There's a GEMP in my FCP tutorial named Jeremy who looks exactly like KevJumba. To me, at least. He is Canadian Singaporean. I think it's the accent (Canadian intermingling with fobby Asian. God, it's good) that makes him irrevocably sexy. I'm not attracted to him in the least but his voice is damn fine.
I'm also winning at Friendquest 2013. Honestly, I feel that I owe it all to Officeworks and this summer. I think back to some of my actions in first and second year and legitimately cringe. I can't imagine what people must think of me. That I'm an unfriendly bitch, sincerely weird and all sorts of messed up. But on the inside, I was just incredibly shy and uncomfortable.
I still am. Filled with a strong discomfort in many situations. And I still found myself on the brink of tears the other day when I had to walk from a lecture to a tutorial by myself when all around me were med kids. Reece was in close proximity and, as per usual, I assumed he was judging me for my lack of my friends.
But it's getting so much better.
How did I find out KevJeremy's life history? I interrogated him before the tutorial (and also so I could keep listening to his beautiful voice).
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.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
This Place
I don't know why but I find uni such a depressing place. The distance from home, this feeling of detachment, how many people there are yet this intense pervasive loneliness. Maybe it's just me.
It just puts me in a bad place the second I step onto campus.
I was feeling great for most of yesterday and flipping fantastic last week. Now, all of a sudden, I feel positively down in the dumps. There's not even a reason for it; it's just being in this place.
Time to buck the fuck up.
J
It just puts me in a bad place the second I step onto campus.
I was feeling great for most of yesterday and flipping fantastic last week. Now, all of a sudden, I feel positively down in the dumps. There's not even a reason for it; it's just being in this place.
Time to buck the fuck up.
J
Monday, February 25, 2013
First Daze
Whilst riding in Kim's car on the way home after an amazing evening tea party, I was suddenly hit with this intense feeling of nostalgia intermingled with melancholy. I felt so separated from these people I hold so closely and dearly to my heart in a way that cannot be fixed. Like we're all going down these different paths, to different universities, careers, homes, livelihoods and futures. But yesterday, we were all sitting together in homeroom and were so "present" with no perceptible future in the distance. In the words of Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift, "everything has changed."
Today is the beginning of our third year of university and Kim's 20th birthday. Can you believe it? I feel so incredibly old, like the years are passing by without respecting the space-time continuum.
I felt so good today in terms of being social and friendly. I think it's because I gave this boy a dollar at the bus port. He asked me for bus money so I gave him what coin I had. He said, "I hope you have a really, really great day. Thank you." I don't know if he really wanted bus money or just wanted money in general but I think that sentiment helped me.
Next, I helped this girl (clearly her first day of uni ever) find the right bus stop. She said thank you profusely and I smiled.
I took the bus to med campus. I've only been to the main lecture theatre once and couldn't quite remember where it was. As I got off, I asked another girl if she knew where it was. She said she was heading in that direction and we walked there together. We talked; she was in third year as well, studying pharmacology. I said, "By the way, my name is Junaberry," and she said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Ros." It was exquisite, introductions being one of my greatest fears. We walked and talked all the way to the lecture theatre and I felt confident and sociable throughout.
When I got there, I walked into this incredibly crowded lecture theatre. It was literally bursting at the seams and I couldn't see anyone I knew well with a spare seat next to them. Desperately and with my heart in my throat, I walked up the stairs and sat next to this random GEMP (he had a beard too) who was sitting next to this guy I knew from Aboriginal Health and FCP tutes.
There's usually a point during my social interactions when I'm not loud enough in saying hello or making my presence known and then it slides into this awkwardness where people don't acknowledge or realize I'm there. I'm like a slip of a shadow. But today, I said hello rather loudly to the people sitting in that vicinity. I introduced myself to the GEMP and talked to the others about our holidays.
It was fucking fantastic.
This evening, we had a tea party in honour of Kim's birthday next to a dirty lake like the derro kids we are. She went all out and I was flabbergasted and impressed and filled with so much love for her. She's a wonderful person. I feel it from the bottom of my heart; I want her to be happy. Just continuously. Everyday, I want her to smile and enjoy peaceful and joyful moments. I want to know her forever and for our kids to be best friends.
Happy birthday, Kimmy.
J
Today is the beginning of our third year of university and Kim's 20th birthday. Can you believe it? I feel so incredibly old, like the years are passing by without respecting the space-time continuum.
I felt so good today in terms of being social and friendly. I think it's because I gave this boy a dollar at the bus port. He asked me for bus money so I gave him what coin I had. He said, "I hope you have a really, really great day. Thank you." I don't know if he really wanted bus money or just wanted money in general but I think that sentiment helped me.
Next, I helped this girl (clearly her first day of uni ever) find the right bus stop. She said thank you profusely and I smiled.
I took the bus to med campus. I've only been to the main lecture theatre once and couldn't quite remember where it was. As I got off, I asked another girl if she knew where it was. She said she was heading in that direction and we walked there together. We talked; she was in third year as well, studying pharmacology. I said, "By the way, my name is Junaberry," and she said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Ros." It was exquisite, introductions being one of my greatest fears. We walked and talked all the way to the lecture theatre and I felt confident and sociable throughout.
When I got there, I walked into this incredibly crowded lecture theatre. It was literally bursting at the seams and I couldn't see anyone I knew well with a spare seat next to them. Desperately and with my heart in my throat, I walked up the stairs and sat next to this random GEMP (he had a beard too) who was sitting next to this guy I knew from Aboriginal Health and FCP tutes.
There's usually a point during my social interactions when I'm not loud enough in saying hello or making my presence known and then it slides into this awkwardness where people don't acknowledge or realize I'm there. I'm like a slip of a shadow. But today, I said hello rather loudly to the people sitting in that vicinity. I introduced myself to the GEMP and talked to the others about our holidays.
It was fucking fantastic.
This evening, we had a tea party in honour of Kim's birthday next to a dirty lake like the derro kids we are. She went all out and I was flabbergasted and impressed and filled with so much love for her. She's a wonderful person. I feel it from the bottom of my heart; I want her to be happy. Just continuously. Everyday, I want her to smile and enjoy peaceful and joyful moments. I want to know her forever and for our kids to be best friends.
Happy birthday, Kimmy.
J
Sunday, February 24, 2013
My Cousin, Goodbye
She went home this afternoon. We played a fairly intense game of Scrabble this morning (I dominated, winning with 327 points and an amazing 96 points for one word, "necromancer") then ate sausages. She's pretty cool; I partially retract my initial sentiments about her.
This week has been pretty off the hook. Life experiences galore:
1. Set up an online dating profile for my 37 year old cousin. On that note... the amount of hits within five minutes was amazing. I think online dating is potentially incredibly successful for a lot of people.
2. Started seriously looking at Europe flights.
3. Went to Rottnest and snorkelled for the first time.
4. Went swimming for the first time in years. Proper swimming with breaststroke and survivor sidestroke.
5. Went cycling for the first time in over 10 years. It was amazing; I wish I had a bike. And cycle paths because you know how I feel about cars and bikes on the same road.
6. Witnessed my 37 cousin hit on two guys, get turned down twice and give no shits either time.
J
This week has been pretty off the hook. Life experiences galore:
1. Set up an online dating profile for my 37 year old cousin. On that note... the amount of hits within five minutes was amazing. I think online dating is potentially incredibly successful for a lot of people.
