I feel like I've been posting some really poor stuff on here. I remember when I used to blog about my friends and I would get shit tonnes of comments. Who doesn't like to read about themselves? I know I do. I guess I should start again... Reel in the readers.
Anyway, I was meant to have lunch with Big Michelle after our lectures today but... she had other plans (Big Michelle, do you give me permission to write stuff about that here or is that a nogo?). So, I went off to find somewhere to sit and eat. Then I thought to myself, "Fuck this. I don't want to be alone right now. Give me stimulation, please." So I send out various texts to (in this respective order): Little Mishelle, Sarah and Kim. Little Mishelle replies back with this: "SOZ BRO, I'M IN STUDIO SCARFING DOWN FOOD SO I CAN GET BACK TO WORK 'COS I'M A WORK FREAK," except not in so many words but I could just sense the hysteria from reading her text. Naturally, I was all, "Pfft, this bitch," and replied with as much. She just kept saying, "Soz bro," what a little devil. Sarah replies back with something about Susan Boyle and how much she loves her? I forget.
Here's when I blacked out and fell down the Sciby steps (har har, just jokes).
I get a call from Kim and meet her in the Susan Boyle meeting room (I know, UWA is so with the times, naming a room after a 2008 ? X Factor contestant). I meet Sarah at the bottom of the stairs. It's an ominous start. She leads me up the staircase and I walk into...
A RELAY FOR LIFE MEETING.
They have me NO indication WHATSOEVER of what I was walking into. I'm sorry but for those who know me, I generally lack any moral fibre or community spirit or sympathy or empathy or anything like that. So, I sat awkwardly on my chair (sharing with Sarah) while listening to some random talk about running in circles for 24 hours (a little concerning, but whatever, some people like running...). I don't know, was I the only one a little annoyed by her demeanour? I found her kind of pompous. I generally tend to nitpick on people like that because they just grate on my nerves. I feel like any second they're going to jump into this spiel about how their grandfather was a war veteran and that's why Anzac Day is so special to them.
Sorry, was that too harsh? Lol 'sif.
Anyway, things got better when we went downstairs to the Refectory to eat some food. That I approve of. And we met Peter, Travis and Helen. I swear, the Refectory is some sort of watering hole where all the Badass Ballaz Kids go to hang.
I kind of find Peter a bit irritating too (shh...). Peter just strikes me as so phony sometimes with how he's all philosophical and ironic and shit. I feel like saying, "Buddy, stfu. We get it. You're philosophical. Now go eat some cake." There's nothing wrong with being thought provoking but Lord, not everyone is like that 24/7. Does he ever think to himself, "Gee, I'm hungy. Where's that KFC voucher?" or, "I really really need to chuck a piss." I'm sure he does but he just doesn't want to tarnish people's perception of him as some sort of modern day Aristotle. I don't think so, buddy.
Also, every single time I've been to the Ref since school started, I practically see Helen there every time. She is like the Queen of the Ref or something with her minions making her sandwiches and shit. Bitch is trippin'. Has she not heard of Broadway and their sumptuous kebabs and noodles and things of deliciousness?
But nah, her friends all seem to be Whities and I get why'd they'd be intimidated by the copious amout of Asian in that general vicinity. They'd stumble out, rubbing at their eyes and smelling like Hokkien mee. Poor white folk.
That reminds me. I laughed at a certain line in the latest userealbutter.com blog post. It was funny. It was about her husband (who is white) and kim chi. Go read it, bitches.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
As Good As It Gets
My Big Michelle has blossomed into a beautiful woman. Remember our bridesmaids pact, babe. I would wink if this was a real interaction.
Praying, praying to God we are in the same tute and lab groups next semester.
Additionally, everyone at uni looks older than me.
There's a guy in my tute group sprouting facial hair ALL over the place. It's ridiculous. Like really thick; obviously if you left it for long enough it would grow into a full blown beard. I wish I could grow a beard. And the girls are all sophisticated and private-schooley and heinous. It's like when Mia Thermopolis looks herself in the mirror in the first Princess Diaries and says, "And once again, this is as good as it gets." It's like, I'm still as pimply and pudgy and gross as I was at 14. And unlike Mia, I'm not going to get a Paolo-Makeover and turn into a swan. This is actually as good as it gets. Sigh.
J
Praying, praying to God we are in the same tute and lab groups next semester.
Additionally, everyone at uni looks older than me.
There's a guy in my tute group sprouting facial hair ALL over the place. It's ridiculous. Like really thick; obviously if you left it for long enough it would grow into a full blown beard. I wish I could grow a beard. And the girls are all sophisticated and private-schooley and heinous. It's like when Mia Thermopolis looks herself in the mirror in the first Princess Diaries and says, "And once again, this is as good as it gets." It's like, I'm still as pimply and pudgy and gross as I was at 14. And unlike Mia, I'm not going to get a Paolo-Makeover and turn into a swan. This is actually as good as it gets. Sigh.
J
Monday, May 30, 2011
More Rambling, I Don't Know Why I Feel So Serious
The events of the last couple of days have me feeling all questionable inside. I discussed this stuff with Big Michelle a little while ago; spirituality and beliefs. I think stuff happens for a reason. But then you see senseless things like what has happened and you wonder what reason that could possibly have. When shit stuff happens to me I tell myself, "Okay, this was for a higher reason I don't know," and eventually I move on. But what purpose did it serve? All it did was give me inner turmoil and yes, I moved on but sometimes I feel like that is testament to just time and things happening and forgetting. Nothing about higher power or purpose.
It helps me to deal with stuff to think everything happens for a purpose. But it's really hard to feel that way when you see bad things happen to undeserving people. It feels so unfair to see good, decent people have tragic things happen to them and bad people live long lives, going about their unethical, immoral means.
In less serious news... Still so conflicted about F. Also, fuck, he has some fucking strong body odour or wears really strong deodorant (sp?) or cologne or something. I can smell him the second he comes into the room. Maybe that's because I'm just really attuned to it...
J
It helps me to deal with stuff to think everything happens for a purpose. But it's really hard to feel that way when you see bad things happen to undeserving people. It feels so unfair to see good, decent people have tragic things happen to them and bad people live long lives, going about their unethical, immoral means.
In less serious news... Still so conflicted about F. Also, fuck, he has some fucking strong body odour or wears really strong deodorant (sp?) or cologne or something. I can smell him the second he comes into the room. Maybe that's because I'm just really attuned to it...
J
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Stuff and Rambling
The US health and education system pretty much disgusts me. And when you compare it to our own you realize how lucky we are.
If you can't pay for medical bills, you don't have access to healthcare. This is pretty much the impression I get from the US health system. How is that fair? In Australia, if you need healthcare you get it. After you receive the healthcare you'll get asked about payment but you'll never be denied it because you can't pay for it. Here, you can get healthcare cards so you don't even need to pay anything to see the doctor. I think that's pretty amazing.
