I feel like I've been posting some really poor stuff on here. I remember when I used to blog about my friends and I would get shit tonnes of comments. Who doesn't like to read about themselves? I know I do. I guess I should start again... Reel in the readers.
Anyway, I was meant to have lunch with Big Michelle after our lectures today but... she had other plans (Big Michelle, do you give me permission to write stuff about that here or is that a nogo?). So, I went off to find somewhere to sit and eat. Then I thought to myself, "Fuck this. I don't want to be alone right now. Give me stimulation, please." So I send out various texts to (in this respective order): Little Mishelle, Sarah and Kim. Little Mishelle replies back with this: "SOZ BRO, I'M IN STUDIO SCARFING DOWN FOOD SO I CAN GET BACK TO WORK 'COS I'M A WORK FREAK," except not in so many words but I could just sense the hysteria from reading her text. Naturally, I was all, "Pfft, this bitch," and replied with as much. She just kept saying, "Soz bro," what a little devil. Sarah replies back with something about Susan Boyle and how much she loves her? I forget.
Here's when I blacked out and fell down the Sciby steps (har har, just jokes).
I get a call from Kim and meet her in the Susan Boyle meeting room (I know, UWA is so with the times, naming a room after a 2008 ? X Factor contestant). I meet Sarah at the bottom of the stairs. It's an ominous start. She leads me up the staircase and I walk into...
A RELAY FOR LIFE MEETING.
They have me NO indication WHATSOEVER of what I was walking into. I'm sorry but for those who know me, I generally lack any moral fibre or community spirit or sympathy or empathy or anything like that. So, I sat awkwardly on my chair (sharing with Sarah) while listening to some random talk about running in circles for 24 hours (a little concerning, but whatever, some people like running...). I don't know, was I the only one a little annoyed by her demeanour? I found her kind of pompous. I generally tend to nitpick on people like that because they just grate on my nerves. I feel like any second they're going to jump into this spiel about how their grandfather was a war veteran and that's why Anzac Day is so special to them.
Sorry, was that too harsh? Lol 'sif.
Anyway, things got better when we went downstairs to the Refectory to eat some food. That I approve of. And we met Peter, Travis and Helen. I swear, the Refectory is some sort of watering hole where all the Badass Ballaz Kids go to hang.
I kind of find Peter a bit irritating too (shh...). Peter just strikes me as so phony sometimes with how he's all philosophical and ironic and shit. I feel like saying, "Buddy, stfu. We get it. You're philosophical. Now go eat some cake." There's nothing wrong with being thought provoking but Lord, not everyone is like that 24/7. Does he ever think to himself, "Gee, I'm hungy. Where's that KFC voucher?" or, "I really really need to chuck a piss." I'm sure he does but he just doesn't want to tarnish people's perception of him as some sort of modern day Aristotle. I don't think so, buddy.
Also, every single time I've been to the Ref since school started, I practically see Helen there every time. She is like the Queen of the Ref or something with her minions making her sandwiches and shit. Bitch is trippin'. Has she not heard of Broadway and their sumptuous kebabs and noodles and things of deliciousness?
But nah, her friends all seem to be Whities and I get why'd they'd be intimidated by the copious amout of Asian in that general vicinity. They'd stumble out, rubbing at their eyes and smelling like Hokkien mee. Poor white folk.
That reminds me. I laughed at a certain line in the latest userealbutter.com blog post. It was funny. It was about her husband (who is white) and kim chi. Go read it, bitches.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
As Good As It Gets
My Big Michelle has blossomed into a beautiful woman. Remember our bridesmaids pact, babe. I would wink if this was a real interaction.
Praying, praying to God we are in the same tute and lab groups next semester.
Additionally, everyone at uni looks older than me.
