What is this sorcery? Why are my eyes vomiting tears?
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.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Art of Being Tactless
A long time ago, I decided I would never be an obstetrician. It started after spending time in the obs & gynae ward at Joondalup Hospital and realizing I am hopeless with babies and new mothers. You know how you're supposed to coo and tell the mother what a beautiful baby they have and the rest of it? I just look at the baby and think, "Hurr, you came out of a vagina," or something similarly stupid. I am completely tactless. I am useless with babies. I lack the interpersonal skills to deal with new or prospective mothers.
The awkwarness was palpable.
Gynae, I could do. In fact, I wanted to be a gynae for a while back at the start of uni because I had this vision of myself in Africa, helping victims of female genital mutilation. Or working with sexual assault victims or something (I was probably watching too much SVU at this point in time).
I am (not) looking forward to this week's anatomy lab on the male reproductive system and I am even more (not) looking forward to next week's anatomy lab on the female reproductive system. Especially after Big Michelle's boyfriend told me he had to place his FINGER in a female cadaver's VAGOO.
That is real anatomy speak.
J
The awkwarness was palpable.
Gynae, I could do. In fact, I wanted to be a gynae for a while back at the start of uni because I had this vision of myself in Africa, helping victims of female genital mutilation. Or working with sexual assault victims or something (I was probably watching too much SVU at this point in time).
I am (not) looking forward to this week's anatomy lab on the male reproductive system and I am even more (not) looking forward to next week's anatomy lab on the female reproductive system. Especially after Big Michelle's boyfriend told me he had to place his FINGER in a female cadaver's VAGOO.
That is real anatomy speak.
J
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Coldplay - "Spies"
I challenge Little Mishelle to dislike this:
I can't remember whether she outrightly disliked or was just indifferent to Coldplay. But I don't think her capable of disliking the above song.
In case you haven't noticed, I've been in a bit of a Pride & Prejudice funk (good type) again. I was thinking about the different portrayals of Mr. Collins in the 2005 movie and Lost in Austen (har har... Oh, Lost in Austen. That's good shit).
In the movie, Mr. Collins was a short, kind of mousey, eccentric guy probably about 30 years old. In the miniseries, Mr. Collins was a tall, gangly, elderly "gent," possibly pushing 45-50.
In the movie, he was sort of a harmless but eccentric and annoying character. In the miniseries, he was outrightly a creeper (case in point: squeezing his testes and sniffing dem fingers). I found it hilarious that in the miniseries they made this excuse about how he couldn't sleep with Jane after they got married (in case you haven't watch it, the miniseries deviated from the book considerably) because of something-something-some-formality.
Why is this hilarious? Because Pristine Jane is not allowed to be deflowered and defiled by that monstrosity of a man. I'll be honest; I was extremely relieved (possibly because I was totes shipping Bingley and Jane at this point. More on this later).
Conversely, Movie Collins was a somewhat innocent guy. You could imagine him being completely nervous and fumbling around on The Wedding Night and, as such, much less intimidating.
I don't know if I had a real point to this post.
Also, I thought that Miniseries Bingley was too hot for Miniseries Jane but Movie Jane was too hot for Movie Bingley (even though he was really quite attractive... Miniseries Bingley was better).
I would post compare & contrast pictures but I'm in science library.
J
I can't remember whether she outrightly disliked or was just indifferent to Coldplay. But I don't think her capable of disliking the above song.
In case you haven't noticed, I've been in a bit of a Pride & Prejudice funk (good type) again. I was thinking about the different portrayals of Mr. Collins in the 2005 movie and Lost in Austen (har har... Oh, Lost in Austen. That's good shit).
In the movie, Mr. Collins was a short, kind of mousey, eccentric guy probably about 30 years old. In the miniseries, Mr. Collins was a tall, gangly, elderly "gent," possibly pushing 45-50.
In the movie, he was sort of a harmless but eccentric and annoying character. In the miniseries, he was outrightly a creeper (case in point: squeezing his testes and sniffing dem fingers). I found it hilarious that in the miniseries they made this excuse about how he couldn't sleep with Jane after they got married (in case you haven't watch it, the miniseries deviated from the book considerably) because of something-something-some-formality.
Why is this hilarious? Because Pristine Jane is not allowed to be deflowered and defiled by that monstrosity of a man. I'll be honest; I was extremely relieved (possibly because I was totes shipping Bingley and Jane at this point. More on this later).
Conversely, Movie Collins was a somewhat innocent guy. You could imagine him being completely nervous and fumbling around on The Wedding Night and, as such, much less intimidating.
I don't know if I had a real point to this post.
Also, I thought that Miniseries Bingley was too hot for Miniseries Jane but Movie Jane was too hot for Movie Bingley (even though he was really quite attractive... Miniseries Bingley was better).
I would post compare & contrast pictures but I'm in science library.
J
Seven Things (I Hate About You)
Things that make me happy:
1. 3:1 = milo : milk.
2. Chewing gum instead of drinking water.
3. Defeatist attitudes.
4. Adam Martin.
5. That scene in Lost in Austen when Mr. Collins squeezes his balls then smells his fingers. Kim should know what I'm talking about.
6. Oscar Wilde's lover. A hotsy. motherfucking. totsy. Look it up. I was so shocked that hot people existed in those ancient and mystical times.
7. 99c Kit Kats ag IGA. Yeah... I went for it, Big Michelle. But only one!
J
1. 3:1 = milo : milk.
2. Chewing gum instead of drinking water.
3. Defeatist attitudes.
4. Adam Martin.
5. That scene in Lost in Austen when Mr. Collins squeezes his balls then smells his fingers. Kim should know what I'm talking about.
6. Oscar Wilde's lover. A hotsy. motherfucking. totsy. Look it up. I was so shocked that hot people existed in those ancient and mystical times.
7. 99c Kit Kats ag IGA. Yeah... I went for it, Big Michelle. But only one!
J
Friday, April 27, 2012
Mucous, Size 14 Font and Humans (in no particular order)
Every time I've watched Being Human, a main character dies. And even though I've only watched a handful of episodes, I end up a sobbing mess on the floor. Well, that's a lie. Usually, Being Human is on ABC around say 9.30pm. By that time, my mum's probably reading in bed, dad's in the front room listening to music and my brother is on the computer. I'm sitting in front of the TV, holding in my sobs and quietly blowing my nose so no one hears me.
It cuts deep that I missed the first couple of seasons where everything was (relatively) dandy and no main characters were dead. In the last episode I watched, the last (alive) main character died (/spoilers). And then I just read online that the only last remaining (dead) main character also just died. I feel like my heart has been broken.
You know how mother's with stillborn children or miscarriages mourn their children even though they never got to meet? That's how I feel right now. It's like I'm missing something I never even got to know.
(So... maybe that was a bit of a tactless analogy... Oh well)
I just got an email earlier from the guy I'm doing my FCP learning outcome with this week. I cracked up so hard when I opened his bit. It was in size 14 font. Size 14! I just laughed and laughed. I was like, "Is he trying to make it look longer or is this his default font?" And he started referencing from number 11. Number 11. It was so random. I saw the reference 11 and I was all, "WHEN DID I MISS THE FIRST 10?" I was so confused. But then I laughed some more at the font size then I ate some crispy m&ms.