And it's fair. Why should people who are born into circumstances out of their control be denied essential services like that?
I have a friend who is one of the smartest, brightest person I know. And I was talking to her about college plans, whinging about how much I hate uni and she just said to me, "At least you get to go to uni. I might not even afford it." It broke my heart. She is so deserving of getting to choose any uni in the world to go to. I know she's bright and talented enough. It seems so unjust that she should be denied that opportunity because she doesn't have enough money to pay for it.
Sometimes I feel like Australia is actually the land of opportunity, not the US where the poor are denied services that might allow them to escape poverty.
Why does Australia have a system where you don't have to pay uni fees up front? You can wait until you're working after you've graduated and pay it back in installments. We don't realize how lucky we are to have these policies which allow us to have all of these doors open for us.
You can be poor and still go to school, get good healthcare, go to uni. Do whatever you want.
I am so thankful to live here.
I used to want to live there but I changed my mind. I wouldn't want to live in a place where money is everything, everyone is fake and phony. No wonder Holden Caulfield went fucking batshit crazy. I would hate to live there too.
J
If you can't pay for medical bills, you don't have access to healthcare. This is pretty much the impression I get from the US health system. How is that fair? In Australia, if you need healthcare you get it. After you receive the healthcare you'll get asked about payment but you'll never be denied it because you can't pay for it. Here, you can get healthcare cards so you don't even need to pay anything to see the doctor. I think that's pretty amazing.
And it's fair. Why should people who are born into circumstances out of their control be denied essential services like that?
I have a friend who is one of the smartest, brightest person I know. And I was talking to her about college plans, whinging about how much I hate uni and she just said to me, "At least you get to go to uni. I might not even afford it." It broke my heart. She is so deserving of getting to choose any uni in the world to go to. I know she's bright and talented enough. It seems so unjust that she should be denied that opportunity because she doesn't have enough money to pay for it.
Sometimes I feel like Australia is actually the land of opportunity, not the US where the poor are denied services that might allow them to escape poverty.
Why does Australia have a system where you don't have to pay uni fees up front? You can wait until you're working after you've graduated and pay it back in installments. We don't realize how lucky we are to have these policies which allow us to have all of these doors open for us.
You can be poor and still go to school, get good healthcare, go to uni. Do whatever you want.
I am so thankful to live here.
I used to want to live there but I changed my mind. I wouldn't want to live in a place where money is everything, everyone is fake and phony. No wonder Holden Caulfield went fucking batshit crazy. I would hate to live there too.
J
Saturday, May 28, 2011
An Open Letter to Kem
Dear Kem,
Once charmed by those diagrams,
With electrons whizzing around.
But then I tried a question, DAMN
I found your mind not sound.
See, I'm stuck on this question,
Of acids and base.
You've lost my affection,
I'm sick of your taste.
It's like acetic acid,
All mixed with pyrUvate.
Not satisfying at all but placid,
No period will be missed late.
I'd kill you with fire,
If I got a chance.
I'd throw you in the mire,
And stick you with a lance.
J
Once charmed by those diagrams,
With electrons whizzing around.
But then I tried a question, DAMN
I found your mind not sound.
See, I'm stuck on this question,
Of acids and base.
You've lost my affection,
I'm sick of your taste.
It's like acetic acid,
All mixed with pyrUvate.
Not satisfying at all but placid,
No period will be missed late.
I'd kill you with fire,
If I got a chance.
I'd throw you in the mire,
And stick you with a lance.
J
Changes
Things I'd like to change about myself:
1. Start saying "homegirl" more. Chyeah.
2. Lose some weight, fatty.
3. Study moar.
4. Do something with my life.
5. Live my life like I'm being chased by a rhinocerous.
6. Learn to make ice-cream. Put meat in it so Little Michelle can't eat it. Just for funsies and to be sadistic.
7. Be moar sadistic.
8. Stop being cynical.
9. Be moar confident.
10. Grow my haircape out.
11. Become more efficient.
12. Stop hatin'.
13. Read moar books.
14. Write moar schtuff.
15. BE A WOMAN.
J
1. Start saying "homegirl" more. Chyeah.
2. Lose some weight, fatty.
3. Study moar.
4. Do something with my life.
5. Live my life like I'm being chased by a rhinocerous.
6. Learn to make ice-cream. Put meat in it so Little Michelle can't eat it. Just for funsies and to be sadistic.
7. Be moar sadistic.
8. Stop being cynical.
9. Be moar confident.
10. Grow my haircape out.
11. Become more efficient.
12. Stop hatin'.
13. Read moar books.
14. Write moar schtuff.
15. BE A WOMAN.
J
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thinking About...
Seeing other people study (hard) makes me feel nauseous.
This one time, Little Michelle, Caitlyn, Rachael and I had a English assignment so we all went to Little Michelle's house to do it. Later, I was talking to Caitlyn and I asked her what she was going to do later. She said, "studyudyudyudy." Oh my God, I felt so guilty then because I'd decided I was going to just watch TV and relax when I got home.
And then today, I see this girl (well, "this girl" although my friends know her well enough) studying when Big Michelle, Clinton and I go into a sciby study room. And then when I come out like two hours later, she'll still intently studying. I CAN'T STAND IT.
Other things on my mind:
1. The skirt I wore to the interview assessment was too short. God, why did I choose this day to deviate from my formal dress pants?
2. Wondering if boys will ever like me.
3. Wondering why I get bloated so easily. I didn't eat anything today and I came home looking eight months pregnant. On the days I binge eat, I still come home looking eight months pregnant.
4. Wondering why my fingers are so obese.
5. Thinking about eating dinner.
6. Deciding IGA home brand cookies and cream ice cream is actually pretty good.
7. Thinking about how nice F looked today in his business clothes. Woof.
J
This one time, Little Michelle, Caitlyn, Rachael and I had a English assignment so we all went to Little Michelle's house to do it. Later, I was talking to Caitlyn and I asked her what she was going to do later. She said, "studyudyudyudy." Oh my God, I felt so guilty then because I'd decided I was going to just watch TV and relax when I got home.
And then today, I see this girl (well, "this girl" although my friends know her well enough) studying when Big Michelle, Clinton and I go into a sciby study room. And then when I come out like two hours later, she'll still intently studying. I CAN'T STAND IT.
Other things on my mind:
1. The skirt I wore to the interview assessment was too short. God, why did I choose this day to deviate from my formal dress pants?
2. Wondering if boys will ever like me.
3. Wondering why I get bloated so easily. I didn't eat anything today and I came home looking eight months pregnant. On the days I binge eat, I still come home looking eight months pregnant.