There's a guy in my tute group sprouting facial hair ALL over the place. It's ridiculous. Like really thick; obviously if you left it for long enough it would grow into a full blown beard. I wish I could grow a beard. And the girls are all sophisticated and private-schooley and heinous. It's like when Mia Thermopolis looks herself in the mirror in the first Princess Diaries and says, "And once again, this is as good as it gets." It's like, I'm still as pimply and pudgy and gross as I was at 14. And unlike Mia, I'm not going to get a Paolo-Makeover and turn into a swan. This is actually as good as it gets. Sigh.
J
Praying, praying to God we are in the same tute and lab groups next semester.
Additionally, everyone at uni looks older than me.
There's a guy in my tute group sprouting facial hair ALL over the place. It's ridiculous. Like really thick; obviously if you left it for long enough it would grow into a full blown beard. I wish I could grow a beard. And the girls are all sophisticated and private-schooley and heinous. It's like when Mia Thermopolis looks herself in the mirror in the first Princess Diaries and says, "And once again, this is as good as it gets." It's like, I'm still as pimply and pudgy and gross as I was at 14. And unlike Mia, I'm not going to get a Paolo-Makeover and turn into a swan. This is actually as good as it gets. Sigh.
J
Monday, May 30, 2011
More Rambling, I Don't Know Why I Feel So Serious
The events of the last couple of days have me feeling all questionable inside. I discussed this stuff with Big Michelle a little while ago; spirituality and beliefs. I think stuff happens for a reason. But then you see senseless things like what has happened and you wonder what reason that could possibly have. When shit stuff happens to me I tell myself, "Okay, this was for a higher reason I don't know," and eventually I move on. But what purpose did it serve? All it did was give me inner turmoil and yes, I moved on but sometimes I feel like that is testament to just time and things happening and forgetting. Nothing about higher power or purpose.
It helps me to deal with stuff to think everything happens for a purpose. But it's really hard to feel that way when you see bad things happen to undeserving people. It feels so unfair to see good, decent people have tragic things happen to them and bad people live long lives, going about their unethical, immoral means.
In less serious news... Still so conflicted about F. Also, fuck, he has some fucking strong body odour or wears really strong deodorant (sp?) or cologne or something. I can smell him the second he comes into the room. Maybe that's because I'm just really attuned to it...
J
It helps me to deal with stuff to think everything happens for a purpose. But it's really hard to feel that way when you see bad things happen to undeserving people. It feels so unfair to see good, decent people have tragic things happen to them and bad people live long lives, going about their unethical, immoral means.
In less serious news... Still so conflicted about F. Also, fuck, he has some fucking strong body odour or wears really strong deodorant (sp?) or cologne or something. I can smell him the second he comes into the room. Maybe that's because I'm just really attuned to it...
J
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Stuff and Rambling
The US health and education system pretty much disgusts me. And when you compare it to our own you realize how lucky we are.
If you can't pay for medical bills, you don't have access to healthcare. This is pretty much the impression I get from the US health system. How is that fair? In Australia, if you need healthcare you get it. After you receive the healthcare you'll get asked about payment but you'll never be denied it because you can't pay for it. Here, you can get healthcare cards so you don't even need to pay anything to see the doctor. I think that's pretty amazing.
And it's fair. Why should people who are born into circumstances out of their control be denied essential services like that?
I have a friend who is one of the smartest, brightest person I know. And I was talking to her about college plans, whinging about how much I hate uni and she just said to me, "At least you get to go to uni. I might not even afford it." It broke my heart. She is so deserving of getting to choose any uni in the world to go to. I know she's bright and talented enough. It seems so unjust that she should be denied that opportunity because she doesn't have enough money to pay for it.
Sometimes I feel like Australia is actually the land of opportunity, not the US where the poor are denied services that might allow them to escape poverty.
Why does Australia have a system where you don't have to pay uni fees up front? You can wait until you're working after you've graduated and pay it back in installments. We don't realize how lucky we are to have these policies which allow us to have all of these doors open for us.
You can be poor and still go to school, get good healthcare, go to uni. Do whatever you want.
I am so thankful to live here.
