What is this sorcery? Why are my eyes vomiting tears?
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Art of Being Tactless
A long time ago, I decided I would never be an obstetrician. It started after spending time in the obs & gynae ward at Joondalup Hospital and realizing I am hopeless with babies and new mothers. You know how you're supposed to coo and tell the mother what a beautiful baby they have and the rest of it? I just look at the baby and think, "Hurr, you came out of a vagina," or something similarly stupid. I am completely tactless. I am useless with babies. I lack the interpersonal skills to deal with new or prospective mothers.
The awkwarness was palpable.
Gynae, I could do. In fact, I wanted to be a gynae for a while back at the start of uni because I had this vision of myself in Africa, helping victims of female genital mutilation. Or working with sexual assault victims or something (I was probably watching too much SVU at this point in time).
I am (not) looking forward to this week's anatomy lab on the male reproductive system and I am even more (not) looking forward to next week's anatomy lab on the female reproductive system. Especially after Big Michelle's boyfriend told me he had to place his FINGER in a female cadaver's VAGOO.
That is real anatomy speak.
J
The awkwarness was palpable.
Gynae, I could do. In fact, I wanted to be a gynae for a while back at the start of uni because I had this vision of myself in Africa, helping victims of female genital mutilation. Or working with sexual assault victims or something (I was probably watching too much SVU at this point in time).
I am (not) looking forward to this week's anatomy lab on the male reproductive system and I am even more (not) looking forward to next week's anatomy lab on the female reproductive system. Especially after Big Michelle's boyfriend told me he had to place his FINGER in a female cadaver's VAGOO.
That is real anatomy speak.
J
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Coldplay - "Spies"
I challenge Little Mishelle to dislike this:
I can't remember whether she outrightly disliked or was just indifferent to Coldplay. But I don't think her capable of disliking the above song.
In case you haven't noticed, I've been in a bit of a Pride & Prejudice funk (good type) again. I was thinking about the different portrayals of Mr. Collins in the 2005 movie and Lost in Austen (har har... Oh, Lost in Austen. That's good shit).
In the movie, Mr. Collins was a short, kind of mousey, eccentric guy probably about 30 years old. In the miniseries, Mr. Collins was a tall, gangly, elderly "gent," possibly pushing 45-50.
In the movie, he was sort of a harmless but eccentric and annoying character. In the miniseries, he was outrightly a creeper (case in point: squeezing his testes and sniffing dem fingers). I found it hilarious that in the miniseries they made this excuse about how he couldn't sleep with Jane after they got married (in case you haven't watch it, the miniseries deviated from the book considerably) because of something-something-some-formality.
Why is this hilarious? Because Pristine Jane is not allowed to be deflowered and defiled by that monstrosity of a man. I'll be honest; I was extremely relieved (possibly because I was totes shipping Bingley and Jane at this point. More on this later).
Conversely, Movie Collins was a somewhat innocent guy. You could imagine him being completely nervous and fumbling around on The Wedding Night and, as such, much less intimidating.
I don't know if I had a real point to this post.
Also, I thought that Miniseries Bingley was too hot for Miniseries Jane but Movie Jane was too hot for Movie Bingley (even though he was really quite attractive... Miniseries Bingley was better).
I would post compare & contrast pictures but I'm in science library.
J
I can't remember whether she outrightly disliked or was just indifferent to Coldplay. But I don't think her capable of disliking the above song.
In case you haven't noticed, I've been in a bit of a Pride & Prejudice funk (good type) again. I was thinking about the different portrayals of Mr. Collins in the 2005 movie and Lost in Austen (har har... Oh, Lost in Austen. That's good shit).
In the movie, Mr. Collins was a short, kind of mousey, eccentric guy probably about 30 years old. In the miniseries, Mr. Collins was a tall, gangly, elderly "gent," possibly pushing 45-50.
In the movie, he was sort of a harmless but eccentric and annoying character. In the miniseries, he was outrightly a creeper (case in point: squeezing his testes and sniffing dem fingers). I found it hilarious that in the miniseries they made this excuse about how he couldn't sleep with Jane after they got married (in case you haven't watch it, the miniseries deviated from the book considerably) because of something-something-some-formality.
Why is this hilarious? Because Pristine Jane is not allowed to be deflowered and defiled by that monstrosity of a man. I'll be honest; I was extremely relieved (possibly because I was totes shipping Bingley and Jane at this point. More on this later).
Conversely, Movie Collins was a somewhat innocent guy. You could imagine him being completely nervous and fumbling around on The Wedding Night and, as such, much less intimidating.
I don't know if I had a real point to this post.