4. Wondering why my fingers are so obese.
5. Thinking about eating dinner.
6. Deciding IGA home brand cookies and cream ice cream is actually pretty good.
7. Thinking about how nice F looked today in his business clothes. Woof.
J
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Story of Us
So, the music vid for The Story of Us came out this morning. Sad to say I kept checking YouTube, ontd and various other networking sites every five minutes waiting for it. I'd link it here but it's all up in MTV and stuff that isn't working for me. You can watch it here: http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/59604009.html#comments
What did I like about it?
1. Taylor looks freaking gorgeous. Sexy librarian is a look that certainly works for her.
2. he straight hair. I love that she tried something new.
3. Her dedication to the spaz. I love how she just spazzes around the bookshelves, completely having some sort of epileptic fit. Mad respect.
4. The guy. I think he fits the tone of the song. Not too hot, and even though he broke her heart and all that, he isn't portrayed as that evil, womanizing mofo like in White Horse or Picture to Burn or anything like that. It's good.
5. The fact that around 1:34-1:35 I'm pretty sure she says, "SHIT," as she hides behind her book. PLEASE LET HER HAVE SAID SHIT.
6. How the setting kind of reminds me of The Covenant. A movie which I just adore.
What didn't I like about it?
1. The spaz. It was, at times, a bit too spazzy. Even for me. It gave me a headache at times.
2. Not enough storyline. I'm sorry but I'm still clinging onto the sort of simple, really adolescent-cheesy You Belong With Me storyline. It was so good so good soy good. I love that shit. At least this one had more storyline than Back to December but still, I would have liked to seen more of that and less of the random spazzy shit.
3. That's about it.
I really liked it. Much much better than Back to December and Mean, thank you God.
Also, girl really knows what angles suit her.
J
What did I like about it?
1. Taylor looks freaking gorgeous. Sexy librarian is a look that certainly works for her.
2. he straight hair. I love that she tried something new.
3. Her dedication to the spaz. I love how she just spazzes around the bookshelves, completely having some sort of epileptic fit. Mad respect.
4. The guy. I think he fits the tone of the song. Not too hot, and even though he broke her heart and all that, he isn't portrayed as that evil, womanizing mofo like in White Horse or Picture to Burn or anything like that. It's good.
5. The fact that around 1:34-1:35 I'm pretty sure she says, "SHIT," as she hides behind her book. PLEASE LET HER HAVE SAID SHIT.
6. How the setting kind of reminds me of The Covenant. A movie which I just adore.
What didn't I like about it?
1. The spaz. It was, at times, a bit too spazzy. Even for me. It gave me a headache at times.
2. Not enough storyline. I'm sorry but I'm still clinging onto the sort of simple, really adolescent-cheesy You Belong With Me storyline. It was so good so good soy good. I love that shit. At least this one had more storyline than Back to December but still, I would have liked to seen more of that and less of the random spazzy shit.
3. That's about it.
I really liked it. Much much better than Back to December and Mean, thank you God.
Also, girl really knows what angles suit her.
J
Skat
Skipped classes today (I only had 2 lectures so whatevs, brah) to finish my community placement report and study for the looming exams. Exams are the worst.
I thought I'd write a short skit to express how I feel right now. Let us begin.
INT. INTERVIEW ROOM. DAY:
The young-ish woman sits on a chair in one corner of the room and stares out the window into the rain.
Woman: Dang it, I used to love weather like this. Smell of the (froggy) rain everywhere. Now you wanna know what it reminds me of? Fucking winter exams.
God: Ohhh, child, think of your future! Is it not all worth it?
Woman: I'm working towards more work, thanks God. 10 years from now I'll probably be more tired and stressed out.
God: ...
Woman: It doesn't really make sense does it? People work hard at school at uni for careers of more and harder work.
God: But think of the financial security and what you can do with that! LIVE!
Woman: God, people who are financially successful probably take less leave than people who are moderately so. Do you ever take leave?
God: ...
Woman: Yeah, I didn't think so, buddy.
J
I thought I'd write a short skit to express how I feel right now. Let us begin.
INT. INTERVIEW ROOM. DAY:
The young-ish woman sits on a chair in one corner of the room and stares out the window into the rain.
Woman: Dang it, I used to love weather like this. Smell of the (froggy) rain everywhere. Now you wanna know what it reminds me of? Fucking winter exams.
God: Ohhh, child, think of your future! Is it not all worth it?
Woman: I'm working towards more work, thanks God. 10 years from now I'll probably be more tired and stressed out.
God: ...
Woman: It doesn't really make sense does it? People work hard at school at uni for careers of more and harder work.
God: But think of the financial security and what you can do with that! LIVE!
Woman: God, people who are financially successful probably take less leave than people who are moderately so. Do you ever take leave?
God: ...
Woman: Yeah, I didn't think so, buddy.
J
Sunday, May 22, 2011
4 in the Morning
When you sit down to study the circulatory system for tomorrow's fake prac test and you put on Gwen Stefani to get your study-juices flowing and end up listening to and singing to 4 in the Morning on repeat for 20 minutes, feeling sorry for yourself.
AND ALL I KNOW IS, YOU GOT TO GIVE ME EVERYTHING.
AND NOTHING ELSE DOES (?), YOU KNOW I'D GIVE YOU ALL OF ME.
I'D GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I AM.
I'M HANDING OVER EVERYTHING I GOT.
COS I WANNA HAVE A REALLY TRUE LOVE.
BLAH BLAH BLAH.
(Give me everyythhing)
J
AND ALL I KNOW IS, YOU GOT TO GIVE ME EVERYTHING.
AND NOTHING ELSE DOES (?), YOU KNOW I'D GIVE YOU ALL OF ME.
I'D GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I AM.
I'M HANDING OVER EVERYTHING I GOT.
COS I WANNA HAVE A REALLY TRUE LOVE.
BLAH BLAH BLAH.
(Give me everyythhing)
J
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Sausage Fest 2011
Goodness, it has become ugly.
I was talking to Big Michelle about this yesterday. I know he's not that great or special or interesting or riveting. And I know his voice is nasal. I know all of these things. But when he smiles at me or tolerates my inability to tie knots (OH GOD, IT WAS SO FUCKING HUMILIATING) or he laughs or he sits next to me and I smell that delightful mixture of frogginess and rain. Sigh. I can't help but GET EXCITEEDDD. SAUSAGE FEST.
I dunno. Ever since Sausage Fest 2010 I can't help but follow "get excited" with "sausage fest."
And the worst thing is I know for a fact he doesn't like me. Because he treats every other girl the same way and charms them with his delightful smile and laughs at their jokes and sits next to them on the bus.
It's just kind of sad.