2. Started seriously looking at Europe flights.
3. Went to Rottnest and snorkelled for the first time.
4. Went swimming for the first time in years. Proper swimming with breaststroke and survivor sidestroke.
5. Went cycling for the first time in over 10 years. It was amazing; I wish I had a bike. And cycle paths because you know how I feel about cars and bikes on the same road.
6. Witnessed my 37 cousin hit on two guys, get turned down twice and give no shits either time.
J
Thursday, February 21, 2013
My Cousin, the Crazy Bitch
"Don't be too enchanted by her," my father said, a warning look in his eyes.
"I'm not," I said. And truthfully, by that point, I sincerely was not.
The first few hours/days, I might have thought she was ridiculously cool, worldly and knowledgeable. And she certainly is. She is well-travelled, outgoing and ambitious. But she is also fucking nuts. As the days have passed, I sometimes am getting the impression that she is using me/us for her own escapades and just wants free board and transportation. I don't trust her at all.
She's a load of fun and laughs. She laughs at freaking everything and as loudly as she possibly can. But there's usually a point when I start doubting her mental health.
Yesterday, we went to Rottnest. She hit on the guy working at the bike hire place. As we got off the ferry home, we saw this guy disembarking the same ferry. She RAN after him and started chatting him up again. Hilariously, he turned out to be married. Whilst the interaction was hilarious (I observed from the other side of the road), I felt sorry for this guy who was kind of shy and reserved. I wonder if he really was married.
On the train home, she got into a full conversation with two other guys on the train. Full conversation; life histories, commenting on the Perth sunset, other shit. One of the guys was a fly-in-fly-out oil rig worker (who was buff as hell) and the other was a sexy French lawyer who'd just come to Australia. Oil rig man left and Frenchie remained for the next few stops. Literally, two minutes from him disembarking, she initiated an exchange of numbers and has already texted him to go to the beach with her this Saturday.
I have left the most hilarious/disturbing story for last.
Yesterday, at Rottnest, we were lounging around Little Salmon Bay after an amazing snorkel. I look over after a few minutes AND SHE HAS A LARGE AMOUNT OF PUBIC HAIR ON DISPLAY. She is changing her bikini bottoms in fucking public.
I have no words.
However, on the plus side, I have discovered a deep love for snorkelling, ocean swimming and Rottnest Island in general. On the down side, I still hate the sun and beaches. I don't understand people who can just lay out for hours. Don't you care about melanoma? Or the headache and "heatiness" (to quote all Chinese mothers out there) that come after it?
To end this insane rant (maybe I'M the crazy cousin), she's asked to go to O-day with me tomorrow (I think because no one is willing to drive her around) and I'm trying to think of every possible excuse to not bring her with me. Discuss.
J
"I'm not," I said. And truthfully, by that point, I sincerely was not.
The first few hours/days, I might have thought she was ridiculously cool, worldly and knowledgeable. And she certainly is. She is well-travelled, outgoing and ambitious. But she is also fucking nuts. As the days have passed, I sometimes am getting the impression that she is using me/us for her own escapades and just wants free board and transportation. I don't trust her at all.
She's a load of fun and laughs. She laughs at freaking everything and as loudly as she possibly can. But there's usually a point when I start doubting her mental health.
Yesterday, we went to Rottnest. She hit on the guy working at the bike hire place. As we got off the ferry home, we saw this guy disembarking the same ferry. She RAN after him and started chatting him up again. Hilariously, he turned out to be married. Whilst the interaction was hilarious (I observed from the other side of the road), I felt sorry for this guy who was kind of shy and reserved. I wonder if he really was married.
On the train home, she got into a full conversation with two other guys on the train. Full conversation; life histories, commenting on the Perth sunset, other shit. One of the guys was a fly-in-fly-out oil rig worker (who was buff as hell) and the other was a sexy French lawyer who'd just come to Australia. Oil rig man left and Frenchie remained for the next few stops. Literally, two minutes from him disembarking, she initiated an exchange of numbers and has already texted him to go to the beach with her this Saturday.
I have left the most hilarious/disturbing story for last.
Yesterday, at Rottnest, we were lounging around Little Salmon Bay after an amazing snorkel. I look over after a few minutes AND SHE HAS A LARGE AMOUNT OF PUBIC HAIR ON DISPLAY. She is changing her bikini bottoms in fucking public.
I have no words.
However, on the plus side, I have discovered a deep love for snorkelling, ocean swimming and Rottnest Island in general. On the down side, I still hate the sun and beaches. I don't understand people who can just lay out for hours. Don't you care about melanoma? Or the headache and "heatiness" (to quote all Chinese mothers out there) that come after it?
To end this insane rant (maybe I'M the crazy cousin), she's asked to go to O-day with me tomorrow (I think because no one is willing to drive her around) and I'm trying to think of every possible excuse to not bring her with me. Discuss.
J
Sunday, February 17, 2013
My Cousin, My Idol
My cousin is staying with us for the next week and just flew in this afternoon.
Let me preface this blog post by saying that I saw Tara Moss (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tara_Moss) at the domestic airport when we went to pick up my cousin. As in, Tara Moss walked right past me and, at one point, was less than half a meter away. And we made eye contact. And I smiled. And she did not smile back but she was with family and maybe thought I was going to ask for a picture with her.
Instead, I took a couple of sneaky pictures of her back as she walked to get her luggage. Maybe I was just shocked to see a CELEBRITY in the vicinity of my modest hometown. It's also cool that I've actually read a few of her books and liked them (in a fluffy, non-committal way).
To move on, my cousin is basically the coolest human being I've ever met. Whilst being in awe of her, I am simultaneously ashamed of my own sad livelihood.
She is a journalist with the Sydney Morning Herald after quitting accounting after 14 years. She goes canyoning, absailing and rockclimbing every weekend. She has travelled throughout every continent except Antarctica (and when I say throughout, I mean she has travelled within that continent for several months or lived there for several years). She is unmarried and has had many loves and romantic conquests. She has basically done everything in her 37 years of life that I hope to achieve in mine before I die.
She is unbelievably cool and I feel so small next to her. At the same time, I feel so lucky to be around her. She has made me open my eyes so much in the few hours I have been with her. I just want to seize the fucking day.
I want to travel continuously throughout my life. Starting this year. Just go; save the money then go. I want to live everywhere. I don't want a measly one month holiday (although that's a good starting point!). I want to live there for two years, get to know my neighbours, buy my weekly groceries and explore that area thoroughly so that I can tell my younger, impressionable cousin all about it, 24 years from now.
She said she's making me go hiking with her in the desert this week. Tomorrow we're going on a short road trip a couple of hours out of Perth. I want to live.
J
Let me preface this blog post by saying that I saw Tara Moss (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tara_Moss) at the domestic airport when we went to pick up my cousin. As in, Tara Moss walked right past me and, at one point, was less than half a meter away. And we made eye contact. And I smiled. And she did not smile back but she was with family and maybe thought I was going to ask for a picture with her.
Instead, I took a couple of sneaky pictures of her back as she walked to get her luggage. Maybe I was just shocked to see a CELEBRITY in the vicinity of my modest hometown. It's also cool that I've actually read a few of her books and liked them (in a fluffy, non-committal way).
To move on, my cousin is basically the coolest human being I've ever met. Whilst being in awe of her, I am simultaneously ashamed of my own sad livelihood.
She is a journalist with the Sydney Morning Herald after quitting accounting after 14 years. She goes canyoning, absailing and rockclimbing every weekend. She has travelled throughout every continent except Antarctica (and when I say throughout, I mean she has travelled within that continent for several months or lived there for several years). She is unmarried and has had many loves and romantic conquests. She has basically done everything in her 37 years of life that I hope to achieve in mine before I die.
