Eurghhhhhh...
EXT. FCP TUTE. EVENING.
J is deep in thought, takes out her phone and begins to text her friend, Caitlyn, to apologize for being late.
F: That took a bit longer than expected.
J turns around.
J: Hm? Oh yeah. That took a while. I dunno, that last lady was pretty hilarious and intense though.
F: BLAH BLAH BLAH
J: BLAH BLAH BLAH
The twosome walk to the bus stop and take the bus to Esplanade together.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, F. Sure, make no effort for weeks and weeks then on a day a few days after I declare "THE HONEYMOON IS OFFICIALLY OVER" you actually initiate some sort of friendly encounter with me.
Good God, it is a stunning image when a handsome young lad waits for you to take a seat before him. Sure, on shitty public transport. And sure, it was because he was getting off first so it was logical I take the window seat. But whatever. It was a fucking glorious sight. I revel in that shit.
I'm starting to think the froggy smell might have been like his sweat or something. And it was kind of hot on the day we had MGC lab. Today, as I sat in close proximity to him on the bus, our thighs touching and all, I could feintly smell that same froggy scent. I dunno, maybe it's like... his deodarant or something? If so... maybe he has anosmia or something?
Whatever. He was lovely today.
J
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, May 9, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Penultimate P
I literally haven't written anything (creative writing wise) in over five months and it's kind of sad. Well, I guess you could say that my various fantasies about me and F could be considered "creative writing..."
So, just sitting here at the moment writing up some notes for psychology. I dunno, I just wrote a dot point about female frigidity containing the words "insufficient lubrication of vagina, inadequate blood flow to clitoris."
It also strikes me as weird that the first time I've seen a penis since... say... when I was in year two and this kid was going swimming but he was too lazy to go to the change rooms or... a bush or something so he yanked down his shorts right in front of me, the world and God and exposed his willus and doodleberries.
I totally lost my train of thought. Oh wait, the last time I saw a penis (before the actual last time) was when that guy flashed me as I was walking home in year nine.
But the actual last time I saw a penis... it was dead. As in, it belonged to a dead person. As in, it was dead. As in, it wasn't alive. As in, it was attached to dead person. Well, really just like... the lower half of a dead person. That's kind of weird.
J
So, just sitting here at the moment writing up some notes for psychology. I dunno, I just wrote a dot point about female frigidity containing the words "insufficient lubrication of vagina, inadequate blood flow to clitoris."
It also strikes me as weird that the first time I've seen a penis since... say... when I was in year two and this kid was going swimming but he was too lazy to go to the change rooms or... a bush or something so he yanked down his shorts right in front of me, the world and God and exposed his willus and doodleberries.
I totally lost my train of thought. Oh wait, the last time I saw a penis (before the actual last time) was when that guy flashed me as I was walking home in year nine.
But the actual last time I saw a penis... it was dead. As in, it belonged to a dead person. As in, it was dead. As in, it wasn't alive. As in, it was attached to dead person. Well, really just like... the lower half of a dead person. That's kind of weird.
J
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Asian Guys
I love that Meg has no qualms in saying she thinks all Asian boys are fug. Sorry babe, I guess that means my future sons are going to be fug as hale.
That being said, she is always quick to say she thinks Asian girls are attractive.
I approve.
J
That being said, she is always quick to say she thinks Asian girls are attractive.
I approve.
J
A Heinous Blog Post
I think if I hadn't done med I would have loved to have done astrophysics or some shit. Except hopefully without ANY chemistry which is doubtful but still. To be honest, I would much rather be in a lab or office or whatever rather than touching people's dirty asses. Oh sigh. We'll see how everything turns out.
It was kind of disheartening to listen to F talk yesterday about how he would have been very happy to be a microbiologist for the rest of his life and that he only changed into med because most microbiologists are unemployed, don't get funding and are povo as.
I kind of feel like med is such a... I don't know, a restricted science whereas I would really love to learn about the whole world, universe etc. etc.
God, this blog is heinous and I feel dirty writing it. This is not to say I regret doing med, but sometimes I wish I could do two or three degrees or just stay in uni forever and keep learning about everything I want to learn about.
J
It was kind of disheartening to listen to F talk yesterday about how he would have been very happy to be a microbiologist for the rest of his life and that he only changed into med because most microbiologists are unemployed, don't get funding and are povo as.