J
edit:// No fucking shit, I saw him talking to a girl in our FCP tute. Asian, like me. Slightly nerdy but prettier and more sophisticated than me. And I saw him doing that laughing/being adorable thing to her as well and it just killed me. IT KILLED ME. I couldn't even listen to it anymore.
I was talking to Big Michelle about this yesterday. I know he's not that great or special or interesting or riveting. And I know his voice is nasal. I know all of these things. But when he smiles at me or tolerates my inability to tie knots (OH GOD, IT WAS SO FUCKING HUMILIATING) or he laughs or he sits next to me and I smell that delightful mixture of frogginess and rain. Sigh. I can't help but GET EXCITEEDDD. SAUSAGE FEST.
I dunno. Ever since Sausage Fest 2010 I can't help but follow "get excited" with "sausage fest."
And the worst thing is I know for a fact he doesn't like me. Because he treats every other girl the same way and charms them with his delightful smile and laughs at their jokes and sits next to them on the bus.
It's just kind of sad.
J
edit:// No fucking shit, I saw him talking to a girl in our FCP tute. Asian, like me. Slightly nerdy but prettier and more sophisticated than me. And I saw him doing that laughing/being adorable thing to her as well and it just killed me. IT KILLED ME. I couldn't even listen to it anymore.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Puppies and Ducks and FCP
I was walking to the bus from MGC lab today and I walked with this girl in my tutes and labs named Hannah. I decided she was pretty rad. For some background, she went to a fairly fancy school (practically private even though it's public) and her dad's a pastor. And she wears a cross around her neck I'm pretty sure (nothing wrong with this but it does make me very conscious about what I say) and is fairly conservative in her opinions... in my opinion.
So we're walking and the conversation goes like this.
EXT. MGC LAB. RAINING & SHIT:
Hannah: Hey!
Me: Hay thar!
Hannah: Any plans for the weekend?
Me: Oh you know, FCP portfolio.
Hannah: Same brah. That's going to feature quite highly this weekend.
Me: Yar...
Hannah: To be honest though, most of it's bullshit.
Me: ...
Then we talked about puppies and ducks the rest of the way and I decided I liked her.
The end.
J
So we're walking and the conversation goes like this.
EXT. MGC LAB. RAINING & SHIT:
Hannah: Hey!
Me: Hay thar!
Hannah: Any plans for the weekend?
Me: Oh you know, FCP portfolio.
Hannah: Same brah. That's going to feature quite highly this weekend.
Me: Yar...
Hannah: To be honest though, most of it's bullshit.
Me: ...
Then we talked about puppies and ducks the rest of the way and I decided I liked her.
The end.
J
Monday, May 16, 2011
Soy Good
I feel two things right now:
1. Big Michelle is really sick of me talking about F.
2. I still want to talk about him regardless.
So mayhaps Big Michelle should not read this blog! Because I don't want to scare her off.
But before I get into that... It's so difficult organizing group study because of everyone's different timetables. Tomorrow, everyone's getting together for a review of the bio systems which is something I really wanted to do but I've got psyc lab at that time. And I know I can't demand everyone change because that would be bad but it is so frustrating because I feel like I'm missing out on the most important part.
I'm not going to talk about that anymore otherwise I'll get frustrated.
Let's take a step backwards about... four hours ago whilst I was walking to the Co-op to purchase some study notebooks (I have become quite taken with the little ones). Who should I see walking in the opposite direction to me towards FCP tute but You Know Who. F.
And I did that thing where you pretend you don't sort of see them until the last second. So I was like looking at my nails as I was walking until right as we were a couple of meters away and then I looked up and smiled. And he took his earphones out of his ear-holes and sort of did this adorable grin at me and said, "You're not going to FCP?" and I said, "Naw, I'm just getting something from the Co-op," and then we parted.
This was an auspicious start.
But things got better. We had to do this group discussion thing in groups of three. I wasn't with F sadly. But we got onto the floor to write down on our chart paper and I was sitting right next to F. And when the tutor started talking and we both got up from our leaning over positions, we were LITERALLY SITTING SIDE BY SIDE.
I'm sad. Shut up.
Well, sitting next to him was all good because our tutor ended up putting us into groups for this fact sheet we have to do for our portfolios and I ended up with F and this other girl.
Anyway, I always try to be super cas after that dream I had so I left without obviously waiting for him or anything but he occasionally does this thing where we're both walking in the same direction and he's originally behind and then he'll just sort of catch up and start walking abreast with me. Maybe this is just my delusion and I'm just seeing things in this beautiful but fictional way, but it's lovely. It's like he's too shy to do anything but he know if he walks next to me I'll start talking to him.
I start talking to him about our community placements. I was going to tell him my all-humiliating story but thought against it. Too soon. The wounds haven't healed. But we're just talking and talking. And then we start talking about Eurovision. It was lovely because we both have a fascination in Eurovision so the conversation was flowing and he asked if I liked the SBS commentary and I said, "Yes!" and then we talked about something else and he was laughing and OH GOD, HIS LAUGH IS LIKE STRAIGHT FROM THE HEAVENS OR SOME SHIT.
The bus was really full so we had to stand. And you know how there's two levels to the bus like a lower one at the front? He got up onto the upper level but I wasn't sure if I wanted to because... I don't know. I was probably on drugs or something. But he looked behind at me and saw that I wasn't getting up and he just sort of walked forward towards me a bit so we could talk on the bus ride.
AND OH MY GOD, IT WAS SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SOY GOOD, SOYA MILK.
Eventually, I had to hop up on the upper level as more kids got on the bus. And we talked some moaaarrrr.
But then awkward shit went down because everyone gets off at Esplanade while I get off at the next bus station. So because everyone was filing out the door I had to get off then back on again and I DIDN'T TURN BACK TO SAY GOODBYE AND WHEN I EVENTUALLY DID TURN BACK HE WAS LIKE LOOKING AT ME BUT I THINK HE TURNED AROUND BEFORE SEEING MY SMILE AND WAVE.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT.
That is all.
J
PS: However, I feel like we're actually friends now. Like it's become quite regular to walk to the bus together after tutes and labs. And it feels somewhat natural. Oooooh.
1. Big Michelle is really sick of me talking about F.
2. I still want to talk about him regardless.
So mayhaps Big Michelle should not read this blog! Because I don't want to scare her off.
But before I get into that... It's so difficult organizing group study because of everyone's different timetables. Tomorrow, everyone's getting together for a review of the bio systems which is something I really wanted to do but I've got psyc lab at that time. And I know I can't demand everyone change because that would be bad but it is so frustrating because I feel like I'm missing out on the most important part.
I'm not going to talk about that anymore otherwise I'll get frustrated.
Let's take a step backwards about... four hours ago whilst I was walking to the Co-op to purchase some study notebooks (I have become quite taken with the little ones). Who should I see walking in the opposite direction to me towards FCP tute but You Know Who. F.