She is unbelievably cool and I feel so small next to her. At the same time, I feel so lucky to be around her. She has made me open my eyes so much in the few hours I have been with her. I just want to seize the fucking day.
I want to travel continuously throughout my life. Starting this year. Just go; save the money then go. I want to live everywhere. I don't want a measly one month holiday (although that's a good starting point!). I want to live there for two years, get to know my neighbours, buy my weekly groceries and explore that area thoroughly so that I can tell my younger, impressionable cousin all about it, 24 years from now.
She said she's making me go hiking with her in the desert this week. Tomorrow we're going on a short road trip a couple of hours out of Perth. I want to live.
J
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Tonight's Entertainment (Possession)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0256276/
I'm reading this book for the second time. The first time was interesting because I found it difficult to get through the random historical excerpts (speaking of excerpts, I just got the most amazing flashback to year 12 when I nearly handed in an English essay in which "excerpt" was written as "exert" about 20 times. Little Mishelle noticed so I spent recess whiting out that shit) and basically forced myself to read it (because I spent $12 on it).
Reading it for the second time is much better. I feel more immersed in it. This book is pretty much what I want my life to be; literary adventures, lovers and tea.
Does anyone else find it depressing that my plan is to retire from medicine at 30 and then go on literary adventures for the rest of my life? Is this just a means to an end? I don't really know what I'm doing sometimes. I also have immense fear at being a doctor one day; like immense, immense fear. I think it was this immense fear (that I was considering last night) that resulted in an immensely, immensely disturbing dream last night. Warning; may not be safe for life.
In this dream, Little Mishelle and I were supposed to be practicing rectal exams for the first time. I'm not sure why Little Mishelle was in the dream but I did have ice cream with her earlier that day and you never forget someone you've had ice cream with. The poor thing was subjected to practicing rectal exams with me (thankfully, not on me because that would have screwed up the dynamic of our friendship) on our tutor/professor. Except this wasn't any normal rectal exam (just a lubricated index and some latex). For some reason, we were performing rectal exams with this huge vacuum cleaner-like instrument. Seriously, it was at least 1m long.
I was fucking losing my mind; I was so terrified. I was sure I was going to bust someone's poor colon and give him blood-shit poisoning or something. Little Mishelle was fairly fearless and volunteered to go first. THEN SHE SHOVED THE VACUUM CLEANER THING UP OUR TUTOR'S ASSHOLE. The dream ended; I don't know if I actually did it in the end or just dropped out of uni.
Safe to say, this blog post has strayed away from the intended movie review. To tell the truth, I'm only about five minutes into the movie but wanted to make a few quick points before I forgot:
1. Wonderful decision casting Aaron Eckhart as Roland Mitchell. Despite Roland being described as short and dark haired in the book and Aaron Eckhart pretty much being the antithesis of this. His character also made me imagine him as slightly mole-like (very flattering). I will enjoy this movie a thousand times more because of this decision.
2. Gwyneth Paltrow is still inhumanly gorgeous, even with that nasty-ass British accent.
3. The colouring and scenery in this movie is divinity. And yes, for a second there I just lapsed into Little Women talk. I have not seen that movie in ages, despite it being one of my favourites. I think it's because, the last time I watched it, I cried for 20 minutes when Beth died. I have no more tears to give you, Beth March.
No stars can be given because I have not even watched half of this movie. I hope it will be good though.
J
I'm reading this book for the second time. The first time was interesting because I found it difficult to get through the random historical excerpts (speaking of excerpts, I just got the most amazing flashback to year 12 when I nearly handed in an English essay in which "excerpt" was written as "exert" about 20 times. Little Mishelle noticed so I spent recess whiting out that shit) and basically forced myself to read it (because I spent $12 on it).
Reading it for the second time is much better. I feel more immersed in it. This book is pretty much what I want my life to be; literary adventures, lovers and tea.
Does anyone else find it depressing that my plan is to retire from medicine at 30 and then go on literary adventures for the rest of my life? Is this just a means to an end? I don't really know what I'm doing sometimes. I also have immense fear at being a doctor one day; like immense, immense fear. I think it was this immense fear (that I was considering last night) that resulted in an immensely, immensely disturbing dream last night. Warning; may not be safe for life.
In this dream, Little Mishelle and I were supposed to be practicing rectal exams for the first time. I'm not sure why Little Mishelle was in the dream but I did have ice cream with her earlier that day and you never forget someone you've had ice cream with. The poor thing was subjected to practicing rectal exams with me (thankfully, not on me because that would have screwed up the dynamic of our friendship) on our tutor/professor. Except this wasn't any normal rectal exam (just a lubricated index and some latex). For some reason, we were performing rectal exams with this huge vacuum cleaner-like instrument. Seriously, it was at least 1m long.
I was fucking losing my mind; I was so terrified. I was sure I was going to bust someone's poor colon and give him blood-shit poisoning or something. Little Mishelle was fairly fearless and volunteered to go first. THEN SHE SHOVED THE VACUUM CLEANER THING UP OUR TUTOR'S ASSHOLE. The dream ended; I don't know if I actually did it in the end or just dropped out of uni.
Safe to say, this blog post has strayed away from the intended movie review. To tell the truth, I'm only about five minutes into the movie but wanted to make a few quick points before I forgot:
1. Wonderful decision casting Aaron Eckhart as Roland Mitchell. Despite Roland being described as short and dark haired in the book and Aaron Eckhart pretty much being the antithesis of this. His character also made me imagine him as slightly mole-like (very flattering). I will enjoy this movie a thousand times more because of this decision.
2. Gwyneth Paltrow is still inhumanly gorgeous, even with that nasty-ass British accent.
3. The colouring and scenery in this movie is divinity. And yes, for a second there I just lapsed into Little Women talk. I have not seen that movie in ages, despite it being one of my favourites. I think it's because, the last time I watched it, I cried for 20 minutes when Beth died. I have no more tears to give you, Beth March.
No stars can be given because I have not even watched half of this movie. I hope it will be good though.
J
Little Mix - "Wings"
This song reminds me of Caitlyn every bloody time:
I also think it's so sad that they don't play it anywhere as rampantly on the radio as they used to.
Speaking of the radio, I've taken to listening to before I fall asleep. I could easily fall asleep to it but I have to get up to turn it off at some point and that just disturbs the entire system. Vhat is the solution?
Also, I've officially elected to stay on at Officeworks once I start uni!
J
I also think it's so sad that they don't play it anywhere as rampantly on the radio as they used to.
Speaking of the radio, I've taken to listening to before I fall asleep. I could easily fall asleep to it but I have to get up to turn it off at some point and that just disturbs the entire system. Vhat is the solution?
Also, I've officially elected to stay on at Officeworks once I start uni!
J
Friday, February 15, 2013
The Police - "Roxanne"
Another great song:
I love that it's about prostitutes (or one prostitute... named Roxanne).
Went to get Baskin Robbins with Little Mishelle today. It was fairly intense; I had the Jamoca Almond Fudge and she had the Chocolate Odyssey. I was jealous of her choice. Whilst I love a good coffee flavoured ice cream (Connoisseur Cafe Grande? I'm gonna die), I found the Jamoca a bit bland. And I just love chocolate.
On a whim, I bought a lacy green dress and now have to find somewhere to wear it too. Anyone want to take me on a date?
J
I love that it's about prostitutes (or one prostitute... named Roxanne).