Also, I thought that Miniseries Bingley was too hot for Miniseries Jane but Movie Jane was too hot for Movie Bingley (even though he was really quite attractive... Miniseries Bingley was better).
I would post compare & contrast pictures but I'm in science library.
J
Seven Things (I Hate About You)
Things that make me happy:
1. 3:1 = milo : milk.
2. Chewing gum instead of drinking water.
3. Defeatist attitudes.
4. Adam Martin.
5. That scene in Lost in Austen when Mr. Collins squeezes his balls then smells his fingers. Kim should know what I'm talking about.
6. Oscar Wilde's lover. A hotsy. motherfucking. totsy. Look it up. I was so shocked that hot people existed in those ancient and mystical times.
7. 99c Kit Kats ag IGA. Yeah... I went for it, Big Michelle. But only one!
J
1. 3:1 = milo : milk.
2. Chewing gum instead of drinking water.
3. Defeatist attitudes.
4. Adam Martin.
5. That scene in Lost in Austen when Mr. Collins squeezes his balls then smells his fingers. Kim should know what I'm talking about.
6. Oscar Wilde's lover. A hotsy. motherfucking. totsy. Look it up. I was so shocked that hot people existed in those ancient and mystical times.
7. 99c Kit Kats ag IGA. Yeah... I went for it, Big Michelle. But only one!
J
Friday, April 27, 2012
Mucous, Size 14 Font and Humans (in no particular order)
Every time I've watched Being Human, a main character dies. And even though I've only watched a handful of episodes, I end up a sobbing mess on the floor. Well, that's a lie. Usually, Being Human is on ABC around say 9.30pm. By that time, my mum's probably reading in bed, dad's in the front room listening to music and my brother is on the computer. I'm sitting in front of the TV, holding in my sobs and quietly blowing my nose so no one hears me.
It cuts deep that I missed the first couple of seasons where everything was (relatively) dandy and no main characters were dead. In the last episode I watched, the last (alive) main character died (/spoilers). And then I just read online that the only last remaining (dead) main character also just died. I feel like my heart has been broken.
You know how mother's with stillborn children or miscarriages mourn their children even though they never got to meet? That's how I feel right now. It's like I'm missing something I never even got to know.
(So... maybe that was a bit of a tactless analogy... Oh well)
I just got an email earlier from the guy I'm doing my FCP learning outcome with this week. I cracked up so hard when I opened his bit. It was in size 14 font. Size 14! I just laughed and laughed. I was like, "Is he trying to make it look longer or is this his default font?" And he started referencing from number 11. Number 11. It was so random. I saw the reference 11 and I was all, "WHEN DID I MISS THE FIRST 10?" I was so confused. But then I laughed some more at the font size then I ate some crispy m&ms.
Lastly, the reproduction lecturer (K-k-k-kathy) keeps putting up this slide of cervical mucous. It's of these fingers with the mucous in between and the fingers are slightly apart so you can see the mucous stretching from one finger to the other...
IT IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST HEINOUS AND FOUL THINGS I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE.
I mean, did someone really do this? Did someone really get a glob of a woman's cervical mucous and play with it in his/her fingers like putty?
THIS IS LEGITIMATELY RIDONKULOUS.
Why would you do that? How much money did this hand model (assuming...) get paid? Did this happen in Russia?
I have no words (well, that's a lie. I just used several words to discuss my feelings towards this).
Holla back.
J
It cuts deep that I missed the first couple of seasons where everything was (relatively) dandy and no main characters were dead. In the last episode I watched, the last (alive) main character died (/spoilers). And then I just read online that the only last remaining (dead) main character also just died. I feel like my heart has been broken.
You know how mother's with stillborn children or miscarriages mourn their children even though they never got to meet? That's how I feel right now. It's like I'm missing something I never even got to know.
(So... maybe that was a bit of a tactless analogy... Oh well)
I just got an email earlier from the guy I'm doing my FCP learning outcome with this week. I cracked up so hard when I opened his bit. It was in size 14 font. Size 14! I just laughed and laughed. I was like, "Is he trying to make it look longer or is this his default font?" And he started referencing from number 11. Number 11. It was so random. I saw the reference 11 and I was all, "WHEN DID I MISS THE FIRST 10?" I was so confused. But then I laughed some more at the font size then I ate some crispy m&ms.
Lastly, the reproduction lecturer (K-k-k-kathy) keeps putting up this slide of cervical mucous. It's of these fingers with the mucous in between and the fingers are slightly apart so you can see the mucous stretching from one finger to the other...
IT IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST HEINOUS AND FOUL THINGS I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE.
I mean, did someone really do this? Did someone really get a glob of a woman's cervical mucous and play with it in his/her fingers like putty?
THIS IS LEGITIMATELY RIDONKULOUS.