And I did that thing where you pretend you don't sort of see them until the last second. So I was like looking at my nails as I was walking until right as we were a couple of meters away and then I looked up and smiled. And he took his earphones out of his ear-holes and sort of did this adorable grin at me and said, "You're not going to FCP?" and I said, "Naw, I'm just getting something from the Co-op," and then we parted.
This was an auspicious start.
But things got better. We had to do this group discussion thing in groups of three. I wasn't with F sadly. But we got onto the floor to write down on our chart paper and I was sitting right next to F. And when the tutor started talking and we both got up from our leaning over positions, we were LITERALLY SITTING SIDE BY SIDE.
I'm sad. Shut up.
Well, sitting next to him was all good because our tutor ended up putting us into groups for this fact sheet we have to do for our portfolios and I ended up with F and this other girl.
Anyway, I always try to be super cas after that dream I had so I left without obviously waiting for him or anything but he occasionally does this thing where we're both walking in the same direction and he's originally behind and then he'll just sort of catch up and start walking abreast with me. Maybe this is just my delusion and I'm just seeing things in this beautiful but fictional way, but it's lovely. It's like he's too shy to do anything but he know if he walks next to me I'll start talking to him.
I start talking to him about our community placements. I was going to tell him my all-humiliating story but thought against it. Too soon. The wounds haven't healed. But we're just talking and talking. And then we start talking about Eurovision. It was lovely because we both have a fascination in Eurovision so the conversation was flowing and he asked if I liked the SBS commentary and I said, "Yes!" and then we talked about something else and he was laughing and OH GOD, HIS LAUGH IS LIKE STRAIGHT FROM THE HEAVENS OR SOME SHIT.
The bus was really full so we had to stand. And you know how there's two levels to the bus like a lower one at the front? He got up onto the upper level but I wasn't sure if I wanted to because... I don't know. I was probably on drugs or something. But he looked behind at me and saw that I wasn't getting up and he just sort of walked forward towards me a bit so we could talk on the bus ride.
AND OH MY GOD, IT WAS SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SOY GOOD, SOYA MILK.
Eventually, I had to hop up on the upper level as more kids got on the bus. And we talked some moaaarrrr.
But then awkward shit went down because everyone gets off at Esplanade while I get off at the next bus station. So because everyone was filing out the door I had to get off then back on again and I DIDN'T TURN BACK TO SAY GOODBYE AND WHEN I EVENTUALLY DID TURN BACK HE WAS LIKE LOOKING AT ME BUT I THINK HE TURNED AROUND BEFORE SEEING MY SMILE AND WAVE.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT.
That is all.
J
PS: However, I feel like we're actually friends now. Like it's become quite regular to walk to the bus together after tutes and labs. And it feels somewhat natural. Oooooh.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Explanation
In case you didn't get my last stupendous joke, it meant that I wanted to REMOVE Agent Vaughn's BRIEFS. Get it?
J
J
Saturday, May 14, 2011
I Can't Believe I Used *wink*wink*
That's so 2006/2005.
I've also now come to the conclusion that my organic kemistry lecturer is either a) in love with Michael J Fox or b) in love with The Good Wife.
So he's blathering on about how ecstasy can help Parkinson's Disease and all the great research his team is doing. Blah blah blah. Fuck, uni lecturers have massive egos. That is something else I've learnt. Anyway, he asks the class who's seen someone with Parkinson's Disease and everyone's all, "Blah blah blah vacant stares blah blah blah can't walk properly blah blah blah." And then he says, "What I'm actually getting at is the uncontrollable movements patients can have. Have you guys seen Michael J Fox? Does anyone know how Michael J Fox is? He's currently acting in The Good Wife."
Which that yes, he either loves Michael J Fox or loves The Good Wife. I can respect both but wouldn't you agree with me? Because many people know Michael J Fox but I believe only those who actually watch The Good Wife would know that he's currently playing a character in it. So this could mean he loves The Good Wife or it could mean that, because he loves Michael J Fox so so much, he's watching The Good Wife just for him which I think is more likely considering this guy researches how ecstasy affects Parkinson's Disease and I'm sure would much rather be testing those theories *wink*wink.* That doesn't really make sense because he doesn't have Parkinson's Disease so it's not like he can actually test the affects on himself. Plus, it's probably illegal and stuff so yeah.
Cool story bro.
J
I've also now come to the conclusion that my organic kemistry lecturer is either a) in love with Michael J Fox or b) in love with The Good Wife.
So he's blathering on about how ecstasy can help Parkinson's Disease and all the great research his team is doing. Blah blah blah. Fuck, uni lecturers have massive egos. That is something else I've learnt. Anyway, he asks the class who's seen someone with Parkinson's Disease and everyone's all, "Blah blah blah vacant stares blah blah blah can't walk properly blah blah blah." And then he says, "What I'm actually getting at is the uncontrollable movements patients can have. Have you guys seen Michael J Fox? Does anyone know how Michael J Fox is? He's currently acting in The Good Wife."
Which that yes, he either loves Michael J Fox or loves The Good Wife. I can respect both but wouldn't you agree with me? Because many people know Michael J Fox but I believe only those who actually watch The Good Wife would know that he's currently playing a character in it. So this could mean he loves The Good Wife or it could mean that, because he loves Michael J Fox so so much, he's watching The Good Wife just for him which I think is more likely considering this guy researches how ecstasy affects Parkinson's Disease and I'm sure would much rather be testing those theories *wink*wink.* That doesn't really make sense because he doesn't have Parkinson's Disease so it's not like he can actually test the affects on himself. Plus, it's probably illegal and stuff so yeah.
Cool story bro.
J
CPP
I really want to blog about what I saw at yesterday's community placement but apparently we're not supposed to write shit on the internet about stuff like that and I'm paranoid.
All I'll say is this... the number of times I heard "perineal grazing/tears" yesterday was truly horrific. So watch out ladies. Let's just say that it is very clear from yesterday that giving birth will almost certainly give your downstairs post traumatic syndrome.
J
All I'll say is this... the number of times I heard "perineal grazing/tears" yesterday was truly horrific. So watch out ladies. Let's just say that it is very clear from yesterday that giving birth will almost certainly give your downstairs post traumatic syndrome.
J
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Wish This Had Happened in High School
Huh.
Only in uni... student comes in with a 1.5L bottle half filled with his piss he's doing on a dare. Halfway through a lecture on mitosis, he waddles out. Lecturer, classic Kitty Flannagan, asks him where's he going and he says, "I have to go to the toilet really badly," into her microphone.
Am doing a vlog tomorrow (house will be MINE in the morning). I haven't decided what I'll talk about but I'm sure it will be pretty epic.
