plant in my room! Like a window box or something! What a revolutionary idea.
- Am particularly fond of the lamented notion of purity in 'There is No Such Place'. Whatever that means.
- Know that I've got two distinctions so far, and am pretty confident of a third. That sounds impressive until you look at the fact that my grade for torts is actually like ten percent lower than it was in the first semester... how did that happen? Oh wait, I know how it happened.
- Feel like watching an episode of Scrubs before I pick up my sister from work... so best I stop blathering.
Said computer guy, who has a somewhat girly name reminiscent of bananas in pajamas, is actually a pretty awesome person to have around. The first time he came into reception to do something I had to message one of my friends purely to tell them that the hottest guy was here. When he turned out to be sweet, clever and actually a lot of fun to talk crap with, I became even gladder that he was hired to work on our computers and being paid in 'credit' (i.e. free accommodation and beer) rather than actually just paid and sent on his way. The nights that I was house sitting for my aunt in a suburb close to the city I left late after wasting time talking to him about sea creatures. Then last shift we shared quite a giggle over my sleazy and short boss's antics, including his insistence that his chair be as high as possible. Good times.
So, I'm...
-Listening to an Augie March CD which my dad kindly downloaded for me.
- About to start planning my timetable for next year, which is always kinda exciting, but actually ridiculously happy to be on holidays.
- Still only working one day a week at the nut shop, which is perfectly fine by me as that day is getting busier and busier as we move into December and typically entails being responsible for the store as well as a heap of 'newies' who vary in degrees of competency. Actually, I don't mind training and helping the younger girls, but I don't like the feeling of being stressed and overwhelmed with the knowledge that its on my (and one other older girl's) shoulders to run and organise everything. I was kind of glad the young ones stayed until almost 5:30 last Saturday, and left seeing that we were still there with work to do. Yes, this is why we get stroppy when you stand around doing nothing!
Its not that bad, in fact most of the girls are quite good and I'm sure they're held to higher expectations than we were when we started. Even the ones who aren't the brightest have amusement value. (You stopped filling because the box ran out? Why, isn't it lucky that it's on top of a pile of new boxes! You dragged me over to ask whether a lady with 'some discount thing' could get it off the total price or just one gift? You know, I think the large writing that states ONE SINGLE GIFT might give us the answer there!)
I just need to work on my perception. Mind over matter. There's got to be a balance between 'meh, fuck it' (i.e. being happy for every second customer to leave in frustration and for the store to be a disgusting mess) and 'aagh!' (i.e. giving a shit and rushing around trying to stop the above happening). What would the nuts (eh. heh.) who have succeeded in this company say? Something like, "I really thrive on the challenge of leadership in a busy and dynamic environment!"? Pity that makes me feel a little naseous, otherwise it could become my new mantra...
Anyway. I also...
- Am on the lookout for books I want to read/get for Christmas. At this stage my
'list' is only non-fiction stuff about consciousness and neurological wackiness, as well as something about the history of censorship in art. I'm also reading 'how-to' library books about writing fiction, which is a topic I somehow enjoy reading passively about, but actual fiction? Not so much with the reading it. Or even the writing of it, despite what a peruser of my check-out list might believe.
- Began running again as of yesterday, which made me surprisingly happy.
- Have birthday and Christmas presents pretty much sorted for some people, but not at all with others. Hmm.
- Feel an abstract urge towards domestic pursuits like cooking and growing plants in my room. I could grow a plant in my room! Like a window box or something! What a revolutionary idea.
- Am particularly fond of the lamented notion of purity in 'There is No Such Place'. Whatever that means.
- Know that I've got two distinctions so far, and am pretty confident of a third. That sounds impressive until you look at the fact that my grade for torts is actually like ten percent lower than it was in the first semester... how did that happen? Oh wait, I know how it happened.
- Feel like watching an episode of Scrubs before I pick up my sister from work... so best I stop blathering.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Friday Freefall
New appointments:
My little sister has just been employed at her first job, a music store. Despite her being one of the youngest and least musically hardcore people at the interview group, her sunny disposition and the cheap cost of junior labour seem to have worked in her favour. If this leads to her wanting to get those large holes in her earlobes, I picked it first.
DW has been offered a position with the state ambulance services, after a long and arduous selection process. He won't start until next year though.
Turkey plans changed: Destination Burneo! Orangutangs, mountain climbing, snorkelling, beaches. I'm excited. Ok, it's not booked yet, but H and I are both pretty certain and confident. Cheaper airfares, a tour that's more inclusive of what we want to do and fits between semesters, relatively safer area (if you don't count jungle fever, I guess). (Real question: what is jungle feature? Can you catch it in Burneo?)
Although some people claim to need study days, etc, and others are working at their supermarket storeman jobs at 5:30 am tomorrow, I'm going to DW's house soon to hang out. This prospect has brightened my mood. Now I'm going to eat some soup.
My little sister has just been employed at her first job, a music store. Despite her being one of the youngest and least musically hardcore people at the interview group, her sunny disposition and the cheap cost of junior labour seem to have worked in her favour. If this leads to her wanting to get those large holes in her earlobes, I picked it first.
DW has been offered a position with the state ambulance services, after a long and arduous selection process. He won't start until next year though.
Turkey plans changed: Destination Burneo! Orangutangs, mountain climbing, snorkelling, beaches. I'm excited. Ok, it's not booked yet, but H and I are both pretty certain and confident. Cheaper airfares, a tour that's more inclusive of what we want to do and fits between semesters, relatively safer area (if you don't count jungle fever, I guess). (Real question: what is jungle feature? Can you catch it in Burneo?)
Although some people claim to need study days, etc, and others are working at their supermarket storeman jobs at 5:30 am tomorrow, I'm going to DW's house soon to hang out. This prospect has brightened my mood. Now I'm going to eat some soup.
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