I used to want to live there but I changed my mind. I wouldn't want to live in a place where money is everything, everyone is fake and phony. No wonder Holden Caulfield went fucking batshit crazy. I would hate to live there too.
J
If you can't pay for medical bills, you don't have access to healthcare. This is pretty much the impression I get from the US health system. How is that fair? In Australia, if you need healthcare you get it. After you receive the healthcare you'll get asked about payment but you'll never be denied it because you can't pay for it. Here, you can get healthcare cards so you don't even need to pay anything to see the doctor. I think that's pretty amazing.
And it's fair. Why should people who are born into circumstances out of their control be denied essential services like that?
I have a friend who is one of the smartest, brightest person I know. And I was talking to her about college plans, whinging about how much I hate uni and she just said to me, "At least you get to go to uni. I might not even afford it." It broke my heart. She is so deserving of getting to choose any uni in the world to go to. I know she's bright and talented enough. It seems so unjust that she should be denied that opportunity because she doesn't have enough money to pay for it.
Sometimes I feel like Australia is actually the land of opportunity, not the US where the poor are denied services that might allow them to escape poverty.
Why does Australia have a system where you don't have to pay uni fees up front? You can wait until you're working after you've graduated and pay it back in installments. We don't realize how lucky we are to have these policies which allow us to have all of these doors open for us.
You can be poor and still go to school, get good healthcare, go to uni. Do whatever you want.
I am so thankful to live here.
I used to want to live there but I changed my mind. I wouldn't want to live in a place where money is everything, everyone is fake and phony. No wonder Holden Caulfield went fucking batshit crazy. I would hate to live there too.
J
Saturday, May 28, 2011
An Open Letter to Kem
Dear Kem,
Once charmed by those diagrams,
With electrons whizzing around.
But then I tried a question, DAMN
I found your mind not sound.
See, I'm stuck on this question,
Of acids and base.
You've lost my affection,
I'm sick of your taste.
It's like acetic acid,
All mixed with pyrUvate.
Not satisfying at all but placid,
No period will be missed late.
I'd kill you with fire,
If I got a chance.
I'd throw you in the mire,
And stick you with a lance.
J
Once charmed by those diagrams,
With electrons whizzing around.
But then I tried a question, DAMN
I found your mind not sound.
See, I'm stuck on this question,
Of acids and base.
You've lost my affection,
I'm sick of your taste.
It's like acetic acid,
All mixed with pyrUvate.
Not satisfying at all but placid,
No period will be missed late.
I'd kill you with fire,
If I got a chance.
I'd throw you in the mire,
And stick you with a lance.
J
Changes
Things I'd like to change about myself:
1. Start saying "homegirl" more. Chyeah.
2. Lose some weight, fatty.
3. Study moar.
4. Do something with my life.
5. Live my life like I'm being chased by a rhinocerous.
6. Learn to make ice-cream. Put meat in it so Little Michelle can't eat it. Just for funsies and to be sadistic.
7. Be moar sadistic.
8. Stop being cynical.
9. Be moar confident.
10. Grow my haircape out.
11. Become more efficient.
12. Stop hatin'.
13. Read moar books.
14. Write moar schtuff.
15. BE A WOMAN.
J
1. Start saying "homegirl" more. Chyeah.
2. Lose some weight, fatty.
3. Study moar.
4. Do something with my life.
5. Live my life like I'm being chased by a rhinocerous.
6. Learn to make ice-cream. Put meat in it so Little Michelle can't eat it. Just for funsies and to be sadistic.
7. Be moar sadistic.
8. Stop being cynical.
9. Be moar confident.
10. Grow my haircape out.
11. Become more efficient.
12. Stop hatin'.
13. Read moar books.
14. Write moar schtuff.
15. BE A WOMAN.
J
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thinking About...
Seeing other people study (hard) makes me feel nauseous.