J
Only in uni... student comes in with a 1.5L bottle half filled with his piss he's doing on a dare. Halfway through a lecture on mitosis, he waddles out. Lecturer, classic Kitty Flannagan, asks him where's he going and he says, "I have to go to the toilet really badly," into her microphone.
Am doing a vlog tomorrow (house will be MINE in the morning). I haven't decided what I'll talk about but I'm sure it will be pretty epic.
J
Monday, May 9, 2011
Meet-Cute No More
How can someone who doesn't eat cake or cookies or chocolate (presumably because they're unhealthy?) drink alcohol regularly and a large amount?
In case you can't tell, I've been thinking about F for this whole evening. Seriously F, fuck it. Please eat some cookies at FCP tutes soon because they look so appetising...
There was this one point as we were walking to the bus stop that I was thinking to myself, "Is he actually going to the bus stop?" because he was walking towards Arts and stuff. And I was like, "Wait, where are you going?" and he was like, "To the bus stop," and then I was like, "Wait what?" and then he was like "Wait what?" and we did a cycle of that for like a minute. IT WAS SO FUCKING ROMANTIC/MEET-CUTIE.
There comes a point when this (stalker rambling) becomes embarrassing, right?
I think I've already passed that point. Like 1324098345 blogs ago...
J
In case you can't tell, I've been thinking about F for this whole evening. Seriously F, fuck it. Please eat some cookies at FCP tutes soon because they look so appetising...
There was this one point as we were walking to the bus stop that I was thinking to myself, "Is he actually going to the bus stop?" because he was walking towards Arts and stuff. And I was like, "Wait, where are you going?" and he was like, "To the bus stop," and then I was like, "Wait what?" and then he was like "Wait what?" and we did a cycle of that for like a minute. IT WAS SO FUCKING ROMANTIC/MEET-CUTIE.
There comes a point when this (stalker rambling) becomes embarrassing, right?
I think I've already passed that point. Like 1324098345 blogs ago...
J
Too Much Effort
On a less frolicky note... Today, I walked from Rec centre to science library to Octagon to Botany & Biology (near business school) to guild village to ANHB to bus stop then from bus stop to home.
Frack, that is a lot of walking. My feets hurt.
J
Frack, that is a lot of walking. My feets hurt.
J
Relapse
Eurghhhhhh...
EXT. FCP TUTE. EVENING.
J is deep in thought, takes out her phone and begins to text her friend, Caitlyn, to apologize for being late.
F: That took a bit longer than expected.
J turns around.
J: Hm? Oh yeah. That took a while. I dunno, that last lady was pretty hilarious and intense though.
F: BLAH BLAH BLAH
J: BLAH BLAH BLAH
The twosome walk to the bus stop and take the bus to Esplanade together.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, F. Sure, make no effort for weeks and weeks then on a day a few days after I declare "THE HONEYMOON IS OFFICIALLY OVER" you actually initiate some sort of friendly encounter with me.
Good God, it is a stunning image when a handsome young lad waits for you to take a seat before him. Sure, on shitty public transport. And sure, it was because he was getting off first so it was logical I take the window seat. But whatever. It was a fucking glorious sight. I revel in that shit.
I'm starting to think the froggy smell might have been like his sweat or something. And it was kind of hot on the day we had MGC lab. Today, as I sat in close proximity to him on the bus, our thighs touching and all, I could feintly smell that same froggy scent. I dunno, maybe it's like... his deodarant or something? If so... maybe he has anosmia or something?
Whatever. He was lovely today.
J
EXT. FCP TUTE. EVENING.
J is deep in thought, takes out her phone and begins to text her friend, Caitlyn, to apologize for being late.
F: That took a bit longer than expected.
J turns around.
J: Hm? Oh yeah. That took a while. I dunno, that last lady was pretty hilarious and intense though.
F: BLAH BLAH BLAH
J: BLAH BLAH BLAH
The twosome walk to the bus stop and take the bus to Esplanade together.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, F. Sure, make no effort for weeks and weeks then on a day a few days after I declare "THE HONEYMOON IS OFFICIALLY OVER" you actually initiate some sort of friendly encounter with me.
Good God, it is a stunning image when a handsome young lad waits for you to take a seat before him. Sure, on shitty public transport. And sure, it was because he was getting off first so it was logical I take the window seat. But whatever. It was a fucking glorious sight. I revel in that shit.
I'm starting to think the froggy smell might have been like his sweat or something. And it was kind of hot on the day we had MGC lab. Today, as I sat in close proximity to him on the bus, our thighs touching and all, I could feintly smell that same froggy scent. I dunno, maybe it's like... his deodarant or something? If so... maybe he has anosmia or something?
Whatever. He was lovely today.
J
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Penultimate P
I literally haven't written anything (creative writing wise) in over five months and it's kind of sad. Well, I guess you could say that my various fantasies about me and F could be considered "creative writing..."
So, just sitting here at the moment writing up some notes for psychology. I dunno, I just wrote a dot point about female frigidity containing the words "insufficient lubrication of vagina, inadequate blood flow to clitoris."
It also strikes me as weird that the first time I've seen a penis since... say... when I was in year two and this kid was going swimming but he was too lazy to go to the change rooms or... a bush or something so he yanked down his shorts right in front of me, the world and God and exposed his willus and doodleberries.
I totally lost my train of thought. Oh wait, the last time I saw a penis (before the actual last time) was when that guy flashed me as I was walking home in year nine.
But the actual last time I saw a penis... it was dead. As in, it belonged to a dead person. As in, it was dead. As in, it wasn't alive. As in, it was attached to dead person. Well, really just like... the lower half of a dead person. That's kind of weird.
J
So, just sitting here at the moment writing up some notes for psychology. I dunno, I just wrote a dot point about female frigidity containing the words "insufficient lubrication of vagina, inadequate blood flow to clitoris."
It also strikes me as weird that the first time I've seen a penis since... say... when I was in year two and this kid was going swimming but he was too lazy to go to the change rooms or... a bush or something so he yanked down his shorts right in front of me, the world and God and exposed his willus and doodleberries.
I totally lost my train of thought. Oh wait, the last time I saw a penis (before the actual last time) was when that guy flashed me as I was walking home in year nine.
But the actual last time I saw a penis... it was dead. As in, it belonged to a dead person. As in, it was dead. As in, it wasn't alive. As in, it was attached to dead person. Well, really just like... the lower half of a dead person. That's kind of weird.
J
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Asian Guys
I love that Meg has no qualms in saying she thinks all Asian boys are fug. Sorry babe, I guess that means my future sons are going to be fug as hale.
That being said, she is always quick to say she thinks Asian girls are attractive.
I approve.
J
That being said, she is always quick to say she thinks Asian girls are attractive.
I approve.