Went to get Baskin Robbins with Little Mishelle today. It was fairly intense; I had the Jamoca Almond Fudge and she had the Chocolate Odyssey. I was jealous of her choice. Whilst I love a good coffee flavoured ice cream (Connoisseur Cafe Grande? I'm gonna die), I found the Jamoca a bit bland. And I just love chocolate.
On a whim, I bought a lacy green dress and now have to find somewhere to wear it too. Anyone want to take me on a date?
J
But Only Sometimes
Is it bad that I've already started planning the epic dessert/ice cream bar I'm going to have at my future wedding?
See, it's all mapped out in my head. There's got to be an ice cream bar. Multiple flavours, maybe a soft serve machine (although who would go for that when there's gelato or real ice cream on offer?), a plethora of toppings, cute glasses and dishes.
There's got to be a wedding cake as well. Obviously. Because (I only just learnt this) tradition dictates that the top tier of the cake should be saved to be eaten on the first anniversary. Um, I'm starting to think that I should only have a top tier so I can have all the cake for myself.
I plan to spend at least 60% of my wedding budget on the dessert of the evening. In addition to the cake (all mine, mine own) and ice cream bar, there will also potentially be a buffet of mini desserts not unlike that of Atrium (blueberry ricotta slice, I'm looking at you). Additionally, wedding favours will consist of cupcakes.
THERE WILL BE NO MAIN MEAL NOR ENTREE. ALL DESSERT.
As the future bride, I feel it is my duty to make these important decisions. You are all invited. In fact, I'm considering on just having a dessert party and never getting married because then I'd have to share with someone else.
J
See, it's all mapped out in my head. There's got to be an ice cream bar. Multiple flavours, maybe a soft serve machine (although who would go for that when there's gelato or real ice cream on offer?), a plethora of toppings, cute glasses and dishes.
There's got to be a wedding cake as well. Obviously. Because (I only just learnt this) tradition dictates that the top tier of the cake should be saved to be eaten on the first anniversary. Um, I'm starting to think that I should only have a top tier so I can have all the cake for myself.
I plan to spend at least 60% of my wedding budget on the dessert of the evening. In addition to the cake (all mine, mine own) and ice cream bar, there will also potentially be a buffet of mini desserts not unlike that of Atrium (blueberry ricotta slice, I'm looking at you). Additionally, wedding favours will consist of cupcakes.
THERE WILL BE NO MAIN MEAL NOR ENTREE. ALL DESSERT.
As the future bride, I feel it is my duty to make these important decisions. You are all invited. In fact, I'm considering on just having a dessert party and never getting married because then I'd have to share with someone else.
J
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Mariah Carey - "We Belong Together"
THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING CLASSIC:
Things I've noted:
1. Wentworth Miller. Somewhere on this earth, Kim is feeling a little (and yes, I'm going to use this phrase again) sweaty down there.
2. Mariah has a pretty majestic rack.
3. I have no idea what Mariah's ethnicity is. And how does she still look young? How old is she even? What's happening?
4. Why is she marrying an old dude in the music video when she could be with Wentworth? Also, that old dude is freaking everywhere (Falcone, yolo) and I have no idea what his name is. He is potentially also Oscar nominated or something ridiculous like that.
5. Speaking of Wentworth, what does he even do these days? Is he still breaking out of prison?
J
Things I've noted:
1. Wentworth Miller. Somewhere on this earth, Kim is feeling a little (and yes, I'm going to use this phrase again) sweaty down there.
2. Mariah has a pretty majestic rack.
3. I have no idea what Mariah's ethnicity is. And how does she still look young? How old is she even? What's happening?
4. Why is she marrying an old dude in the music video when she could be with Wentworth? Also, that old dude is freaking everywhere (Falcone, yolo) and I have no idea what his name is. He is potentially also Oscar nominated or something ridiculous like that.
5. Speaking of Wentworth, what does he even do these days? Is he still breaking out of prison?
J
Michelle Lohan
When I was younger, I thought that two girls played the roles of Hallie and Annie in The Parent Trap. One was Lindsay Lohan and the other was Michelle Lohan. I'm not sure where I got the name Michelle from.
I just got back from the shops and spent at least 10 minutes wandering around the car park. Because I lost the car. A thousand scenarios about someone kidnapping me rushed through my head in that 10 minutes. Thankfully, I have made it home safely and am contemplating lunch.
J
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Florence + The Machine - "Lover To Lover"
Oh, what? This song is good:
It has a gospel feel to it which I'm enjoying greatly. My only gripe? I can never understand what the Big Flo is saying. Ever.
You know what's grosser than walking into a public restroom with bare feet? Walking in with socks on. Why would you even do it?
J
It has a gospel feel to it which I'm enjoying greatly. My only gripe? I can never understand what the Big Flo is saying. Ever.
You know what's grosser than walking into a public restroom with bare feet? Walking in with socks on. Why would you even do it?
J
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Dad Hilarity
My dad is hilarious.
He took a week off work for Chinese New Year and is basically spending that week just like a teenager on their week off uni/school. He's been staying up late, watching movies and going on the internet all day. It is hilarious and heartbreaking all at the same time because he absolutely hates his job (he's been working at the same one for nearly 25 years) and is counting down the minutes until he can retire.
Whilst I feel horrible that he hates his job, I feel that living with my dad when he has no job will be horrendous. He will be home all the time. All the time.
J
He took a week off work for Chinese New Year and is basically spending that week just like a teenager on their week off uni/school. He's been staying up late, watching movies and going on the internet all day. It is hilarious and heartbreaking all at the same time because he absolutely hates his job (he's been working at the same one for nearly 25 years) and is counting down the minutes until he can retire.
Whilst I feel horrible that he hates his job, I feel that living with my dad when he has no job will be horrendous. He will be home all the time. All the time.
J
The Smiths - "There is a Light That Never Goes Out"
This is a kind of great song:
Generally, I am averse to The Smiths.
J
Generally, I am averse to The Smiths.
J
Monday, February 11, 2013
Tegan and Sara - "Nineteen"
I dig this song so much that's it's ridiculous:
I've literally been listening to it on repeat non-stop for the last two days. I'm going to try to listen to it as much as possible in the next month and few days before I stop being 19.
This song makes me feel the angst so hard.
J
I've literally been listening to it on repeat non-stop for the last two days. I'm going to try to listen to it as much as possible in the next month and few days before I stop being 19.
This song makes me feel the angst so hard.
J
Howie Day - "Collide"
Good Lord, what is this majestic song?
I'm not going to lie; I watched The Perfect Man last night (yes, the one featuring the Hilary Duff) and this song was in it. This song is perfect for romantic comedies. And life in general.
J
I'm not going to lie; I watched The Perfect Man last night (yes, the one featuring the Hilary Duff) and this song was in it. This song is perfect for romantic comedies. And life in general.
J
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Down the Lane
Something just popped into my head not unlike a cystic pus-filled pimple popping into glorious agony.
Imagine if Gilmore Girls was actually all about Lane and not called Gilmore Girls at all. Instead, it was called Kim Kimchi or Down the Lane or Finding Kim or Chasing Kim's Lane or something else that sounds like Looking for Alibrandi. I think this show would be really cool. Sure, Lane Kim is Korean and therefore likely less successful as a main character (unless it was a Korean TV show). But her life is a mish mash of all that is holy and amazing. Let's review:
1. She was in marching band. I was only in concert band for a couple of years but I also remember it being pretty fun. I have vague/fond memories of Wynn, Rachael and I playing chasey during band breaks then getting back to practice slightly late and puffed out so that it sounded like our trumpets/clarinets were having seizures.