Lastly, the reproduction lecturer (K-k-k-kathy) keeps putting up this slide of cervical mucous. It's of these fingers with the mucous in between and the fingers are slightly apart so you can see the mucous stretching from one finger to the other...
IT IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST HEINOUS AND FOUL THINGS I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE.
I mean, did someone really do this? Did someone really get a glob of a woman's cervical mucous and play with it in his/her fingers like putty?
THIS IS LEGITIMATELY RIDONKULOUS.
Why would you do that? How much money did this hand model (assuming...) get paid? Did this happen in Russia?
I have no words (well, that's a lie. I just used several words to discuss my feelings towards this).
Holla back.
J
It cuts deep that I missed the first couple of seasons where everything was (relatively) dandy and no main characters were dead. In the last episode I watched, the last (alive) main character died (/spoilers). And then I just read online that the only last remaining (dead) main character also just died. I feel like my heart has been broken.
You know how mother's with stillborn children or miscarriages mourn their children even though they never got to meet? That's how I feel right now. It's like I'm missing something I never even got to know.
(So... maybe that was a bit of a tactless analogy... Oh well)
I just got an email earlier from the guy I'm doing my FCP learning outcome with this week. I cracked up so hard when I opened his bit. It was in size 14 font. Size 14! I just laughed and laughed. I was like, "Is he trying to make it look longer or is this his default font?" And he started referencing from number 11. Number 11. It was so random. I saw the reference 11 and I was all, "WHEN DID I MISS THE FIRST 10?" I was so confused. But then I laughed some more at the font size then I ate some crispy m&ms.
Lastly, the reproduction lecturer (K-k-k-kathy) keeps putting up this slide of cervical mucous. It's of these fingers with the mucous in between and the fingers are slightly apart so you can see the mucous stretching from one finger to the other...
IT IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST HEINOUS AND FOUL THINGS I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE.
I mean, did someone really do this? Did someone really get a glob of a woman's cervical mucous and play with it in his/her fingers like putty?
THIS IS LEGITIMATELY RIDONKULOUS.
Why would you do that? How much money did this hand model (assuming...) get paid? Did this happen in Russia?
I have no words (well, that's a lie. I just used several words to discuss my feelings towards this).
Holla back.
J
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Emmitt Thunderpaws Welcomes Home His Military Dad!
This dog is ridiculous. I am legitimately crying.
J
J
Drake - "Take Care" (Explicit) ft. Rihanna
EXPLICIT. F'lol.
I would approve of this relationship should it transpire in real life.
Not much to report today. Besides the fact that I kicked a dog in the tail.
That's pretty much it. Also snuck in a sneaky crush reference into a casual conversation with Big Michelle and a couple of casual friends this morning. She totally outed me and was not cool about it. I mean, what if he had been casually standing behind a pillar and heard it all and decided I was unworthy of his love?
Missing Taylor. I wish she would post instagram pics everyday because they are magical.
GIT exam next Wednesday. Getting ready to feel up some fat, old guys.
J
I would approve of this relationship should it transpire in real life.
Not much to report today. Besides the fact that I kicked a dog in the tail.
That's pretty much it. Also snuck in a sneaky crush reference into a casual conversation with Big Michelle and a couple of casual friends this morning. She totally outed me and was not cool about it. I mean, what if he had been casually standing behind a pillar and heard it all and decided I was unworthy of his love?
Missing Taylor. I wish she would post instagram pics everyday because they are magical.
GIT exam next Wednesday. Getting ready to feel up some fat, old guys.
J
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Op-shopping
So, this is one of the most awesome blogs on the intranets: http://www.adventuresindressmaking.com/
The powers of this girl. I wish I could sew like her. Some of those dresses she makes look to be so high quality. Literally, better than the quality of half the stuff you find in the shops these days (well, the cheapo shops anyway...). My favourite one was when she made a sequin mini-dress out of a TOP. A top, friends. A top. How does one make a dress out of a top? You should probably ask this ^ girl. Not even a tunic top, a normal length top. Sure, it had those big, flappy sleeves but seriously. A whole dress out of one top. Have I talked too much about this top now?
I love sewing and refashioning because it lets me wear stuff I had given up on, it lets me make things fit my body better and it lets me make stuff that I actually want to wear (case in point: the bajillion half-cardigans I made last summer). I went op-shopping with Little Mishelle around that time. I was really pumped about it because I wanted to find some stuff to refashion but I just wasn't feeling it when I got there. It might have been because it was around 40 degrees and foul. But I also felt like I only wanted to buy stuff if it was really high quality (it sounds a bit roundabout but I'll explain myself later). I also probably had really high expectations (from reading so many vintage and refashion blogs...) which were not met (too many granny pants).
So, my reason for only wanting to buy high quality stuff secondhand is this: buying basics and buying poor quality shit is so cheap when buying it new. In fact, some of the stuff I could probably get at the same price or maybe even cheaper buying it new rather than secondhand. So I would only consider buying something secondhand if it was really unique, something that really suited my taste and if it was a high quality garment. I don't want to get into the whole moral/ethical thing about sweatshop vs. charity store but I just wanted to explain my reasoning.
J
The powers of this girl. I wish I could sew like her. Some of those dresses she makes look to be so high quality. Literally, better than the quality of half the stuff you find in the shops these days (well, the cheapo shops anyway...). My favourite one was when she made a sequin mini-dress out of a TOP. A top, friends. A top. How does one make a dress out of a top? You should probably ask this ^ girl. Not even a tunic top, a normal length top. Sure, it had those big, flappy sleeves but seriously. A whole dress out of one top. Have I talked too much about this top now?
I love sewing and refashioning because it lets me wear stuff I had given up on, it lets me make things fit my body better and it lets me make stuff that I actually want to wear (case in point: the bajillion half-cardigans I made last summer). I went op-shopping with Little Mishelle around that time. I was really pumped about it because I wanted to find some stuff to refashion but I just wasn't feeling it when I got there. It might have been because it was around 40 degrees and foul. But I also felt like I only wanted to buy stuff if it was really high quality (it sounds a bit roundabout but I'll explain myself later). I also probably had really high expectations (from reading so many vintage and refashion blogs...) which were not met (too many granny pants).
So, my reason for only wanting to buy high quality stuff secondhand is this: buying basics and buying poor quality shit is so cheap when buying it new. In fact, some of the stuff I could probably get at the same price or maybe even cheaper buying it new rather than secondhand. So I would only consider buying something secondhand if it was really unique, something that really suited my taste and if it was a high quality garment. I don't want to get into the whole moral/ethical thing about sweatshop vs. charity store but I just wanted to explain my reasoning.
J
The Black Keys - "Tighten Up"
This is pretty fabulous. It has taught me that kids smell like ranch dressing.
In other news, I spent 45 minutes finding one reference for my critical appraisal and then I lost it. I don't know how. But I spent half of last night trying to find it again but it's useless. To be immoral and fake it or not?
J
In other news, I spent 45 minutes finding one reference for my critical appraisal and then I lost it. I don't know how. But I spent half of last night trying to find it again but it's useless. To be immoral and fake it or not?
J
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Devastated
I have been really upset the last few days...