This one time, Little Michelle, Caitlyn, Rachael and I had a English assignment so we all went to Little Michelle's house to do it. Later, I was talking to Caitlyn and I asked her what she was going to do later. She said, "studyudyudyudy." Oh my God, I felt so guilty then because I'd decided I was going to just watch TV and relax when I got home.
And then today, I see this girl (well, "this girl" although my friends know her well enough) studying when Big Michelle, Clinton and I go into a sciby study room. And then when I come out like two hours later, she'll still intently studying. I CAN'T STAND IT.
Other things on my mind:
1. The skirt I wore to the interview assessment was too short. God, why did I choose this day to deviate from my formal dress pants?
2. Wondering if boys will ever like me.
3. Wondering why I get bloated so easily. I didn't eat anything today and I came home looking eight months pregnant. On the days I binge eat, I still come home looking eight months pregnant.
4. Wondering why my fingers are so obese.
5. Thinking about eating dinner.
6. Deciding IGA home brand cookies and cream ice cream is actually pretty good.
7. Thinking about how nice F looked today in his business clothes. Woof.
J
This one time, Little Michelle, Caitlyn, Rachael and I had a English assignment so we all went to Little Michelle's house to do it. Later, I was talking to Caitlyn and I asked her what she was going to do later. She said, "studyudyudyudy." Oh my God, I felt so guilty then because I'd decided I was going to just watch TV and relax when I got home.
And then today, I see this girl (well, "this girl" although my friends know her well enough) studying when Big Michelle, Clinton and I go into a sciby study room. And then when I come out like two hours later, she'll still intently studying. I CAN'T STAND IT.
Other things on my mind:
1. The skirt I wore to the interview assessment was too short. God, why did I choose this day to deviate from my formal dress pants?
2. Wondering if boys will ever like me.
3. Wondering why I get bloated so easily. I didn't eat anything today and I came home looking eight months pregnant. On the days I binge eat, I still come home looking eight months pregnant.
4. Wondering why my fingers are so obese.
5. Thinking about eating dinner.
6. Deciding IGA home brand cookies and cream ice cream is actually pretty good.
7. Thinking about how nice F looked today in his business clothes. Woof.
J
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Story of Us
So, the music vid for The Story of Us came out this morning. Sad to say I kept checking YouTube, ontd and various other networking sites every five minutes waiting for it. I'd link it here but it's all up in MTV and stuff that isn't working for me. You can watch it here: http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/59604009.html#comments
What did I like about it?
1. Taylor looks freaking gorgeous. Sexy librarian is a look that certainly works for her.
2. he straight hair. I love that she tried something new.
3. Her dedication to the spaz. I love how she just spazzes around the bookshelves, completely having some sort of epileptic fit. Mad respect.
4. The guy. I think he fits the tone of the song. Not too hot, and even though he broke her heart and all that, he isn't portrayed as that evil, womanizing mofo like in White Horse or Picture to Burn or anything like that. It's good.
5. The fact that around 1:34-1:35 I'm pretty sure she says, "SHIT," as she hides behind her book. PLEASE LET HER HAVE SAID SHIT.
6. How the setting kind of reminds me of The Covenant. A movie which I just adore.
What didn't I like about it?
1. The spaz. It was, at times, a bit too spazzy. Even for me. It gave me a headache at times.
2. Not enough storyline. I'm sorry but I'm still clinging onto the sort of simple, really adolescent-cheesy You Belong With Me storyline. It was so good so good soy good. I love that shit. At least this one had more storyline than Back to December but still, I would have liked to seen more of that and less of the random spazzy shit.
3. That's about it.
I really liked it. Much much better than Back to December and Mean, thank you God.
Also, girl really knows what angles suit her.
J
What did I like about it?
1. Taylor looks freaking gorgeous. Sexy librarian is a look that certainly works for her.
2. he straight hair. I love that she tried something new.
3. Her dedication to the spaz. I love how she just spazzes around the bookshelves, completely having some sort of epileptic fit. Mad respect.