J
A Heinous Blog Post
I think if I hadn't done med I would have loved to have done astrophysics or some shit. Except hopefully without ANY chemistry which is doubtful but still. To be honest, I would much rather be in a lab or office or whatever rather than touching people's dirty asses. Oh sigh. We'll see how everything turns out.
It was kind of disheartening to listen to F talk yesterday about how he would have been very happy to be a microbiologist for the rest of his life and that he only changed into med because most microbiologists are unemployed, don't get funding and are povo as.
I kind of feel like med is such a... I don't know, a restricted science whereas I would really love to learn about the whole world, universe etc. etc.
God, this blog is heinous and I feel dirty writing it. This is not to say I regret doing med, but sometimes I wish I could do two or three degrees or just stay in uni forever and keep learning about everything I want to learn about.
J
It was kind of disheartening to listen to F talk yesterday about how he would have been very happy to be a microbiologist for the rest of his life and that he only changed into med because most microbiologists are unemployed, don't get funding and are povo as.
I kind of feel like med is such a... I don't know, a restricted science whereas I would really love to learn about the whole world, universe etc. etc.
God, this blog is heinous and I feel dirty writing it. This is not to say I regret doing med, but sometimes I wish I could do two or three degrees or just stay in uni forever and keep learning about everything I want to learn about.
J
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Honeymoon is Officially Over
I guess what really broke the horse's back was this...
I was sitting there, hooking my electrodes under my toad leg's sciatic nerve in MGC lab today, feeling all giddy at being in such close proximity to F. I could feel his head literally centimeters from mine and it was making me all... out of it.
"Ew," I thought to myself, "This toad leg seriously stinks. Uerghhhhhh."
It was then that F started to say something and I realized it wasn't the toad leg... It was F's breath.
I mean, it's potentially wrong of me to judge F for having nast breath because he's only human (despite my past attempts to tell everyone he's some sort of God) and everyone gets bad breath at some point..?
But oh God, as we were walking to the bus I realized how nasal his voice is.
Sure, as we conversed on the bus I couldn't help but get lost in his bright blue eyes. They are seriously the prettiest eyes I've seen in my life. But yeah, the conversation was just lacking. Also, because he got off at an earlier stop than me I suggested he sit on the aisle seat as I was originally sitting there. After I got out then was sliding into the window seat I'm pretty sure my bodacious ass brushed up against his crotch due to the tight proximity of the bus. And I'm pretty sure he laughed at that and said, "Awwkwaaard." And I was like... "God, if this was two weeks ago I'd be having a fucking orgasm on this bus right now, in front of everyone and God." Instead I was all... "Meh."
Oh, but he can still be adorable and sweet and part of me is still heinously in love with him. Like I asked him if he'd ever considered being a vet and he said his mum's actually a vet and through year 10 and 11 he wanted to be one. And then in year 12 he seriously considered dropping out and becoming a chef. I mean, that's pretty spectacular and dropping out and becoming a chef has always secretly been my dream. It was pretty endearing.
But I mean, juxtapose that against like, REALLY froggy smelling breath... It literally smelled like frog. I'm not shitting you.
We were talking about how much we hate having to socialize with new people. At least we have that in common. Actually, we have lots of things in common. Sometimes I just find it difficult to be myself in front of him. So, on the bus it was silent for a couple of minutes then he asks me when my birthday is and I'm all, "14th of March? Why?" and he says, "I was just starting a conversation. I failed." It was pretty cute. I lol'd.
GOD, I'M SO CONFLICTED. ON ONE HAND HE'S SO SWEET, SO ENDEARING, SO LOVELY AND ON THE OTHER HAND HIS BREATH REALLY STANKS LIKE FROG.
J
I was sitting there, hooking my electrodes under my toad leg's sciatic nerve in MGC lab today, feeling all giddy at being in such close proximity to F. I could feel his head literally centimeters from mine and it was making me all... out of it.
"Ew," I thought to myself, "This toad leg seriously stinks. Uerghhhhhh."
It was then that F started to say something and I realized it wasn't the toad leg... It was F's breath.
I mean, it's potentially wrong of me to judge F for having nast breath because he's only human (despite my past attempts to tell everyone he's some sort of God) and everyone gets bad breath at some point..?
But oh God, as we were walking to the bus I realized how nasal his voice is.
Sure, as we conversed on the bus I couldn't help but get lost in his bright blue eyes. They are seriously the prettiest eyes I've seen in my life. But yeah, the conversation was just lacking. Also, because he got off at an earlier stop than me I suggested he sit on the aisle seat as I was originally sitting there. After I got out then was sliding into the window seat I'm pretty sure my bodacious ass brushed up against his crotch due to the tight proximity of the bus. And I'm pretty sure he laughed at that and said, "Awwkwaaard." And I was like... "God, if this was two weeks ago I'd be having a fucking orgasm on this bus right now, in front of everyone and God." Instead I was all... "Meh."
Oh, but he can still be adorable and sweet and part of me is still heinously in love with him. Like I asked him if he'd ever considered being a vet and he said his mum's actually a vet and through year 10 and 11 he wanted to be one. And then in year 12 he seriously considered dropping out and becoming a chef. I mean, that's pretty spectacular and dropping out and becoming a chef has always secretly been my dream. It was pretty endearing.
But I mean, juxtapose that against like, REALLY froggy smelling breath... It literally smelled like frog. I'm not shitting you.
We were talking about how much we hate having to socialize with new people. At least we have that in common. Actually, we have lots of things in common. Sometimes I just find it difficult to be myself in front of him. So, on the bus it was silent for a couple of minutes then he asks me when my birthday is and I'm all, "14th of March? Why?" and he says, "I was just starting a conversation. I failed." It was pretty cute. I lol'd.
GOD, I'M SO CONFLICTED. ON ONE HAND HE'S SO SWEET, SO ENDEARING, SO LOVELY AND ON THE OTHER HAND HIS BREATH REALLY STANKS LIKE FROG.
J
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I Have No Shame
Oh fuck, it burns. It burnnnnns. No, not the yeast infection your mother gave me. I'm just reading some old fanfiction I wrote way back in ye ol' day and it truly truly pains me to read it. I can't help but laugh while grimacing at the same time. Here's an excerpt from a series I did on the Mediator, hilariously enough it was my most popular:
"Her mouth was like a perfect rosebud in the middle of winter, so vivacious in color yet so delicate at the same time, victim to the vicious gusts of wind."
I feel my dignity slipping away even as I copy/paste.
J
"Her mouth was like a perfect rosebud in the middle of winter, so vivacious in color yet so delicate at the same time, victim to the vicious gusts of wind."
I feel my dignity slipping away even as I copy/paste.
J
Vlogging?
Seriously considering starting making vlogs and posting them up here every now and then for funsies... Thoughts?