... because I saw a picture of me from the side and my eyebrows looked really sparse.
I always thought I had decent eyebrows. You know, not too thick, not too thin. But now I know. I have that sparse-looking thing that old Asian women have when they pluck all their eyebrows off and fill them in with brow pencil (or tattoo them, gasp!). Maybe I should just start doing that now. I'm already halfway there and I don't even pluck my brows that much!
So now I'm also considering letting them grow out until they become caveman-y and fabulous except it will 100% transpire that, while my brows will get all long and tangly until I can braid them, they will still look sparse from the side!
GOD. MY LIFE IS TERRIBLE.
(Also, Seal is hot. YES?)
J
... because I saw a picture of me from the side and my eyebrows looked really sparse.
I always thought I had decent eyebrows. You know, not too thick, not too thin. But now I know. I have that sparse-looking thing that old Asian women have when they pluck all their eyebrows off and fill them in with brow pencil (or tattoo them, gasp!). Maybe I should just start doing that now. I'm already halfway there and I don't even pluck my brows that much!
So now I'm also considering letting them grow out until they become caveman-y and fabulous except it will 100% transpire that, while my brows will get all long and tangly until I can braid them, they will still look sparse from the side!
GOD. MY LIFE IS TERRIBLE.
(Also, Seal is hot. YES?)
J
Schmidt's Work Out Video
This is a bit old and I wanted to post it up a few weeks ago (or whenever it came out, can't remember) but I can never log into blogger when I've got LMS up so then I forget/give up.
So, this is quite fabulous. Not as funny as the dating video one, in my opinion, but when he starts dancing on the bike (/spoiler) I lose it. Schmidty boy.
J
So, this is quite fabulous. Not as funny as the dating video one, in my opinion, but when he starts dancing on the bike (/spoiler) I lose it. Schmidty boy.
J
My People
Guys, should I move to Russia? I just found out that Russians don't wear "street shoes" in the house and will usually go barefoot or wear house slippers (given the sub-zero temperatures and all).
http://www.firebirdtravel.com/Travel_Tips.php
This discovery may have been made as I was perusing the fashion blog of a Russian woman living in the US and I noticed LE GASP, NO SHOES ON IN THE HOUSE. Not on her, not on her friend or their kids. My heart filled with joy.
I have found them, friends. My counterparts.
J
http://www.firebirdtravel.com/Travel_Tips.php
This discovery may have been made as I was perusing the fashion blog of a Russian woman living in the US and I noticed LE GASP, NO SHOES ON IN THE HOUSE. Not on her, not on her friend or their kids. My heart filled with joy.
I have found them, friends. My counterparts.
J
Monday, April 23, 2012
Things I've Been Up To
1. Becoming obsessed with The Voice. Especially this audition:
2. Exercising. I'm trying to do 25 minutes of strength training (medium weights, sit ups, mad planking except I can only do 30 seconds and I'm pretty sure I was able to do more when I was a kid... I think it's because I was lighter then. Now, I'm too fat to hold my own weight) 5-6 times a week. This also looks amazing: http://www.wired.com/gamelife/2011/10/zombies-run/ If only I still ran... but I honestly just can't. It makes me so puffed out until the point of nausea, so bad that I want to throw up. It kills my knees too. But still, that looks like so much fun and anything that makes exercising fun is great, right?
But honestly. Exercising sucks. It feels good when you're done. You feel accomplished and you feel tired but in a good way. But before, I just dread it. And then when you're doing it and it hurts, you think, "Why don't I just get fat instead?" and then you get halfway through and you think, "Ugh, might as well keep... going..." And then you get to the end and eat three tim tams.
3. Working. A lot of uni assignments coming up. Pain in the bloody arse. But still, studying for exams is so much worse.
4. Making eye-contact with hot guys in my FCP tute. Oh ma goodness... This is the guy I was referring to a couple weeks back when I mentioned the guy I had mapped out my entire future with over the course of 48 hours. Today, the tute was on HRT and contraception etc. The kids get really off topic and he brought up the question, "So what's the chance of a woman getting pregnant at any time, anyway? Like, if you just picked a random girl and..." I started laughing (so did others but I swear... it was like we had a connection) and he glanced over at me and EVEN GLANCED BACK again as he saw my laughing. Oh, my God. What will our children look like?
5. Bumping into Caitlyn at the entrance of Reid. What a sweetheart. I miss these girls so much. I rarely get to see you guys anymore because we can never synchronize schedules. The best thing about these sort of friends that you just have known so long is you can pretty much just say stuff as you want to. And they know you. You can say stuff like, "Your hair's getting so long!" and not look like a creeper. I hate having to pretend I'm not a creeper in front of people I don't know well.
6. Reading Pride & Prejudice again. Yeah, this book is awesome. For anyone who hasn't read it, I suggest you do. Or watch the movie. I don't know. They're both so excellent (and the '95 short series as well) and I give extra kudos to the book for obviously being the egg to the movie's chicken (or however you want to think about it). But the movie was what drew me in and made me want to read the book. I don't know if I could have stomached that old man jargon that is so common to classic lit without having that image of Mr. Fitzwilliam Handsome in my head.
7. Getting jiggy wid it.
J
2. Exercising. I'm trying to do 25 minutes of strength training (medium weights, sit ups, mad planking except I can only do 30 seconds and I'm pretty sure I was able to do more when I was a kid... I think it's because I was lighter then. Now, I'm too fat to hold my own weight) 5-6 times a week. This also looks amazing: http://www.wired.com/gamelife/2011/10/zombies-run/ If only I still ran... but I honestly just can't. It makes me so puffed out until the point of nausea, so bad that I want to throw up. It kills my knees too. But still, that looks like so much fun and anything that makes exercising fun is great, right?
But honestly. Exercising sucks. It feels good when you're done. You feel accomplished and you feel tired but in a good way. But before, I just dread it. And then when you're doing it and it hurts, you think, "Why don't I just get fat instead?" and then you get halfway through and you think, "Ugh, might as well keep... going..." And then you get to the end and eat three tim tams.
3. Working. A lot of uni assignments coming up. Pain in the bloody arse. But still, studying for exams is so much worse.
4. Making eye-contact with hot guys in my FCP tute. Oh ma goodness... This is the guy I was referring to a couple weeks back when I mentioned the guy I had mapped out my entire future with over the course of 48 hours. Today, the tute was on HRT and contraception etc. The kids get really off topic and he brought up the question, "So what's the chance of a woman getting pregnant at any time, anyway? Like, if you just picked a random girl and..." I started laughing (so did others but I swear... it was like we had a connection) and he glanced over at me and EVEN GLANCED BACK again as he saw my laughing. Oh, my God. What will our children look like?
5. Bumping into Caitlyn at the entrance of Reid. What a sweetheart. I miss these girls so much. I rarely get to see you guys anymore because we can never synchronize schedules. The best thing about these sort of friends that you just have known so long is you can pretty much just say stuff as you want to. And they know you. You can say stuff like, "Your hair's getting so long!" and not look like a creeper. I hate having to pretend I'm not a creeper in front of people I don't know well.