Why would you do that? How much money did this hand model (assuming...) get paid? Did this happen in Russia?
I have no words (well, that's a lie. I just used several words to discuss my feelings towards this).
Holla back.
J
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Emmitt Thunderpaws Welcomes Home His Military Dad!
This dog is ridiculous. I am legitimately crying.
J
J
Drake - "Take Care" (Explicit) ft. Rihanna
EXPLICIT. F'lol.
I would approve of this relationship should it transpire in real life.
Not much to report today. Besides the fact that I kicked a dog in the tail.
That's pretty much it. Also snuck in a sneaky crush reference into a casual conversation with Big Michelle and a couple of casual friends this morning. She totally outed me and was not cool about it. I mean, what if he had been casually standing behind a pillar and heard it all and decided I was unworthy of his love?
Missing Taylor. I wish she would post instagram pics everyday because they are magical.
GIT exam next Wednesday. Getting ready to feel up some fat, old guys.
J
I would approve of this relationship should it transpire in real life.
Not much to report today. Besides the fact that I kicked a dog in the tail.
That's pretty much it. Also snuck in a sneaky crush reference into a casual conversation with Big Michelle and a couple of casual friends this morning. She totally outed me and was not cool about it. I mean, what if he had been casually standing behind a pillar and heard it all and decided I was unworthy of his love?
Missing Taylor. I wish she would post instagram pics everyday because they are magical.
GIT exam next Wednesday. Getting ready to feel up some fat, old guys.
J
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Op-shopping
So, this is one of the most awesome blogs on the intranets: http://www.adventuresindressmaking.com/
The powers of this girl. I wish I could sew like her. Some of those dresses she makes look to be so high quality. Literally, better than the quality of half the stuff you find in the shops these days (well, the cheapo shops anyway...). My favourite one was when she made a sequin mini-dress out of a TOP. A top, friends. A top. How does one make a dress out of a top? You should probably ask this ^ girl. Not even a tunic top, a normal length top. Sure, it had those big, flappy sleeves but seriously. A whole dress out of one top. Have I talked too much about this top now?
I love sewing and refashioning because it lets me wear stuff I had given up on, it lets me make things fit my body better and it lets me make stuff that I actually want to wear (case in point: the bajillion half-cardigans I made last summer). I went op-shopping with Little Mishelle around that time. I was really pumped about it because I wanted to find some stuff to refashion but I just wasn't feeling it when I got there. It might have been because it was around 40 degrees and foul. But I also felt like I only wanted to buy stuff if it was really high quality (it sounds a bit roundabout but I'll explain myself later). I also probably had really high expectations (from reading so many vintage and refashion blogs...) which were not met (too many granny pants).
So, my reason for only wanting to buy high quality stuff secondhand is this: buying basics and buying poor quality shit is so cheap when buying it new. In fact, some of the stuff I could probably get at the same price or maybe even cheaper buying it new rather than secondhand. So I would only consider buying something secondhand if it was really unique, something that really suited my taste and if it was a high quality garment. I don't want to get into the whole moral/ethical thing about sweatshop vs. charity store but I just wanted to explain my reasoning.
J
The powers of this girl. I wish I could sew like her. Some of those dresses she makes look to be so high quality. Literally, better than the quality of half the stuff you find in the shops these days (well, the cheapo shops anyway...). My favourite one was when she made a sequin mini-dress out of a TOP. A top, friends. A top. How does one make a dress out of a top? You should probably ask this ^ girl. Not even a tunic top, a normal length top. Sure, it had those big, flappy sleeves but seriously. A whole dress out of one top. Have I talked too much about this top now?
I love sewing and refashioning because it lets me wear stuff I had given up on, it lets me make things fit my body better and it lets me make stuff that I actually want to wear (case in point: the bajillion half-cardigans I made last summer). I went op-shopping with Little Mishelle around that time. I was really pumped about it because I wanted to find some stuff to refashion but I just wasn't feeling it when I got there. It might have been because it was around 40 degrees and foul. But I also felt like I only wanted to buy stuff if it was really high quality (it sounds a bit roundabout but I'll explain myself later). I also probably had really high expectations (from reading so many vintage and refashion blogs...) which were not met (too many granny pants).
So, my reason for only wanting to buy high quality stuff secondhand is this: buying basics and buying poor quality shit is so cheap when buying it new. In fact, some of the stuff I could probably get at the same price or maybe even cheaper buying it new rather than secondhand. So I would only consider buying something secondhand if it was really unique, something that really suited my taste and if it was a high quality garment. I don't want to get into the whole moral/ethical thing about sweatshop vs. charity store but I just wanted to explain my reasoning.
J
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