2. She went out with Dave Rygalski and therefore defied the wishes of her mother and (absent?) father. This was during the start of her rebellion as she was getting the band, Hep Alien, together. I believe it was her intense love/attraction to that Rygalskian beauty that started her whole rebellion.
3. She dyed her whole head of her hair motherfucking purple.
4. She endured a lot of wheat balls and tofurkey and general veganism from her mother, the Kathy Batesian, Mrs. Kim. This diet involved a lot of dine and dashes to the Gilmore household to devour a slice or two of the 'za. A girl after my own heart; practicing a balanced and healthy lifestyle.
5. She was in a band. And drummed. And wore fishnet stockings and crazy hair things and knee-high boots. Then got drunk and told the Rygalskeeze she loved him. Who wouldn't, though?
6. She had a marriage jug. Technically, three?
7. She went to Seventh Day Adventist college. I bet that place was full of scandal and general ridonkulousness. And then she dropped out because she's Lane Motherfucking Kim.
8. When Mrs. Kim found her stash of above-the-knee pleated skirts and various other COMPLETELY WHORISH OUTFITS, she calmly showed her the rest of her stash. And then she moved out and started chasing the dragon in the dorms of Yale.
9. She moved out of home and started renting her own apartment really young.
10. She got married. Really young. And there was a lot of kimchi. Then she lost her virginity to some greasy-haired thug who, whilst endearing in his goofiness and general lack of cleanliness, would probably have struggled getting into anyone's panties.
11. THEN SHE GOT KNOCKED UP. WITH TWINS. AFTER HAVING SEX ONCE (must've been cray).
Lane Kim, you have led a wondrous life. Mad props.
J
Imagine if Gilmore Girls was actually all about Lane and not called Gilmore Girls at all. Instead, it was called Kim Kimchi or Down the Lane or Finding Kim or Chasing Kim's Lane or something else that sounds like Looking for Alibrandi. I think this show would be really cool. Sure, Lane Kim is Korean and therefore likely less successful as a main character (unless it was a Korean TV show). But her life is a mish mash of all that is holy and amazing. Let's review:
1. She was in marching band. I was only in concert band for a couple of years but I also remember it being pretty fun. I have vague/fond memories of Wynn, Rachael and I playing chasey during band breaks then getting back to practice slightly late and puffed out so that it sounded like our trumpets/clarinets were having seizures.
2. She went out with Dave Rygalski and therefore defied the wishes of her mother and (absent?) father. This was during the start of her rebellion as she was getting the band, Hep Alien, together. I believe it was her intense love/attraction to that Rygalskian beauty that started her whole rebellion.
3. She dyed her whole head of her hair motherfucking purple.
4. She endured a lot of wheat balls and tofurkey and general veganism from her mother, the Kathy Batesian, Mrs. Kim. This diet involved a lot of dine and dashes to the Gilmore household to devour a slice or two of the 'za. A girl after my own heart; practicing a balanced and healthy lifestyle.
5. She was in a band. And drummed. And wore fishnet stockings and crazy hair things and knee-high boots. Then got drunk and told the Rygalskeeze she loved him. Who wouldn't, though?
6. She had a marriage jug. Technically, three?
7. She went to Seventh Day Adventist college. I bet that place was full of scandal and general ridonkulousness. And then she dropped out because she's Lane Motherfucking Kim.
8. When Mrs. Kim found her stash of above-the-knee pleated skirts and various other COMPLETELY WHORISH OUTFITS, she calmly showed her the rest of her stash. And then she moved out and started chasing the dragon in the dorms of Yale.
9. She moved out of home and started renting her own apartment really young.
10. She got married. Really young. And there was a lot of kimchi. Then she lost her virginity to some greasy-haired thug who, whilst endearing in his goofiness and general lack of cleanliness, would probably have struggled getting into anyone's panties.
11. THEN SHE GOT KNOCKED UP. WITH TWINS. AFTER HAVING SEX ONCE (must've been cray).
Lane Kim, you have led a wondrous life. Mad props.
J
Ridiculous
The first thing R said to be me this morning was, "Gong xi fa cai," accompanied by the little bow and clasped hands and everything. It was in a way that is so entirely R that it's hard to describe. It wasn't funny even though it was a semi-joke; it was just what it was.
R is half Indo-Chinese (the other half being a perfect shade of white, whatever that means) and we talked for a while about our CNY plans and the rest of it.
My favourite thing about him is that he literally gives no fucks. He is who he is and doesn't care what people think about him. He happily shares his passion for computer games, the fact that he doesn't drink the alcs and many other potentially "uncool" (and it is also uncool to write uncool in quotation marks) things with anyone.
He slouches around with terrible posture, wears sunglasses indoors, has a love affair with the staff room couch and admits to reading through every message on someone else's phone.
Later, during lunch, I walked in on him on the couch, playing on his mobile. I recognized it as the one he found in the dumpster a few weeks back. We joked about it as he told me he'd been reading this person's messages and that he found Japanese anime porn in it.
He is perfection.
J
R is half Indo-Chinese (the other half being a perfect shade of white, whatever that means) and we talked for a while about our CNY plans and the rest of it.
My favourite thing about him is that he literally gives no fucks. He is who he is and doesn't care what people think about him. He happily shares his passion for computer games, the fact that he doesn't drink the alcs and many other potentially "uncool" (and it is also uncool to write uncool in quotation marks) things with anyone.
He slouches around with terrible posture, wears sunglasses indoors, has a love affair with the staff room couch and admits to reading through every message on someone else's phone.
Later, during lunch, I walked in on him on the couch, playing on his mobile. I recognized it as the one he found in the dumpster a few weeks back. We joked about it as he told me he'd been reading this person's messages and that he found Japanese anime porn in it.
He is perfection.
J
Saturday, February 9, 2013
A Balanced Lifestyle
As part of my new healthy eating/living plan, I followed my immense bowl of Sara Lee macadamia fudge ice cream and crushed almonds/biscuits with 30 push-ups and biceps curls.
Turns out there WAS dessert after all (I love my dad). The only shit thing about it was that I couldn't find the Oreos.
J
Turns out there WAS dessert after all (I love my dad). The only shit thing about it was that I couldn't find the Oreos.
J
Gong Xi Fa Cai
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR, BITCHES!
With every passing year, I feel myself becoming more and more enthusiastic towards holidays and festivities. This Christmas, my heart was bursting. I love the feeling of togetherness and family. I love strangers on the street sending me their goodwill and cheer.
Chinese New Year is primarily one of my favourite festivities because of (no surprises) the food. There is a delicious monstrosity cooking in my kitchen right now, there's that truly Asian soy milk (comes in a milk carton) chilling in our fridge and, in what I consider to be typical Chinese fashion, no dessert. Nevertheless, I will be stuffed from a sumptuous savoury feast and most likely not need it.
There's also a barbecue this Wednesday for the Officeworks staff at my store because we broke all sorts of records this Back to School season. Howdy, success! I'm going with a friend from work (she's not working Wednesday either) and we've decided to eat as many sausages as possible.
Lastly, my manager told me he wants to keep me on once I start uni and to get back to him with what sort of hours I could possibly do. I definitely want to stay. I just don't know if I'll be able to juggle it (I may have to stop tutoring or just tutor one of my girls) but I know that, regardless of what happens, I'll stay in the end.