4. The guy. I think he fits the tone of the song. Not too hot, and even though he broke her heart and all that, he isn't portrayed as that evil, womanizing mofo like in White Horse or Picture to Burn or anything like that. It's good.
5. The fact that around 1:34-1:35 I'm pretty sure she says, "SHIT," as she hides behind her book. PLEASE LET HER HAVE SAID SHIT.
6. How the setting kind of reminds me of The Covenant. A movie which I just adore.
What didn't I like about it?
1. The spaz. It was, at times, a bit too spazzy. Even for me. It gave me a headache at times.
2. Not enough storyline. I'm sorry but I'm still clinging onto the sort of simple, really adolescent-cheesy You Belong With Me storyline. It was so good so good soy good. I love that shit. At least this one had more storyline than Back to December but still, I would have liked to seen more of that and less of the random spazzy shit.
3. That's about it.
I really liked it. Much much better than Back to December and Mean, thank you God.
Also, girl really knows what angles suit her.
J
Skat
Skipped classes today (I only had 2 lectures so whatevs, brah) to finish my community placement report and study for the looming exams. Exams are the worst.
I thought I'd write a short skit to express how I feel right now. Let us begin.
INT. INTERVIEW ROOM. DAY:
The young-ish woman sits on a chair in one corner of the room and stares out the window into the rain.
Woman: Dang it, I used to love weather like this. Smell of the (froggy) rain everywhere. Now you wanna know what it reminds me of? Fucking winter exams.
God: Ohhh, child, think of your future! Is it not all worth it?
Woman: I'm working towards more work, thanks God. 10 years from now I'll probably be more tired and stressed out.
God: ...
Woman: It doesn't really make sense does it? People work hard at school at uni for careers of more and harder work.
God: But think of the financial security and what you can do with that! LIVE!
Woman: God, people who are financially successful probably take less leave than people who are moderately so. Do you ever take leave?
God: ...
Woman: Yeah, I didn't think so, buddy.
J
I thought I'd write a short skit to express how I feel right now. Let us begin.
INT. INTERVIEW ROOM. DAY:
The young-ish woman sits on a chair in one corner of the room and stares out the window into the rain.
Woman: Dang it, I used to love weather like this. Smell of the (froggy) rain everywhere. Now you wanna know what it reminds me of? Fucking winter exams.
God: Ohhh, child, think of your future! Is it not all worth it?
Woman: I'm working towards more work, thanks God. 10 years from now I'll probably be more tired and stressed out.
God: ...
Woman: It doesn't really make sense does it? People work hard at school at uni for careers of more and harder work.
God: But think of the financial security and what you can do with that! LIVE!
Woman: God, people who are financially successful probably take less leave than people who are moderately so. Do you ever take leave?
God: ...
Woman: Yeah, I didn't think so, buddy.
J
Sunday, May 22, 2011
4 in the Morning
When you sit down to study the circulatory system for tomorrow's fake prac test and you put on Gwen Stefani to get your study-juices flowing and end up listening to and singing to 4 in the Morning on repeat for 20 minutes, feeling sorry for yourself.
AND ALL I KNOW IS, YOU GOT TO GIVE ME EVERYTHING.
AND NOTHING ELSE DOES (?), YOU KNOW I'D GIVE YOU ALL OF ME.
I'D GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I AM.
I'M HANDING OVER EVERYTHING I GOT.
COS I WANNA HAVE A REALLY TRUE LOVE.
BLAH BLAH BLAH.
(Give me everyythhing)
J
AND ALL I KNOW IS, YOU GOT TO GIVE ME EVERYTHING.
AND NOTHING ELSE DOES (?), YOU KNOW I'D GIVE YOU ALL OF ME.
I'D GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I AM.
I'M HANDING OVER EVERYTHING I GOT.
COS I WANNA HAVE A REALLY TRUE LOVE.
BLAH BLAH BLAH.
(Give me everyythhing)
J
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