J
J
Monday, May 2, 2011
Oh Wise One
Here's a secret not many of you would know. Big Michelle once said something to me that resonated so much with me that whenever I find myself in a situation where I'm feeling this certain way (which I will expand on in a second) I remember her words and try to live by this creed.
It started in year 12 when I started obsessing over my smudgy, fingerprinted spine of my economics book. You know when you open a book and you get your dirty thumbs on the spine (not the spine bit that holds the book together but the other side where all the pages come together) and it can become dirty? I hate that with a passion. I obsessed and obsessed, trying to erase the marks but they wouldn't go away. I would purposely put the book in lighting just so I could stare at the marks all through economics classes, silently cursing them. I'm sure I looked like a freak, I complained and complained.
One day, Big Michelle got so fed up with me. She said to me half annoyed yet half wise and compassionate, "J, there are bigger things in life to worry about."
I mean, those words were so true and so wise. I just listened to them and they stayed in my brain. And it's so true. Things like fingerprints and worn out keys in my keyboard and non-straight writing. All that shit is pointless stuff I won't remember in two days. It's silly stuff, non-sensical and not worth my time. I will always be grateful to Big Michelle for telling me this.
J
It started in year 12 when I started obsessing over my smudgy, fingerprinted spine of my economics book. You know when you open a book and you get your dirty thumbs on the spine (not the spine bit that holds the book together but the other side where all the pages come together) and it can become dirty? I hate that with a passion. I obsessed and obsessed, trying to erase the marks but they wouldn't go away. I would purposely put the book in lighting just so I could stare at the marks all through economics classes, silently cursing them. I'm sure I looked like a freak, I complained and complained.
One day, Big Michelle got so fed up with me. She said to me half annoyed yet half wise and compassionate, "J, there are bigger things in life to worry about."
I mean, those words were so true and so wise. I just listened to them and they stayed in my brain. And it's so true. Things like fingerprints and worn out keys in my keyboard and non-straight writing. All that shit is pointless stuff I won't remember in two days. It's silly stuff, non-sensical and not worth my time. I will always be grateful to Big Michelle for telling me this.
J
The Beginning of the End
I feel the joy of blushing, newfound love beginning to fade.
It started like a usual Monday. I casually flicked a nice chunk of fetal pig in my hair again, brushed my labcoat sleeve all up in my pig's brain. I think someone dropped my pig too because his skull was cracked in five pieces and his brain was all mushy and the membranes were broken. I left before histology because I'm such a rebel.
Actually, I went to FCP early because... F usually rocks up about seven minutes early and I like to have a chat with him before. He came in after me and started talking to me as I sat in the foyer.
I wish I wish I'd seized the moment better but alas, I didn't. We only talked about study break and whether we'd had any fun or gotten any work done. It was seriously monotonous and it truly truly depresses me because I know we can have fun times chatting! We've had them before!
Unfortunately, as we walked into the class I noticed he'd bought a new pair of shoes... I nearly vomited in my mouth. They were like Harrison Ford's grandpa/nautical shoes. I hope you know the ones I'm referring to. Except the material was shiny-ish. Oh God, it hurt so much to see them. I began to question his sexuality, in fact. My heart sunk. How can I respect a man who wears such heinous footwear?
To make matters worse, he was wearing black skinny jeans and a not-loose black t-shirt. He needs to wear that blue henley that drapes nicely over his pectoral muscles MOAR.
But he was really nice. I miss MGC labs...
J
It started like a usual Monday. I casually flicked a nice chunk of fetal pig in my hair again, brushed my labcoat sleeve all up in my pig's brain. I think someone dropped my pig too because his skull was cracked in five pieces and his brain was all mushy and the membranes were broken. I left before histology because I'm such a rebel.
Actually, I went to FCP early because... F usually rocks up about seven minutes early and I like to have a chat with him before. He came in after me and started talking to me as I sat in the foyer.
I wish I wish I'd seized the moment better but alas, I didn't. We only talked about study break and whether we'd had any fun or gotten any work done. It was seriously monotonous and it truly truly depresses me because I know we can have fun times chatting! We've had them before!
Unfortunately, as we walked into the class I noticed he'd bought a new pair of shoes... I nearly vomited in my mouth. They were like Harrison Ford's grandpa/nautical shoes. I hope you know the ones I'm referring to. Except the material was shiny-ish. Oh God, it hurt so much to see them. I began to question his sexuality, in fact. My heart sunk. How can I respect a man who wears such heinous footwear?
To make matters worse, he was wearing black skinny jeans and a not-loose black t-shirt. He needs to wear that blue henley that drapes nicely over his pectoral muscles MOAR.
But he was really nice. I miss MGC labs...
J
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Just a Dream
H said I should blog but I don't really have anything to blog about.
Oh, except that the day before yesterday I was running through the house and I slipped on this patch of wet floor and fell into the corner of the kitchen counter and bruised my shoulder and knee (as I fell) all good and purply and dotty (like when it's bruised so bad). It's pretty impressive. Maybe F will kiss it better tomorrow...
Part of me is sad that "study break" is over, part of me is indifferent (I feel guilty for not studying more...) and part of me is happy because we're going back to Mondays where I have two hours with F and back to Fridays where I have up to five hours with F. God is kind.
Tomorrow we're dissecting the head and spinal cords of our fetal pigs. I had this dream last night that when I opened up my pig's mouth all this black gooey shit would come spurting out and get all over me and it would be gross. I ran out of the lab, shrieking and clawing at my face. But one good thing came out of it. It gave me and F something to talk about on the walk to the bus stop together. We laughed so hard our spleen's burst. We sat on the bus together and as F was getting off at the Esplanade he turns around all spontaneously and kisses me and then runs off the bus.
'Twas a beautiful dream.
J
Oh, except that the day before yesterday I was running through the house and I slipped on this patch of wet floor and fell into the corner of the kitchen counter and bruised my shoulder and knee (as I fell) all good and purply and dotty (like when it's bruised so bad). It's pretty impressive. Maybe F will kiss it better tomorrow...
Part of me is sad that "study break" is over, part of me is indifferent (I feel guilty for not studying more...) and part of me is happy because we're going back to Mondays where I have two hours with F and back to Fridays where I have up to five hours with F. God is kind.
Tomorrow we're dissecting the head and spinal cords of our fetal pigs. I had this dream last night that when I opened up my pig's mouth all this black gooey shit would come spurting out and get all over me and it would be gross. I ran out of the lab, shrieking and clawing at my face. But one good thing came out of it. It gave me and F something to talk about on the walk to the bus stop together. We laughed so hard our spleen's burst. We sat on the bus together and as F was getting off at the Esplanade he turns around all spontaneously and kisses me and then runs off the bus.
'Twas a beautiful dream.
J
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