J
With every passing year, I feel myself becoming more and more enthusiastic towards holidays and festivities. This Christmas, my heart was bursting. I love the feeling of togetherness and family. I love strangers on the street sending me their goodwill and cheer.
Chinese New Year is primarily one of my favourite festivities because of (no surprises) the food. There is a delicious monstrosity cooking in my kitchen right now, there's that truly Asian soy milk (comes in a milk carton) chilling in our fridge and, in what I consider to be typical Chinese fashion, no dessert. Nevertheless, I will be stuffed from a sumptuous savoury feast and most likely not need it.
There's also a barbecue this Wednesday for the Officeworks staff at my store because we broke all sorts of records this Back to School season. Howdy, success! I'm going with a friend from work (she's not working Wednesday either) and we've decided to eat as many sausages as possible.
Lastly, my manager told me he wants to keep me on once I start uni and to get back to him with what sort of hours I could possibly do. I definitely want to stay. I just don't know if I'll be able to juggle it (I may have to stop tutoring or just tutor one of my girls) but I know that, regardless of what happens, I'll stay in the end.
J
Friday, February 8, 2013
Zumba
I am laugh-crying.
Firstly, I was wondering why the instructor's shirt seems to be ripped at the boobs. Surely that defeats the purpose of a t-shirt?!
Secondly, this Shakira song is my freaking jam. It is perfection and is inspiring me to do Zumba but I can't imagine doing it in front of a bunch of strangers. Further, I would want some emotional support (a friend... The only person I can think of who would be willing to join me would be Caitlyn) but, at the same time, it would be terrifying to do something that potentially embarrassing in front of someone you will have to see again.
J
Firstly, I was wondering why the instructor's shirt seems to be ripped at the boobs. Surely that defeats the purpose of a t-shirt?!
Secondly, this Shakira song is my freaking jam. It is perfection and is inspiring me to do Zumba but I can't imagine doing it in front of a bunch of strangers. Further, I would want some emotional support (a friend... The only person I can think of who would be willing to join me would be Caitlyn) but, at the same time, it would be terrifying to do something that potentially embarrassing in front of someone you will have to see again.
J
Goodbye, Sweet Prince
It's like he's taunting me.
You know that stance guys occasionally go in where they lean over a table on one arm? I realize that description brings to mind a highly flexible acrobat but I have no energy to further describe the stance. Except for the fact that it made his scapula quite pronounced and his back was was all delightful looking. I swear, I nearly became a puddle in the ground.
Then he laughed at one of my jokes. And I tried flirting but I think I just came across as weirdly aggressive or something. My idea of flirting is joking and making fun of a person which is probably the same definition for a lot of primary schoolers.
Then he asked me if I have my drivers' license (which I do).
"Yes, I do," I say.
"Oh. But your dad drives like a gold sedan or something, right?" Well, no actually, mate. He drives a silver sedan. But still, be still my heart. He has noticed me.
As I was leaving for the day (4pm finish; divinity), I walked into the staff room to see him lying on the couch (big surprise). I said hi then went around the corner to get my stuff from my locker. Whilst doing so, I hear him say to me, "So, what nationality are you again?"
I reply, "Australian slash Malaysian slash Chinese."
"Oh, really?" he says. We've had this conversation before. I'm bored bordering on aroused.
"Yeah." He comes around the corner to the lockers and now we are just a few feet apart. In a perfect Meg Cabot novel, I would be "jumping his bones" right now.
Alas, no.
"So, do you know Chinese characters and stuff?"
"I went to Chinese school for a really, horribly long time," I say, gathering my bag together. My fingers are shaking (just jokes, I'm not that bad).
"So, can you read this?" He opens his locker and whips out his TAFE Japanese book, showing me a page with a bunch of Chinese characters.
"Oh, God. Bad memories," I say, being all dramatic and therefore feminine.
We talk some more. He is going to Japan for six months this year and is hoping to travel around whilst bar-tending/working at ski resorts. My heart broke.
This Sunday will probably be the last time I ever see him. Goodbye, sweet prince.
J
You know that stance guys occasionally go in where they lean over a table on one arm? I realize that description brings to mind a highly flexible acrobat but I have no energy to further describe the stance. Except for the fact that it made his scapula quite pronounced and his back was was all delightful looking. I swear, I nearly became a puddle in the ground.
Then he laughed at one of my jokes. And I tried flirting but I think I just came across as weirdly aggressive or something. My idea of flirting is joking and making fun of a person which is probably the same definition for a lot of primary schoolers.
Then he asked me if I have my drivers' license (which I do).
"Yes, I do," I say.
"Oh. But your dad drives like a gold sedan or something, right?" Well, no actually, mate. He drives a silver sedan. But still, be still my heart. He has noticed me.
As I was leaving for the day (4pm finish; divinity), I walked into the staff room to see him lying on the couch (big surprise). I said hi then went around the corner to get my stuff from my locker. Whilst doing so, I hear him say to me, "So, what nationality are you again?"
I reply, "Australian slash Malaysian slash Chinese."
"Oh, really?" he says. We've had this conversation before. I'm bored bordering on aroused.
"Yeah." He comes around the corner to the lockers and now we are just a few feet apart. In a perfect Meg Cabot novel, I would be "jumping his bones" right now.
Alas, no.
"So, do you know Chinese characters and stuff?"
"I went to Chinese school for a really, horribly long time," I say, gathering my bag together. My fingers are shaking (just jokes, I'm not that bad).
"So, can you read this?" He opens his locker and whips out his TAFE Japanese book, showing me a page with a bunch of Chinese characters.
"Oh, God. Bad memories," I say, being all dramatic and therefore feminine.
We talk some more. He is going to Japan for six months this year and is hoping to travel around whilst bar-tending/working at ski resorts. My heart broke.
This Sunday will probably be the last time I ever see him. Goodbye, sweet prince.
J
Yo?
This is a very random thing to write about... but it just came to my head.
I love it when I'm with Meg and I say, "Hey, Meg," and she responds with, "Yo?" She says it in this certain way that makes me feel like she's listening and paying attention to me. It makes me feel comfortable and mushy inside.
And, now that I've written a blog post about it, every "Yo?" from now on will not be as genuine or heartwarming as its predecessors. Oh well.
J
I love it when I'm with Meg and I say, "Hey, Meg," and she responds with, "Yo?" She says it in this certain way that makes me feel like she's listening and paying attention to me. It makes me feel comfortable and mushy inside.
And, now that I've written a blog post about it, every "Yo?" from now on will not be as genuine or heartwarming as its predecessors. Oh well.
J
Thursday, February 7, 2013
New Glasses
Do you remember me mentioning (ad nauseum) cutish work guy, R, last week?
I had one hour with him today. I walked into the store and it was mildly busy but still nothing compared to last week. Towards the back, I saw R and another of the guys stacking computer boxes on the top shelves. R was high up on the ladder and saw me coming. His smile. My responding smile was equally enthusiastic.
The thing is, I'm pretty sure he's that amazingly sweet and friendly to everyone.
He also got glasses. Or new glasses at least. I think he used to wear those slightly old-fashioned thin framed ones. Now, they're a bit more "on and poppin'." They're a bit like this:
He's actually so average looking that it gives me hope. I'm not trying to be all high and mighty and shit but I feel that with age, I've really come to appreciate guys for more than their looks. Which is a good thing because there are actually very few good looking guys out there.