I kind of feel like med is such a... I don't know, a restricted science whereas I would really love to learn about the whole world, universe etc. etc.
God, this blog is heinous and I feel dirty writing it. This is not to say I regret doing med, but sometimes I wish I could do two or three degrees or just stay in uni forever and keep learning about everything I want to learn about.
J
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Honeymoon is Officially Over
I guess what really broke the horse's back was this...
I was sitting there, hooking my electrodes under my toad leg's sciatic nerve in MGC lab today, feeling all giddy at being in such close proximity to F. I could feel his head literally centimeters from mine and it was making me all... out of it.
"Ew," I thought to myself, "This toad leg seriously stinks. Uerghhhhhh."
It was then that F started to say something and I realized it wasn't the toad leg... It was F's breath.
I mean, it's potentially wrong of me to judge F for having nast breath because he's only human (despite my past attempts to tell everyone he's some sort of God) and everyone gets bad breath at some point..?
But oh God, as we were walking to the bus I realized how nasal his voice is.
Sure, as we conversed on the bus I couldn't help but get lost in his bright blue eyes. They are seriously the prettiest eyes I've seen in my life. But yeah, the conversation was just lacking. Also, because he got off at an earlier stop than me I suggested he sit on the aisle seat as I was originally sitting there. After I got out then was sliding into the window seat I'm pretty sure my bodacious ass brushed up against his crotch due to the tight proximity of the bus. And I'm pretty sure he laughed at that and said, "Awwkwaaard." And I was like... "God, if this was two weeks ago I'd be having a fucking orgasm on this bus right now, in front of everyone and God." Instead I was all... "Meh."
Oh, but he can still be adorable and sweet and part of me is still heinously in love with him. Like I asked him if he'd ever considered being a vet and he said his mum's actually a vet and through year 10 and 11 he wanted to be one. And then in year 12 he seriously considered dropping out and becoming a chef. I mean, that's pretty spectacular and dropping out and becoming a chef has always secretly been my dream. It was pretty endearing.
But I mean, juxtapose that against like, REALLY froggy smelling breath... It literally smelled like frog. I'm not shitting you.
We were talking about how much we hate having to socialize with new people. At least we have that in common. Actually, we have lots of things in common. Sometimes I just find it difficult to be myself in front of him. So, on the bus it was silent for a couple of minutes then he asks me when my birthday is and I'm all, "14th of March? Why?" and he says, "I was just starting a conversation. I failed." It was pretty cute. I lol'd.
GOD, I'M SO CONFLICTED. ON ONE HAND HE'S SO SWEET, SO ENDEARING, SO LOVELY AND ON THE OTHER HAND HIS BREATH REALLY STANKS LIKE FROG.
J
I was sitting there, hooking my electrodes under my toad leg's sciatic nerve in MGC lab today, feeling all giddy at being in such close proximity to F. I could feel his head literally centimeters from mine and it was making me all... out of it.
"Ew," I thought to myself, "This toad leg seriously stinks. Uerghhhhhh."
It was then that F started to say something and I realized it wasn't the toad leg... It was F's breath.
I mean, it's potentially wrong of me to judge F for having nast breath because he's only human (despite my past attempts to tell everyone he's some sort of God) and everyone gets bad breath at some point..?
But oh God, as we were walking to the bus I realized how nasal his voice is.
Sure, as we conversed on the bus I couldn't help but get lost in his bright blue eyes. They are seriously the prettiest eyes I've seen in my life. But yeah, the conversation was just lacking. Also, because he got off at an earlier stop than me I suggested he sit on the aisle seat as I was originally sitting there. After I got out then was sliding into the window seat I'm pretty sure my bodacious ass brushed up against his crotch due to the tight proximity of the bus. And I'm pretty sure he laughed at that and said, "Awwkwaaard." And I was like... "God, if this was two weeks ago I'd be having a fucking orgasm on this bus right now, in front of everyone and God." Instead I was all... "Meh."
Oh, but he can still be adorable and sweet and part of me is still heinously in love with him. Like I asked him if he'd ever considered being a vet and he said his mum's actually a vet and through year 10 and 11 he wanted to be one. And then in year 12 he seriously considered dropping out and becoming a chef. I mean, that's pretty spectacular and dropping out and becoming a chef has always secretly been my dream. It was pretty endearing.