6. Reading Pride & Prejudice again. Yeah, this book is awesome. For anyone who hasn't read it, I suggest you do. Or watch the movie. I don't know. They're both so excellent (and the '95 short series as well) and I give extra kudos to the book for obviously being the egg to the movie's chicken (or however you want to think about it). But the movie was what drew me in and made me want to read the book. I don't know if I could have stomached that old man jargon that is so common to classic lit without having that image of Mr. Fitzwilliam Handsome in my head.
7. Getting jiggy wid it.
J
Thursday, April 19, 2012
A+
Trying to hold in my laughter at Big Michelle's boyfriend's rendition of "A Team" on YouTube. Oh man, I would link you all to this masterpiece but it would be kind of creepy.
For the last couple of days I have been proactively freaking out about my upcoming gastrointestinal examination examination. That is, an examination of me performing a GIT examination. This is because the whole fucking thing is a hot mess of feeling for things that are, for the most part, unfeelable unless the person has a Fat Dirty Tumour. And also because it involves percussion and I still struggle between remembering that AIR SOUNDS RESONANT AND SOLID SHIT SOUNDS DULL. I literally take three minutes to try and figure out which is which even though it should be instinctual because hollow shit sounds resonant. I'm pretty sure we all learnt this as infants when we ran into walls with air behind them and thought to ourself, "OH MY GOD, THAT SHIT IS RESONANT."
Just a few minutes ago, I sat on the toilet (see, I had just finished urinating) and had a tap tap tap of my abdomen and chest (boobs are such an inconvenience) to listen for my liver and I FOUND THAT BASTARD. I had never actually heard the difference before (as in, I just pretended I was hearing the correct stuff in all the examinations I have done in the past including last year's) and now I can and it is blissful. It's orgasmic. It's like being blissed out on the highest quality things in the world.
J
For the last couple of days I have been proactively freaking out about my upcoming gastrointestinal examination examination. That is, an examination of me performing a GIT examination. This is because the whole fucking thing is a hot mess of feeling for things that are, for the most part, unfeelable unless the person has a Fat Dirty Tumour. And also because it involves percussion and I still struggle between remembering that AIR SOUNDS RESONANT AND SOLID SHIT SOUNDS DULL. I literally take three minutes to try and figure out which is which even though it should be instinctual because hollow shit sounds resonant. I'm pretty sure we all learnt this as infants when we ran into walls with air behind them and thought to ourself, "OH MY GOD, THAT SHIT IS RESONANT."
Just a few minutes ago, I sat on the toilet (see, I had just finished urinating) and had a tap tap tap of my abdomen and chest (boobs are such an inconvenience) to listen for my liver and I FOUND THAT BASTARD. I had never actually heard the difference before (as in, I just pretended I was hearing the correct stuff in all the examinations I have done in the past including last year's) and now I can and it is blissful. It's orgasmic. It's like being blissed out on the highest quality things in the world.
J
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
I Love You, Most Ardently
Still watching Pride & Prejudice. Forgot how this movie gives me chills. So perfect. That scene on the cliff... In the rain under the gazebo... Most ardently, indeed!
J
J
I'm a Lady!
I was walking down the street behind IGA around lunchtime today on my way to the bus stop. I see this Chinese guy riding on his bicycle in the opposite direction to me. He slows down as he comes towards me and says, "Excuse me, lady. Where is shopping centre?"
"Lady?" I think to myself. This young gentleman (actually, he was middle aged, not young) was clearly a recent immigrant so I let this one slip.
"Down that way," I said with a smile.
"Thank you." He was very courteous.
So, I had my NS BS (thanks for that, Sez Dawg) this arvo. Let's not talk about it. Not that it was particularly bad, it just wasn't particularly good so...
I am enjoying a visual screening of Pride & Prejudice now. Tomorrow, I have another GP placement and my home visit. If you don't hear from me in the next 24 hours, assume I've been killed by the 55 year old lady with chronic disease I am visiting tomorrow.
I worked out again this morning. I don't know if it was that or something else but I had a killer headache in the exam today and kept yawning.
J
"Lady?" I think to myself. This young gentleman (actually, he was middle aged, not young) was clearly a recent immigrant so I let this one slip.
"Down that way," I said with a smile.
"Thank you." He was very courteous.
So, I had my NS BS (thanks for that, Sez Dawg) this arvo. Let's not talk about it. Not that it was particularly bad, it just wasn't particularly good so...
I am enjoying a visual screening of Pride & Prejudice now. Tomorrow, I have another GP placement and my home visit. If you don't hear from me in the next 24 hours, assume I've been killed by the 55 year old lady with chronic disease I am visiting tomorrow.
I worked out again this morning. I don't know if it was that or something else but I had a killer headache in the exam today and kept yawning.
J
Taylor Swift - "Both of Us"
I wasn't going to blog this but then it was just too much: http://fuckyeahkarina.tumblr.com/post/20920968872/both-of-us-b-o-b-ft-taylor-swift-i-wish-i
She sounds so beautiful. Her voice is so clear and angelic. She really has become so amazing.
J
She sounds so beautiful. Her voice is so clear and angelic. She really has become so amazing.
J
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Lead Me Up The Staircase
It's safe to say I've become obsessed with "Sparks Fly" over the last few days. I literally have played it on repeat for the last 20 minutes.
When Speak Now first came out, "Enchanted" was by far my favourite. And then it slowly morphed to "Mine." And then to "Superman." And now "Sparks Fly" which, to be fair, was always one of my favourites from the track.
But it's such a catchy, lively song. I just love it. Also, the concert video that goes with the song is beautiful (I would post it here but I'm capped). As in, every time I listen to I imagine what happens in the concert video happening. Like when she flips her hair all dramatically and in slow-mo. And during the bridge when she struts down the stage as she sings, "I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild."
Yes, please.
Just wrong enough to make it feel right.
J
When Speak Now first came out, "Enchanted" was by far my favourite. And then it slowly morphed to "Mine." And then to "Superman." And now "Sparks Fly" which, to be fair, was always one of my favourites from the track.
But it's such a catchy, lively song. I just love it. Also, the concert video that goes with the song is beautiful (I would post it here but I'm capped). As in, every time I listen to I imagine what happens in the concert video happening. Like when she flips her hair all dramatically and in slow-mo. And during the bridge when she struts down the stage as she sings, "I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild."
Yes, please.
Just wrong enough to make it feel right.
J
It's True
http://carrotsncake.com/2009/06/let-the-celebration-begin.html
^ My favourite post on Carrots n' Cake in the history of Carrots n' Cake (thus far).
Because she and her husband are... what's that? Yes, adorable.
Because I love reading about public transportation in other cities.
Because she's just cute.
Yep.
J
^ My favourite post on Carrots n' Cake in the history of Carrots n' Cake (thus far).
Because she and her husband are... what's that? Yes, adorable.
Because I love reading about public transportation in other cities.
Because she's just cute.
Yep.
J
So I'm Wondering...
Poll: do you think Taylor Swift has/has had sex?
I don't know, guys. It's so weird to think about it because she's very much a virginal angel in my mind. But just that line in "Mine" where she sings, "And there's a draw of my things at your place," and some of the lyrics in Sparks Fly...
But who could she have had sex with? Certainly not that foul, pungent JoBro. Lest it be Jake Jiggyhall? Or one of her mystery, unspoken-about suitors?