The other guy who was stacking boxes with R... He's 16, Vietnamese, stupidly confident and I have this immense fear that he likes me in some way despite having a girlfriend. I feel stupid even writing that because it sounds so self-obsessed (which I am) and it's very possible that he's just a flirtatious guy. But he's asked me if I have a boyfriend before and I feel that he touches me way more than is necessary. He's always poking me or squeezing my waist. I don't know whether to interpret it as a jokey, sibling-like gesture or if he's trying to get a ticket to cougar town.
If it's the second option... Sorry, but fuck off, we're full (for want of a more politically correct phrase).
J
I had one hour with him today. I walked into the store and it was mildly busy but still nothing compared to last week. Towards the back, I saw R and another of the guys stacking computer boxes on the top shelves. R was high up on the ladder and saw me coming. His smile. My responding smile was equally enthusiastic.
The thing is, I'm pretty sure he's that amazingly sweet and friendly to everyone.
He also got glasses. Or new glasses at least. I think he used to wear those slightly old-fashioned thin framed ones. Now, they're a bit more "on and poppin'." They're a bit like this:
He's actually so average looking that it gives me hope. I'm not trying to be all high and mighty and shit but I feel that with age, I've really come to appreciate guys for more than their looks. Which is a good thing because there are actually very few good looking guys out there.
The other guy who was stacking boxes with R... He's 16, Vietnamese, stupidly confident and I have this immense fear that he likes me in some way despite having a girlfriend. I feel stupid even writing that because it sounds so self-obsessed (which I am) and it's very possible that he's just a flirtatious guy. But he's asked me if I have a boyfriend before and I feel that he touches me way more than is necessary. He's always poking me or squeezing my waist. I don't know whether to interpret it as a jokey, sibling-like gesture or if he's trying to get a ticket to cougar town.
If it's the second option... Sorry, but fuck off, we're full (for want of a more politically correct phrase).
J
Finally, I Like Clubbing
Somebody (Little Mishelle) introduced me to the Baskin Robbins Club 31 and I have been losing my mind since then.
Monthly offers (buy one, get one free Berry Romantic this month. We just missed Cookie Crunch last month!), free ice cream on my birthday, buy one, get one free for signing up. There is nothing about this club that is bad. I'm losing my freaking mind.
I'm planning my very next BR trip. I can't hold it in anymore; I wish there was one closer to home. In other news, I recently learned (again, from Little Mishelle) that a Subway is opening very close by. This is also making me lose my mind because I freaking love Subway cookies (but actually dislike most Subway subs...).
J
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
I'm Not Josie Grosie!
The two for $10 leggings I bought for jogging last week are literally FALLING APART AT THE SEAMS. I'm so pressed right now. How is one supposed to jog in an efficient manner if they fear that, at any second, parts of their body they reserve for gynecological exams (if I ever actually get one, YOLO) will be exposed to God and all the other schmucks out there?
Speaking of jogging, it's going well. Thanks for asking. I have officially graduated to the next stage in my Couch to 5K plan (90 seconds jogging, two minutes walking. I know; extremity). In my worldly wisdom, I have decided I'm going to sign up for a marathon (I use that term without much background knowledge. I thought marathons were ridiculous lengths like 45K or some shit and ain't no way I'm doing that). I'm thinking the HBF Run For a Reason or the City to Surf as these give me sufficient time to train/not embarrass myself. I'm thinking I should also invest in leggings that don't double as fishnet stockings.
In the same vein, some goals for this year have been coursing through my mind for the last couple of days. Embrace:
1. Run a marathon (or at least a 10K).
2. Join the writers' club. If it doesn't happen this semester, I can comfortably call myself the biggest coward in the world.
3. Buy real jeans. No, not the $14.95 Frolick Green ones or some $10 travesty. Real jeans from a reputable store. So what if they're on sale for $20 (apparently, this never happens but a girl can dream)?!
4. Get a tattoo. I don't know, guys. I'm feeling the feels and two girls at work have amazing tatts and you know how hardcore I am (just see how I used the abbreviation "tatts" instead of the full word). I feel I need some sort of physical embodiment of my hardness for all the world to see. I'm thinking an outline of Taylor's hair on my ankle or something similarly attractive.
6. Go to med dinner.
7. Stop being Josie Grosie.
8. Reduce my meat intake. More because I can and it's supposed to be good for the environment etc. I'm getting increasingly picky about what types of meat I eat. I actually like (certain types of) meat a lot but I also rediscovered the joy of cooking and I'm generally too lazy to cook meat. Hence the (amazing) bean burgers I made yesterday. I'm not even going to try to be modest; they are so freaking delicious and I'm eating another one for lunch today. The secret? A shit tonne of curry powder.
There are other things on my mind but I forget them. This list may be updated later (or compressed into: 1. Achieve world record for most soft serves consumed).
J
Speaking of jogging, it's going well. Thanks for asking. I have officially graduated to the next stage in my Couch to 5K plan (90 seconds jogging, two minutes walking. I know; extremity). In my worldly wisdom, I have decided I'm going to sign up for a marathon (I use that term without much background knowledge. I thought marathons were ridiculous lengths like 45K or some shit and ain't no way I'm doing that). I'm thinking the HBF Run For a Reason or the City to Surf as these give me sufficient time to train/not embarrass myself. I'm thinking I should also invest in leggings that don't double as fishnet stockings.
In the same vein, some goals for this year have been coursing through my mind for the last couple of days. Embrace:
1. Run a marathon (or at least a 10K).
2. Join the writers' club. If it doesn't happen this semester, I can comfortably call myself the biggest coward in the world.
3. Buy real jeans. No, not the $14.95 Frolick Green ones or some $10 travesty. Real jeans from a reputable store. So what if they're on sale for $20 (apparently, this never happens but a girl can dream)?!
4. Get a tattoo. I don't know, guys. I'm feeling the feels and two girls at work have amazing tatts and you know how hardcore I am (just see how I used the abbreviation "tatts" instead of the full word). I feel I need some sort of physical embodiment of my hardness for all the world to see. I'm thinking an outline of Taylor's hair on my ankle or something similarly attractive.
6. Go to med dinner.
7. Stop being Josie Grosie.
8. Reduce my meat intake. More because I can and it's supposed to be good for the environment etc. I'm getting increasingly picky about what types of meat I eat. I actually like (certain types of) meat a lot but I also rediscovered the joy of cooking and I'm generally too lazy to cook meat. Hence the (amazing) bean burgers I made yesterday. I'm not even going to try to be modest; they are so freaking delicious and I'm eating another one for lunch today. The secret? A shit tonne of curry powder.
There are other things on my mind but I forget them. This list may be updated later (or compressed into: 1. Achieve world record for most soft serves consumed).
J
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Heavily Cottoned
This is bad. I want to name my firstborn Seth. This is really, really bad. Regardless, I am so ready for a Seth Cohen in my life.
I've also been reconsidering my whole penchant for pleather jackets. The thing is, I have reason to believe I sweat more than the average person (as attractive as that is). And the thing about pleather jackets is that they trap heat/bodily fluids in. This is not a good combination and leads to a lot of discomfort for the wearer of said jacket. Whilst I enjoy the whole pleather look and I am highly admirable of the bomber silhouette, I think I need to make a change here.
The solution? Bomber jacket silhouette + heavy cotton material. This is my quest for my next jacket. You're welcome for this post.
Speaking of clothing trends, one of my biggest regrets in life is that I never got to rock the denim mini skirt. I remember it being extremely popular in my late primary school years and being envious of these girls who could wear such small denim scraps with such pride. However, I was too young at the time to fully embrace my legs in their unshaven state. And now it is too late because the denim mini skirt trend has died out. I'm left all alone, skirtless and in emotional pain. I wish I could go back in time (seven years? Eight years?) and wear that skirt proudly.