But I mean, juxtapose that against like, REALLY froggy smelling breath... It literally smelled like frog. I'm not shitting you.
We were talking about how much we hate having to socialize with new people. At least we have that in common. Actually, we have lots of things in common. Sometimes I just find it difficult to be myself in front of him. So, on the bus it was silent for a couple of minutes then he asks me when my birthday is and I'm all, "14th of March? Why?" and he says, "I was just starting a conversation. I failed." It was pretty cute. I lol'd.
GOD, I'M SO CONFLICTED. ON ONE HAND HE'S SO SWEET, SO ENDEARING, SO LOVELY AND ON THE OTHER HAND HIS BREATH REALLY STANKS LIKE FROG.
J
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I Have No Shame
Oh fuck, it burns. It burnnnnns. No, not the yeast infection your mother gave me. I'm just reading some old fanfiction I wrote way back in ye ol' day and it truly truly pains me to read it. I can't help but laugh while grimacing at the same time. Here's an excerpt from a series I did on the Mediator, hilariously enough it was my most popular:
"Her mouth was like a perfect rosebud in the middle of winter, so vivacious in color yet so delicate at the same time, victim to the vicious gusts of wind."
I feel my dignity slipping away even as I copy/paste.
J
"Her mouth was like a perfect rosebud in the middle of winter, so vivacious in color yet so delicate at the same time, victim to the vicious gusts of wind."
I feel my dignity slipping away even as I copy/paste.
J
Vlogging?
Seriously considering starting making vlogs and posting them up here every now and then for funsies... Thoughts?
J
J
Monday, May 2, 2011
Oh Wise One
Here's a secret not many of you would know. Big Michelle once said something to me that resonated so much with me that whenever I find myself in a situation where I'm feeling this certain way (which I will expand on in a second) I remember her words and try to live by this creed.
It started in year 12 when I started obsessing over my smudgy, fingerprinted spine of my economics book. You know when you open a book and you get your dirty thumbs on the spine (not the spine bit that holds the book together but the other side where all the pages come together) and it can become dirty? I hate that with a passion. I obsessed and obsessed, trying to erase the marks but they wouldn't go away. I would purposely put the book in lighting just so I could stare at the marks all through economics classes, silently cursing them. I'm sure I looked like a freak, I complained and complained.
One day, Big Michelle got so fed up with me. She said to me half annoyed yet half wise and compassionate, "J, there are bigger things in life to worry about."
I mean, those words were so true and so wise. I just listened to them and they stayed in my brain. And it's so true. Things like fingerprints and worn out keys in my keyboard and non-straight writing. All that shit is pointless stuff I won't remember in two days. It's silly stuff, non-sensical and not worth my time. I will always be grateful to Big Michelle for telling me this.
J
It started in year 12 when I started obsessing over my smudgy, fingerprinted spine of my economics book. You know when you open a book and you get your dirty thumbs on the spine (not the spine bit that holds the book together but the other side where all the pages come together) and it can become dirty? I hate that with a passion. I obsessed and obsessed, trying to erase the marks but they wouldn't go away. I would purposely put the book in lighting just so I could stare at the marks all through economics classes, silently cursing them. I'm sure I looked like a freak, I complained and complained.
One day, Big Michelle got so fed up with me. She said to me half annoyed yet half wise and compassionate, "J, there are bigger things in life to worry about."
I mean, those words were so true and so wise. I just listened to them and they stayed in my brain. And it's so true. Things like fingerprints and worn out keys in my keyboard and non-straight writing. All that shit is pointless stuff I won't remember in two days. It's silly stuff, non-sensical and not worth my time. I will always be grateful to Big Michelle for telling me this.
J
The Beginning of the End
I feel the joy of blushing, newfound love beginning to fade.
It started like a usual Monday. I casually flicked a nice chunk of fetal pig in my hair again, brushed my labcoat sleeve all up in my pig's brain. I think someone dropped my pig too because his skull was cracked in five pieces and his brain was all mushy and the membranes were broken. I left before histology because I'm such a rebel.
Actually, I went to FCP early because... F usually rocks up about seven minutes early and I like to have a chat with him before. He came in after me and started talking to me as I sat in the foyer.