I don't know if I should be wondering about this... She's just so tall.
I am editing this post a few minutes on and have come to the sound conclusion that wow, obviously Tay has participated in intercourse. She's an attractive young lady who's had attractive young suitors and she's not super religious or conservative and she's over 21. So. Yeah. This post is basically the evolution of a three minute thought process. Feel free to ignore it.
J
I don't know, guys. It's so weird to think about it because she's very much a virginal angel in my mind. But just that line in "Mine" where she sings, "And there's a draw of my things at your place," and some of the lyrics in Sparks Fly...
But who could she have had sex with? Certainly not that foul, pungent JoBro. Lest it be Jake Jiggyhall? Or one of her mystery, unspoken-about suitors?
I don't know if I should be wondering about this... She's just so tall.
I am editing this post a few minutes on and have come to the sound conclusion that wow, obviously Tay has participated in intercourse. She's an attractive young lady who's had attractive young suitors and she's not super religious or conservative and she's over 21. So. Yeah. This post is basically the evolution of a three minute thought process. Feel free to ignore it.
J
Because I'm Fat
I exercised for the first time in about 2-3 months yesterday. If you include hardcore morning walking with Little Mishelle over the summer holidays... As for "real" exercise, it's been over a year (since me and Little Mishelle used to go for hardcore morning jogs... then we got old and decided we should walk like 50 year old women instead).
My thights and arms are aching. but it's kind of a good feeling. Har har.
Anyway, I exercised this morning as well. By the end of it, I literally could barely stand. As in, I was tidying up and my knees buckled and I dropped to the floor. It was kind of hilarious and really pathetic at the same time. Now, just writing is quite strenuous for me.
J
My thights and arms are aching. but it's kind of a good feeling. Har har.
Anyway, I exercised this morning as well. By the end of it, I literally could barely stand. As in, I was tidying up and my knees buckled and I dropped to the floor. It was kind of hilarious and really pathetic at the same time. Now, just writing is quite strenuous for me.
J
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Mi Querida!
Spent the better part of last night and some of this morning reading Shadowland. For those not in the know, that is the first book in the Mediator series, possibly the best series ever. written.
This series of books, my friends, was the basis of my adolescent years from 13-15 (amongst many other embarrassing things) as you all probably know. I used to read at least some of it every single week for many months. I would go into the middle school library early in the mornings before anyone else was there yet and just immerse myself in the beautiful and spectacular world of Susannah Simon, Jesse de Silva and Paul Slater.
I forgot how much I love these books. Perhaps lacking the same maturosity and sophisticosity as Meg's older gentlelady books but still, when I sit there and read about how Jesse stood up and angrily grasped Suze by the wrist, looked forcefully into her emerald green eyes and said, "No, Susannah. It is too dangerous," my heart skips a beat and I'm 14 years old again with my blue backpack and oversized school uniform polo shirts and low ponytails (okay, I still enjoy the low ponytail every now and then) and it's so wonderful to be back there.
NS midsem on Tuesday arvo. So, that's what I've been working for so strenuously for the last week and a bit... It's hard to stomach the fact that all these hours of work have been for a one hour exam.
Oh Susannah, don't you cry for me. I will get through this.
J
This series of books, my friends, was the basis of my adolescent years from 13-15 (amongst many other embarrassing things) as you all probably know. I used to read at least some of it every single week for many months. I would go into the middle school library early in the mornings before anyone else was there yet and just immerse myself in the beautiful and spectacular world of Susannah Simon, Jesse de Silva and Paul Slater.
I forgot how much I love these books. Perhaps lacking the same maturosity and sophisticosity as Meg's older gentlelady books but still, when I sit there and read about how Jesse stood up and angrily grasped Suze by the wrist, looked forcefully into her emerald green eyes and said, "No, Susannah. It is too dangerous," my heart skips a beat and I'm 14 years old again with my blue backpack and oversized school uniform polo shirts and low ponytails (okay, I still enjoy the low ponytail every now and then) and it's so wonderful to be back there.
NS midsem on Tuesday arvo. So, that's what I've been working for so strenuously for the last week and a bit... It's hard to stomach the fact that all these hours of work have been for a one hour exam.
Oh Susannah, don't you cry for me. I will get through this.
J
Beware
I know. Dreams are actually kind of boring if they're not your own. I think we've all suffered through having to listen to someone else telling us about their very exciting dream... So you've been forewarned. This post is about my dreams.
I've been remembering them somewhat well as of late because they've been rather disturbing.
For example, a couple of days ago I dreamt I was in Malaysia in a public shopping centre. The floors were all slippery (please God, I don't want to know why) and I kept falling over and landing on my ass and getting filth all over it. There is something so different about the filth in Australia vs. Asia. In Asia, it is, for the most part, piss and shit. Here, I feel the dirt is more wholesome. It's actually... dirt. Yeah, there's piss and shit but at least it's hidden under dirt so we're fooled into believing it's just soil or it's just brown paint.
So that kept happening. I really should have left the shopping centre at that point but instead I went to use the bathroom where it was even more wet. I fell into a squat toilet with someone else's shit in it. I woke up then. I think from self-preservation. That is not the first time I've had that dream.
Yesterday night, my dream had something to do with India and Bollywood. I think because of two things. Firstly, that night I watched this show on BBC called UK Family or something like that. It was one of those horribly depressing reality shows that lacks all the glamour and drama we like. Instead, it was about an Indian family in the UK and it was so fucking depressing. I feel really claustrophobic when I watch those shows like I can't get out, this is life! Where every day is just four walls and the same thing and boring people. Secondly, I was browsing facebook when I came across one of those articles someone had read about some Indian actress who pretended to be pregnant for Halloween or something. Can't really remember. So that contributed to my Bollywood inspired dream. I think I was married to an Indian man but we lived in Switzerland for some reason and we went skiing a lot. In that sense, it was actually a pretty good dream.
Not sure what happened last night. Must've been something bad because I blocked it out.
Happy Saturday, friends.
J
I've been remembering them somewhat well as of late because they've been rather disturbing.
For example, a couple of days ago I dreamt I was in Malaysia in a public shopping centre. The floors were all slippery (please God, I don't want to know why) and I kept falling over and landing on my ass and getting filth all over it. There is something so different about the filth in Australia vs. Asia. In Asia, it is, for the most part, piss and shit. Here, I feel the dirt is more wholesome. It's actually... dirt. Yeah, there's piss and shit but at least it's hidden under dirt so we're fooled into believing it's just soil or it's just brown paint.
So that kept happening. I really should have left the shopping centre at that point but instead I went to use the bathroom where it was even more wet. I fell into a squat toilet with someone else's shit in it. I woke up then. I think from self-preservation. That is not the first time I've had that dream.
Yesterday night, my dream had something to do with India and Bollywood. I think because of two things. Firstly, that night I watched this show on BBC called UK Family or something like that. It was one of those horribly depressing reality shows that lacks all the glamour and drama we like. Instead, it was about an Indian family in the UK and it was so fucking depressing. I feel really claustrophobic when I watch those shows like I can't get out, this is life! Where every day is just four walls and the same thing and boring people. Secondly, I was browsing facebook when I came across one of those articles someone had read about some Indian actress who pretended to be pregnant for Halloween or something. Can't really remember. So that contributed to my Bollywood inspired dream. I think I was married to an Indian man but we lived in Switzerland for some reason and we went skiing a lot. In that sense, it was actually a pretty good dream.