In other news, I spent an excessive $5 for a new smartrider today because my old one cracked. CRACKED. You know how many soft serves you could buy with $5? I don't even want to think about it.
J
I've also been reconsidering my whole penchant for pleather jackets. The thing is, I have reason to believe I sweat more than the average person (as attractive as that is). And the thing about pleather jackets is that they trap heat/bodily fluids in. This is not a good combination and leads to a lot of discomfort for the wearer of said jacket. Whilst I enjoy the whole pleather look and I am highly admirable of the bomber silhouette, I think I need to make a change here.
The solution? Bomber jacket silhouette + heavy cotton material. This is my quest for my next jacket. You're welcome for this post.
Speaking of clothing trends, one of my biggest regrets in life is that I never got to rock the denim mini skirt. I remember it being extremely popular in my late primary school years and being envious of these girls who could wear such small denim scraps with such pride. However, I was too young at the time to fully embrace my legs in their unshaven state. And now it is too late because the denim mini skirt trend has died out. I'm left all alone, skirtless and in emotional pain. I wish I could go back in time (seven years? Eight years?) and wear that skirt proudly.
In other news, I spent an excessive $5 for a new smartrider today because my old one cracked. CRACKED. You know how many soft serves you could buy with $5? I don't even want to think about it.
J
Monday, February 4, 2013
Inappropriate
I want to have babies (I originally wrote "sex" then thought that might be construed as "inappropriate" or "randy") with Adam Brody so bad that I can't hold my smile in whenever I see him on the computer screen as I watch multiple episodes of The OC. I need to stop watching this show before Marissa dies because I am going to be too emotionally invested and cry for days.
I am officially nine years late to the party. But his quick wit, nerdiness, droll voice, Jewfro, penchant for polos and skinny jeans all make me (I apologize for using this phrase and must insist that I am only using it now because I heard Stephen Merchant use it and it made me laugh so hard that I peed a little whilst cringing at the same time) a little sweaty down there.
I am officially nine years late to the party. But his quick wit, nerdiness, droll voice, Jewfro, penchant for polos and skinny jeans all make me (I apologize for using this phrase and must insist that I am only using it now because I heard Stephen Merchant use it and it made me laugh so hard that I peed a little whilst cringing at the same time) a little sweaty down there.
I went Harbourtown shopping with Little Mishelle today and bought several items, including a new uni bag. We spent at least 20 minutes in Strand Bags considering the various choices (about two). She's a good laugh.
J
HBGo
They're playing Regina Spektor on Girls. Jessa just showed a boob to her husband. I'm still mad that the only hot guy on the show is not with Marnie. And I don't really get why everyone hates Lena Dunham? I get that she's slobby and loud/foulmouthed but even after reading all her "controversial" and potentially/supposedly racist articles, I still don't get the hate.
I feel like if anyone read anything I write here, they would probably think I was racist/sexist. Half the blogs on the internet could be construed as rude/racist/sexist/prejudice depending on how they are read. Lena Dunham just likes to revel in her own quirky hipsterness.
Continuing to have a ball.
J
I feel like if anyone read anything I write here, they would probably think I was racist/sexist. Half the blogs on the internet could be construed as rude/racist/sexist/prejudice depending on how they are read. Lena Dunham just likes to revel in her own quirky hipsterness.
Continuing to have a ball.
J
Sunday, February 3, 2013
The OC
I'm not gonna lie.
I got sucked into watching The OC this arvo (then had another afternoon nap). I'm up to the fifth episode and all of a sudden... up pops Paul Wesley. But he's not playing little bitch, Stefan Salvatore. He's playing some kind of lobster shop bus boy hardcore gangster guy. It is extremely unsettling.
J
Puerta Rican!
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/75197592.html#cutid1
The last one literally made me gasp out loud in delight.
J
The last one literally made me gasp out loud in delight.
J
Blair Cohen
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/75183878.html#cutid1
I would approve of this so fucking much.
J
I would approve of this so fucking much.
J
Friday, February 1, 2013
That Summer by Sarah Dessen
I've been sitting here for the last half hour thinking back to all social situations I've been in, in the past year or so, and cringing. It's approaching my bedtime (must prepare for intense face painting tomorrow) but I can't stop now.
I keep thinking about all the times I should have jumped, should have talked to that person, should have smiled more, should have introduced myself, should have tapped their shoulder, should have waved back. About the one time I was walking up to the bus stop and saw two girls I kind of knew waving in my direction. I couldn't tell if they were waving at me or to someone behind me (I honestly didn't know them that well). I sort of half smiled and I knew my facial expression was kind of neutral/angry (my neutral expression is kind of angry to begin with). I hate that. I hate it so much.
I should have yolo'd and plastered a huge grin on my face and waved back. Who cares if they weren't waving at me? We could have just had a laugh about it and maybe we would be best friends now.
This year is going to be different. I know it! I know it! I was going to leave this blog post until after the end of this holidays but I can't help it anymore.
This summer has the potential to be one of the most important of my youth. I have interacted with people, gained a lot of life experience and done something on my own. One of the reasons I feel so much happiness working at Officeworks is that I did it all on my own. I applied, I interviewed, I started working and I actually made friends there. I didn't have a crutch that I relied on. This university year, I'm going to join a club by myself. I'm not going to plead with people to come with me; I want to go by myself.
Time for bed now. I just finished watching The Amazing Spiderman and will probably have dreams about dating Andrew Garfield tonight. Again.
J
I keep thinking about all the times I should have jumped, should have talked to that person, should have smiled more, should have introduced myself, should have tapped their shoulder, should have waved back. About the one time I was walking up to the bus stop and saw two girls I kind of knew waving in my direction. I couldn't tell if they were waving at me or to someone behind me (I honestly didn't know them that well). I sort of half smiled and I knew my facial expression was kind of neutral/angry (my neutral expression is kind of angry to begin with). I hate that. I hate it so much.
I should have yolo'd and plastered a huge grin on my face and waved back. Who cares if they weren't waving at me? We could have just had a laugh about it and maybe we would be best friends now.
This year is going to be different. I know it! I know it! I was going to leave this blog post until after the end of this holidays but I can't help it anymore.
This summer has the potential to be one of the most important of my youth. I have interacted with people, gained a lot of life experience and done something on my own. One of the reasons I feel so much happiness working at Officeworks is that I did it all on my own. I applied, I interviewed, I started working and I actually made friends there. I didn't have a crutch that I relied on. This university year, I'm going to join a club by myself. I'm not going to plead with people to come with me; I want to go by myself.
Time for bed now. I just finished watching The Amazing Spiderman and will probably have dreams about dating Andrew Garfield tonight. Again.
J
Inflatulation
Either I had a really weird dream last night or I was really farting through my ears. It felt so real though!
J
J
My New Pants
I bought jeans similar to these for $14.95 a few days ago:
In my head, that's what I look like whilst wearing them. All sleek but slightly country bumpkin. I call them my Frolick Green jeans (see what I did there?).
Unfortunately, in real life, they show my crack if I bend over and are potentially a little too tight. VPL may be occurring but I'm scared to check. I know what you're thinking; "Why didn't you check before you bought them?" Well, because I saw LC wearing them and had to have them.
I've been spending a lot of money this week as I have been trying to "stock up" on necessities for uni. I've also been trying to be less cheap and buy better stuff. In my world, this translates to $10 shirts from Kmart and $15 flats from Target as opposed to the cheapest shit on the street.
J
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