I wish I wish I'd seized the moment better but alas, I didn't. We only talked about study break and whether we'd had any fun or gotten any work done. It was seriously monotonous and it truly truly depresses me because I know we can have fun times chatting! We've had them before!
Unfortunately, as we walked into the class I noticed he'd bought a new pair of shoes... I nearly vomited in my mouth. They were like Harrison Ford's grandpa/nautical shoes. I hope you know the ones I'm referring to. Except the material was shiny-ish. Oh God, it hurt so much to see them. I began to question his sexuality, in fact. My heart sunk. How can I respect a man who wears such heinous footwear?
To make matters worse, he was wearing black skinny jeans and a not-loose black t-shirt. He needs to wear that blue henley that drapes nicely over his pectoral muscles MOAR.
But he was really nice. I miss MGC labs...
J
It started like a usual Monday. I casually flicked a nice chunk of fetal pig in my hair again, brushed my labcoat sleeve all up in my pig's brain. I think someone dropped my pig too because his skull was cracked in five pieces and his brain was all mushy and the membranes were broken. I left before histology because I'm such a rebel.
Actually, I went to FCP early because... F usually rocks up about seven minutes early and I like to have a chat with him before. He came in after me and started talking to me as I sat in the foyer.
I wish I wish I'd seized the moment better but alas, I didn't. We only talked about study break and whether we'd had any fun or gotten any work done. It was seriously monotonous and it truly truly depresses me because I know we can have fun times chatting! We've had them before!
Unfortunately, as we walked into the class I noticed he'd bought a new pair of shoes... I nearly vomited in my mouth. They were like Harrison Ford's grandpa/nautical shoes. I hope you know the ones I'm referring to. Except the material was shiny-ish. Oh God, it hurt so much to see them. I began to question his sexuality, in fact. My heart sunk. How can I respect a man who wears such heinous footwear?
To make matters worse, he was wearing black skinny jeans and a not-loose black t-shirt. He needs to wear that blue henley that drapes nicely over his pectoral muscles MOAR.
But he was really nice. I miss MGC labs...
J
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Just a Dream
H said I should blog but I don't really have anything to blog about.
Oh, except that the day before yesterday I was running through the house and I slipped on this patch of wet floor and fell into the corner of the kitchen counter and bruised my shoulder and knee (as I fell) all good and purply and dotty (like when it's bruised so bad). It's pretty impressive. Maybe F will kiss it better tomorrow...
Part of me is sad that "study break" is over, part of me is indifferent (I feel guilty for not studying more...) and part of me is happy because we're going back to Mondays where I have two hours with F and back to Fridays where I have up to five hours with F. God is kind.
Tomorrow we're dissecting the head and spinal cords of our fetal pigs. I had this dream last night that when I opened up my pig's mouth all this black gooey shit would come spurting out and get all over me and it would be gross. I ran out of the lab, shrieking and clawing at my face. But one good thing came out of it. It gave me and F something to talk about on the walk to the bus stop together. We laughed so hard our spleen's burst. We sat on the bus together and as F was getting off at the Esplanade he turns around all spontaneously and kisses me and then runs off the bus.
'Twas a beautiful dream.
J
Oh, except that the day before yesterday I was running through the house and I slipped on this patch of wet floor and fell into the corner of the kitchen counter and bruised my shoulder and knee (as I fell) all good and purply and dotty (like when it's bruised so bad). It's pretty impressive. Maybe F will kiss it better tomorrow...
Part of me is sad that "study break" is over, part of me is indifferent (I feel guilty for not studying more...) and part of me is happy because we're going back to Mondays where I have two hours with F and back to Fridays where I have up to five hours with F. God is kind.
Tomorrow we're dissecting the head and spinal cords of our fetal pigs. I had this dream last night that when I opened up my pig's mouth all this black gooey shit would come spurting out and get all over me and it would be gross. I ran out of the lab, shrieking and clawing at my face. But one good thing came out of it. It gave me and F something to talk about on the walk to the bus stop together. We laughed so hard our spleen's burst. We sat on the bus together and as F was getting off at the Esplanade he turns around all spontaneously and kisses me and then runs off the bus.
'Twas a beautiful dream.
J
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