Not sure what happened last night. Must've been something bad because I blocked it out.
Happy Saturday, friends.
J
Thursday, April 12, 2012
You Other Brothers Can't Deny
I love the shit out of this blog: http://carrotsncake.com
I started reading it last summer when I was in my healthy phase (it has a cyclical pattern much like melatonin... once every summer...) but I've kept reading it ever since. I don't know why but I love this blog beyond natural causes. I'm usually more attracted to snarkier, more "real" blogs but this one just endears itself to me so damn much. I think it's a combination of how seemingly sweet and somewhat naive the writer is (I think she just only ever writes the good shit in her blog and leaves the nast ass crack out), her little catchphrases ("holy yum"), her dog, her awesome relationship with her husband and the fact that she documents EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF HER LIFE.
Seriously. Ya'll know I am one hell of a creepy stalker stranger bitch so I naturally love this blog. In fact, this was probably the first of its kind I discovered and from it I found a bounch of links to very similar "health" blogs where the writers take pictures of everything they eat and document their workouts and what they do. However, Tina's is definitely the most interesting one I've encountered because she incorporates part of her personal and daily life into it whereas the others tend to focus more on the food and the exercise.
I love the idea of documenting all the things and putting it up on the Internet for God and the world to read (because I like being able to track her movements and stalk her and wait in her bushes until the right moment).
I was contemplating doing this myself but then I was all, "But then all dem bitches will know all the crap I eat," and then I thought, "Plus I'm lazy," and then I thought, "Plus I eat the same thing for breakfast everyday," and then I thought, "FUCK DEM PAEDOPHILES."
I know I'm technically an adult but in my mind I'm still a sweet little kid, susceptible to old men in white vans. It's a bit of a bad stereotype, no? Anyone can be paedophiles. It's probably these sorts of stereotypes that makes it easier for actual paedophiles to go undercover and get to our blessed children.
I'm feeling in a bit of a weird mood tonight hence the slightly concerning blog post. Got a fair bit of study done today and am just finishing up some FCP work this evening then it's off for the rest of the night to indulge in either The Venereal Disease or do a spot of reading.
Yeah.
I love big butts and I cannot lie.
J
I started reading it last summer when I was in my healthy phase (it has a cyclical pattern much like melatonin... once every summer...) but I've kept reading it ever since. I don't know why but I love this blog beyond natural causes. I'm usually more attracted to snarkier, more "real" blogs but this one just endears itself to me so damn much. I think it's a combination of how seemingly sweet and somewhat naive the writer is (I think she just only ever writes the good shit in her blog and leaves the nast ass crack out), her little catchphrases ("holy yum"), her dog, her awesome relationship with her husband and the fact that she documents EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF HER LIFE.
Seriously. Ya'll know I am one hell of a creepy stalker stranger bitch so I naturally love this blog. In fact, this was probably the first of its kind I discovered and from it I found a bounch of links to very similar "health" blogs where the writers take pictures of everything they eat and document their workouts and what they do. However, Tina's is definitely the most interesting one I've encountered because she incorporates part of her personal and daily life into it whereas the others tend to focus more on the food and the exercise.
I love the idea of documenting all the things and putting it up on the Internet for God and the world to read (because I like being able to track her movements and stalk her and wait in her bushes until the right moment).
I was contemplating doing this myself but then I was all, "But then all dem bitches will know all the crap I eat," and then I thought, "Plus I'm lazy," and then I thought, "Plus I eat the same thing for breakfast everyday," and then I thought, "FUCK DEM PAEDOPHILES."
I know I'm technically an adult but in my mind I'm still a sweet little kid, susceptible to old men in white vans. It's a bit of a bad stereotype, no? Anyone can be paedophiles. It's probably these sorts of stereotypes that makes it easier for actual paedophiles to go undercover and get to our blessed children.
I'm feeling in a bit of a weird mood tonight hence the slightly concerning blog post. Got a fair bit of study done today and am just finishing up some FCP work this evening then it's off for the rest of the night to indulge in either The Venereal Disease or do a spot of reading.
Yeah.
I love big butts and I cannot lie.
J
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Lieburkun!
I have taken to speaking in a South African (my favourite <3) or Irish accent while studying. Smashing out some histo quizzes (oh my, I love saying "smashing out" some study or quizzes or whatever and I finally figured out why. It's because is such a real and physical word. When I say that, I feel like I'm physically smashing this study up on my way to self-fulfilment and it gives me immense pleasure) as we speak and high-fiving myself when I get that shit right.
Pissing in my panties about the NS midsem to be quite honest. Especially with foreshers where everyone's all, "And this does this and that does that, YAY!" and I'm all, "Hurr, leprechauns," because I've delved back into my Irish accent, you see.
J
Pissing in my panties about the NS midsem to be quite honest. Especially with foreshers where everyone's all, "And this does this and that does that, YAY!" and I'm all, "Hurr, leprechauns," because I've delved back into my Irish accent, you see.
J
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
I Have Trouble Articulating Myself Right Now
Home alone today.
Voice hoarse from singing loudly to Taylor (and other activities...).
Looking at shit in my lab book and thinking to myself, "That's not going to be in the exam. Hurr, next page." Now I'm a quarter way through the labs and have to go back because I said that about so much stuff.
Decided that my wedding cake is going to feature three flavours. Each tier will have three layers. Not sure if each tier will have different flavours. But definitely chocolate, some berry flavour (blueberry!) and carrot cake. I don't know. It's a bit wild and preposterous at this point. Will have to do taste tests at some point...
Successfully facebook stalked three people this morning.
Listened to three histo lectures and fell in love with Luis Fuilgiera all over again.
J
Voice hoarse from singing loudly to Taylor (and other activities...).
Looking at shit in my lab book and thinking to myself, "That's not going to be in the exam. Hurr, next page." Now I'm a quarter way through the labs and have to go back because I said that about so much stuff.
Decided that my wedding cake is going to feature three flavours. Each tier will have three layers. Not sure if each tier will have different flavours. But definitely chocolate, some berry flavour (blueberry!) and carrot cake. I don't know. It's a bit wild and preposterous at this point. Will have to do taste tests at some point...
Successfully facebook stalked three people this morning.
Listened to three histo lectures and fell in love with Luis Fuilgiera all over again.
J
Sunday, April 8, 2012
No Bueno
I've been meaning to make this for about a week now. It summises my feelings towards the season two finale of The Venereal Disease so well.
J
Howdy, Ma'am
YAS. Finally halfway through studying my notes. It's too bad I've forgotten the first half of what I've studied and the second half is slowly slipping from my memory as I continue studying.
You know that thing where all this information is literally on the brink of falling off into the abyss? That's how it feels now. Like, everything is tethered to my mind through these ropes that are slowly unravelling. I have about a million tiny, little tricks and mnemonics to help me remember all this stuff. Slowly but surely however, all of these are dripping away like fat off a Sunday roast.
How was that analogy for you, you vegetarians out there?
Hope your easter is swell. I told my dad he should start giving me and my brother easter bunnies every year again. He stopped a couple of years ago. I was pretty distraught. Only now did I muster up the courage to insist upon him reinstating this magnificent tradition.
J
You know that thing where all this information is literally on the brink of falling off into the abyss? That's how it feels now. Like, everything is tethered to my mind through these ropes that are slowly unravelling. I have about a million tiny, little tricks and mnemonics to help me remember all this stuff. Slowly but surely however, all of these are dripping away like fat off a Sunday roast.
How was that analogy for you, you vegetarians out there?
Hope your easter is swell. I told my dad he should start giving me and my brother easter bunnies every year again. He stopped a couple of years ago. I was pretty distraught. Only now did I muster up the courage to insist upon him reinstating this magnificent tradition.
J
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Zach and Candice
My reaction to finding out Candice Accola and Zach Roerig are dating:
FUCK YEAH.
I swear this is the first time any of my favourite fictional relationships have ever transpired into real life. Yes, I like Tyler and Caroline together but, you may remember, that it was always Caroline and Matt. Tyler was like a passing fancy.
Matt Donovan makes me all tingly.
J
FUCK YEAH.
I swear this is the first time any of my favourite fictional relationships have ever transpired into real life. Yes, I like Tyler and Caroline together but, you may remember, that it was always Caroline and Matt. Tyler was like a passing fancy.
Matt Donovan makes me all tingly.
J
Friday, April 6, 2012
Candice Accola - "Sweet Jealousy"
She is legit the best thing on The Vampire Diaries. She is so wonderful, plays a sassy, flawed but wonderful character. She's grown so much through the course of the show. Oh Caroline. I want her and Tyler to have little 2/3 werewolf, 1/3 vampire kids (is that possible?) and just live in happiness for the rest of eternity, having wild, rampant hybrid sex EACH AND EVERY DAY AND NIGHT.
J
J
Happy Easter
I thought that if any of you were fabulous enough to enjoy a good desk-picture as much as me, you might find interest in these. Consider them my Easter gift to you:
J
J
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Elena Smellbert
Is it wrong that I keep rewatching Elena Gilbert getting smacked across the face over and over again?
Best. Back-hand. Ever.
I despise that girl.
J
Best. Back-hand. Ever.
I despise that girl.
J
Vaglarious
There are two things I will never tire of:
1. Pictures of breakfasts.
2. Pictures of desks/study areas.
Ya'll know I love a good breakfast. I just love breakfast. I love looking at it, eating it, dreaming about it. I often think about what I'm going to eat for breakfast the night before I eat it... which for the past four months has been porridge with banana. I really enjoy looking at what other people are eating for breakfast.
As for the desk thing, I get immense pleasure from looking at the space at which people work, their notebooks, their pens, whether they're neat or messy, they're handwriting. Everything. I can actually look at a picture of a beautiful messy desk (I love looking at pictures of messy desks but hate it when my desk is messy) for hours (I exaggerate), scrutinizing everything. It really makes me happy.
You guys probably also know I just love blogs and looking at picture blogs. Recently, I've been getting into looking at Russian pictures blogs (not purposely, they just have really nice picture blogs) and noticed that in all desk pictures, they wrote on graph paper. This I found hilarious. Graph paper? Graph paper is for graphs! I mean, their function is in their name... It's pretty self-explanatory. Anyway, I did some research (ie: googled "do russians use graph paper to write") and found that a lot of European countries use graph paper instead of lined paper and they find people who write on lined paper bizarre!
Oh, this universe of ours. It constantly surprises me.
So tired from writing up lectures notes from today's lecture on the pelvis and the pelvic floor. Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe I actually really REALLY found the lecture material hilarious, but I could not stop cracking up. Prior to the lecture, Chris and I were discussing the slides and how they started off nice and gentle with cartoon drawings of asses and then BAM, very graphic drawings of ladies with legs spread open, vag out and all, and then BAM, some real life ones. So when the time came that Luis (my love, my one and only) flipped to these slides, I experienced a great and terrible reaction.
The best part was that when he flipped to the best/most heinous pictures (I'm talking full on, just some really excellent full frontal action) some guy sitting at the back of the class cracked up so loud.
Yeah, vaginas are still funny.
J
1. Pictures of breakfasts.
2. Pictures of desks/study areas.
Ya'll know I love a good breakfast. I just love breakfast. I love looking at it, eating it, dreaming about it. I often think about what I'm going to eat for breakfast the night before I eat it... which for the past four months has been porridge with banana. I really enjoy looking at what other people are eating for breakfast.
As for the desk thing, I get immense pleasure from looking at the space at which people work, their notebooks, their pens, whether they're neat or messy, they're handwriting. Everything. I can actually look at a picture of a beautiful messy desk (I love looking at pictures of messy desks but hate it when my desk is messy) for hours (I exaggerate), scrutinizing everything. It really makes me happy.
You guys probably also know I just love blogs and looking at picture blogs. Recently, I've been getting into looking at Russian pictures blogs (not purposely, they just have really nice picture blogs) and noticed that in all desk pictures, they wrote on graph paper. This I found hilarious. Graph paper? Graph paper is for graphs! I mean, their function is in their name... It's pretty self-explanatory. Anyway, I did some research (ie: googled "do russians use graph paper to write") and found that a lot of European countries use graph paper instead of lined paper and they find people who write on lined paper bizarre!
Oh, this universe of ours. It constantly surprises me.
So tired from writing up lectures notes from today's lecture on the pelvis and the pelvic floor. Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe I actually really REALLY found the lecture material hilarious, but I could not stop cracking up. Prior to the lecture, Chris and I were discussing the slides and how they started off nice and gentle with cartoon drawings of asses and then BAM, very graphic drawings of ladies with legs spread open, vag out and all, and then BAM, some real life ones. So when the time came that Luis (my love, my one and only) flipped to these slides, I experienced a great and terrible reaction.
The best part was that when he flipped to the best/most heinous pictures (I'm talking full on, just some really excellent full frontal action) some guy sitting at the back of the class cracked up so loud.
Yeah, vaginas are still funny.
J
Two Hot Guys
Saw/enjoyed the two hottest guys on the bus today that I've seen in a long, long time.
The first was on the bus ride from Welly Station to uni. I stood next to him as we waited for the bus. He was tall and very lanky. His wrists were smaller than mine. His hair was a kind of floppy brown and from behind you might think him a little ugly or plain looking and nerdy... But his face was just so man-pretty. A very handsome face. I think he was an architecture student as he had one of those large briefcasey folders with him. He looked very down-to-earth, a little shy and approachable. This is the second time I've seen him. I stood next to him at Welly Station last week too. Do you think we're meant to be?
The second was on the bus ride home. It was unfortunate as initially he was standing in front of me in the aisle while I sat down a couple of seats behind him. Obviously, I had a really outstanding view (he was wearing a reasonably fitted blue sweater). But then the bus filled up and the driver told everyone to keep moving back so he ended up standing behind me and I could no longer participate in some carefree ogling. Instead, I fantasised that he was looking at me and imagining how wonderful I must be.
He was extremely handsome in that very... happy way. Like, a smile that never quite leaves the face. He was tall, well built, blonde (hm...) with a nice gait. He was definitely your stereotypical goodlooking, strapping young lad which I'm never one to bump. I love a goodlooking, strapping young lad. In fact, that's my favourite type.
This will one day become creepy when I'm 25 and ogling 19 year olds but for now... let me embrace it.
A lot of work to do this weekend and this week. I wish I could be one of those people who actually relaxes on Easter break. Instead, I tell everyone I do when I'm really studying my ass off and it's more stressful than when uni's actually on.
J
The first was on the bus ride from Welly Station to uni. I stood next to him as we waited for the bus. He was tall and very lanky. His wrists were smaller than mine. His hair was a kind of floppy brown and from behind you might think him a little ugly or plain looking and nerdy... But his face was just so man-pretty. A very handsome face. I think he was an architecture student as he had one of those large briefcasey folders with him. He looked very down-to-earth, a little shy and approachable. This is the second time I've seen him. I stood next to him at Welly Station last week too. Do you think we're meant to be?
The second was on the bus ride home. It was unfortunate as initially he was standing in front of me in the aisle while I sat down a couple of seats behind him. Obviously, I had a really outstanding view (he was wearing a reasonably fitted blue sweater). But then the bus filled up and the driver told everyone to keep moving back so he ended up standing behind me and I could no longer participate in some carefree ogling. Instead, I fantasised that he was looking at me and imagining how wonderful I must be.
He was extremely handsome in that very... happy way. Like, a smile that never quite leaves the face. He was tall, well built, blonde (hm...) with a nice gait. He was definitely your stereotypical goodlooking, strapping young lad which I'm never one to bump. I love a goodlooking, strapping young lad. In fact, that's my favourite type.
This will one day become creepy when I'm 25 and ogling 19 year olds but for now... let me embrace it.
A lot of work to do this weekend and this week. I wish I could be one of those people who actually relaxes on Easter break. Instead, I tell everyone I do when I'm really studying my ass off and it's more stressful than when uni's actually on.
J
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Too Nice For N****
I'm trying to identify why I am repelled by nice boys. I've come up with several theories:
1. They remind me of girls. I don't know if this one even makes sense as girls can be really bitchy... Yeah, this one just doesn't really make sense.
2. I can't take them seriously in a romantic way. Meet friend zone. They are too nice and friendly. I guess my thinking goes something like this... Friendly boy --> feels like relative/brother --> flipper children.
3. I'm scared I will offend them.
4. I lack respect for them? This is not true as I really respect nice people (something I can never be... there was an incident today involving Big Michelle and second day hair. The second I said it, I thought, "Oh God, why did I say that?"). I guess I just associate a degree of arrogance and pride and self-confidence with strength and attractiveness. It doesn't really make sense. I probably buy into too many stereotypes and archetypes.
That's the list so far.
J
1. They remind me of girls. I don't know if this one even makes sense as girls can be really bitchy... Yeah, this one just doesn't really make sense.
2. I can't take them seriously in a romantic way. Meet friend zone. They are too nice and friendly. I guess my thinking goes something like this... Friendly boy --> feels like relative/brother --> flipper children.
3. I'm scared I will offend them.
4. I lack respect for them? This is not true as I really respect nice people (something I can never be... there was an incident today involving Big Michelle and second day hair. The second I said it, I thought, "Oh God, why did I say that?"). I guess I just associate a degree of arrogance and pride and self-confidence with strength and attractiveness. It doesn't really make sense. I probably buy into too many stereotypes and archetypes.
That's the list so far.
J
Monday, April 2, 2012
Yes, YOU
I have decided since meeting a girl in our FCP tute, Renee, that I dislike said girl. Those who have known me for a long time (and even then, maybe not) know that I have a tendency to rip my cuticles to shreds. The skin surrounding my fingers is often red, swollen and occasionally bloody. In fact, I think I have done permanent damage to that area as that skin is always kind of red and swollen regardless of whether I've been picking at it.
Anyway. I was casually enjoying a skin-pick in FCP tute today when she says to me, "What's wrong? Why is it peeling?" in this bemused voice.
FUCK HER. HOW DARE SHE MAKE ME FEEL ASHAMED OF MY SKIN PICKING.
I know it's bad... In fact, in year four my teacher was so concerned that she told my mum that she thought my fingers were infected. I kind of do it when I'm bored. They were so bad a couple of weeks ago. Constantly bleeding and then scabbing then I would pick at the scabs. They're better now though.
J
Anyway. I was casually enjoying a skin-pick in FCP tute today when she says to me, "What's wrong? Why is it peeling?" in this bemused voice.
FUCK HER. HOW DARE SHE MAKE ME FEEL ASHAMED OF MY SKIN PICKING.
I know it's bad... In fact, in year four my teacher was so concerned that she told my mum that she thought my fingers were infected. I kind of do it when I'm bored. They were so bad a couple of weeks ago. Constantly bleeding and then scabbing then I would pick at the scabs. They're better now though.
J
Areola
Farking heck. Since last week, have developed a raging crush on a boy I've literally only spoken 15 words too (I did a rough count in my head just then). As in, I have envisioned our entire courtship, wedding, what our children will look like, where we will live and our dying words to each other: "YOU ARE MAJESTIC."
His smile is the most wonderful smile in the world.
Ashamed to say that I facebook stalked my anatomy tutor this afternoon... When I noticed he was mutual friends with someone I know who is gay, I immediately thought, "I WONDER IF HE'S GAY," because, naturally, all gay people tend to associate with one another. Ruined, mate.
Exams to study for.
Also, legit, I nearly saw areola in today's tute. This girl in our tute literally wears shirts that cover half of her breasts. I have nothing against showing a little breast but wouldn't that just be uncomfortable? Wouldn't you be scared to suffer a nip-slip?
J
His smile is the most wonderful smile in the world.
Ashamed to say that I facebook stalked my anatomy tutor this afternoon... When I noticed he was mutual friends with someone I know who is gay, I immediately thought, "I WONDER IF HE'S GAY," because, naturally, all gay people tend to associate with one another. Ruined, mate.
Exams to study for.
Also, legit, I nearly saw areola in today's tute. This girl in our tute literally wears shirts that cover half of her breasts. I have nothing against showing a little breast but wouldn't that just be uncomfortable? Wouldn't you be scared to suffer a nip-slip?
J
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Reflections on Gynaecomastia
Today, I thought about this joke from The Todd in an early season of Scrubs:
"Do you thinks gay people get turned on by their own dicks (or something to that effect)?" - The Todd
The other day, I touched multiple men's breasts. Just casually as I was walking past them in guild village... Many turned to me and said, "HEY!" and then proceeded to chat me up because my touch was so gentle, you see.
Reflecting on The Todd's joke, I thought to myself, "I wonder if men get turned on by their own man boobs."
And that's the end of that story.
J
"Do you thinks gay people get turned on by their own dicks (or something to that effect)?" - The Todd
The other day, I touched multiple men's breasts. Just casually as I was walking past them in guild village... Many turned to me and said, "HEY!" and then proceeded to chat me up because my touch was so gentle, you see.
Reflecting on The Todd's joke, I thought to myself, "I wonder if men get turned on by their own man boobs."
And that's the end of that story.
J
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