This morning, as I sat eating my morning bowl of banana porridge (Little Mishelle, in case you've been counting, that is almost everyday for over 10 months), I realized something.
I need to leave Perth.
Maybe it's exam restlessness or a weird stage of my ovarian cycle or maybe because I watched Notting Hill last night (review to come) but... it all just become so obvious.
This is not the life I want for myself.
I know it's all romanticized (moving away etc.) and everyone thinks home is daggy and boring. Perhaps if I do move away, I will find this new home equally daggy and boring after a few years. Regardless, I think it's something I need to do one day or I will regret it forever. I'll regret never having experienced anything but what I know.
Perth will probably always be "home" but it's not somewhere I want to stay forever. I've always said, "I have to move somewhere with cooler weather," because sometimes I feel like I don't function anywhere near capacity during summer. I think now I need to say, "Perth, while relaxing and calming, is cloying in how small it is."
There's such a huge world out there. I can't stand thinking that Perth will always be home. Yes, I can go on holidays... but it's not the same, is it? You can go on holidays for two weeks, three weeks, a month, two months, maybe even a year, but it's not actually the same as moving away and settling somewhere completely different and starting from scratch and living in a completely different way.
This is rich coming from the girl who's eaten the same breakfast nearly everyday for nearly a year. But I think this is something probably everyone feels (and probably most people grow out of it at some stage and realize that, realistically, they'll always be stuck in whatever hell hole they were dropped in).
Speaking of breakfast, I've come full circle. Last summer, I went on a diet (hence the banana oats and ensuing boredom). I just started my summer's diet again (well, technically it's spring) a few days ago. I want to stick to it. I know I won't but I want to.
I don't know why I never stick to diets. I've probably gone on one every year for the last... five years? And I know that, logistically, eating less + exercising = losing weight. Nevertheless, I lose steam after like... a week and turn back to disgusting, unhealthy habits.
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.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
200gb
Dad just upgraded us to 200gb internet a month. This will not be good for study but will be very good for my Tonight's Entertainment series. I may, in fact, watch a movie tonight... I've been having romcom withdrawals.
Had lunch with UWA Kiddos today at the tav. I don't think I've spent as much time around alcohol as I have this semester. We've been having our weekly lunches at the tav basically every week this semester. Meg tack-yacked in the toilets after drinking a jug of cider, supervised by tack-yacking extraordinnaire, Helen. It was great but I fear her teeth will spontaneously exfoliate.
Now, I'm listening to Gwen Stepani and writing up notes for anatomy labs.
It was our last FCP tute this afternoon. I remember going into that tute on the first day of the year thinking everything was shit because, even though I had Big Michelle, I didn't know anyone in there and there were a few members from that omnipresent "popular clique." Although they're all really nice, I never feel comfortable around popular people. I just feel shit.
Despite this, I kind of like my tute now. I've become reasonably friendly with a few of the people in there and, after spending four hours a week with a bunch of people, you eventually get friendly. We celebrated the end of semester by trying to catch lollies in our mouths. I should say, three people did this. The rest of us watched.
I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but there's this really goodlooking guy in the tute. Amazing. I even asked Big Michelle what she thought and she said he was probably the best looking guy in our year. He's not only amazingly goodlooking but also smart. He's a little doofussy at times but, for the most part, nice and pleasant. I was just admiring him today and thinking, "I'd bone him," and then I cried inside a little at the fact I'll never have sex with anyone that goodlooking.
Speaking of goodlooking guys, I was sitting opposite one at the library this morning. As is tradition, I texted Caitlyn about my sighting (we enjoy exchanging stories about hot guys we chance upon). Inspired by her creepy video-taking of some Danish professor who gave a talk at the UWA open day (he was young, goodlooking and an astrophysicist?), I took this sneaky video of said hot guy as well. It was really average video taking because I was scared he would see (he was facing me and about 1.5m away). After reviewing the video, I realized he honestly wasn't that goodlooking (but he was really friendly and had this smooth, almost British voice that made me weak). I think this is my problem. I think a lot of guys are hot when they're not.
BUT THE GUY IN MY TUTE IS ACTUALLY REALLY HOT.
J
Had lunch with UWA Kiddos today at the tav. I don't think I've spent as much time around alcohol as I have this semester. We've been having our weekly lunches at the tav basically every week this semester. Meg tack-yacked in the toilets after drinking a jug of cider, supervised by tack-yacking extraordinnaire, Helen. It was great but I fear her teeth will spontaneously exfoliate.
Now, I'm listening to Gwen Stepani and writing up notes for anatomy labs.
It was our last FCP tute this afternoon. I remember going into that tute on the first day of the year thinking everything was shit because, even though I had Big Michelle, I didn't know anyone in there and there were a few members from that omnipresent "popular clique." Although they're all really nice, I never feel comfortable around popular people. I just feel shit.
Despite this, I kind of like my tute now. I've become reasonably friendly with a few of the people in there and, after spending four hours a week with a bunch of people, you eventually get friendly. We celebrated the end of semester by trying to catch lollies in our mouths. I should say, three people did this. The rest of us watched.
I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but there's this really goodlooking guy in the tute. Amazing. I even asked Big Michelle what she thought and she said he was probably the best looking guy in our year. He's not only amazingly goodlooking but also smart. He's a little doofussy at times but, for the most part, nice and pleasant. I was just admiring him today and thinking, "I'd bone him," and then I cried inside a little at the fact I'll never have sex with anyone that goodlooking.
Speaking of goodlooking guys, I was sitting opposite one at the library this morning. As is tradition, I texted Caitlyn about my sighting (we enjoy exchanging stories about hot guys we chance upon). Inspired by her creepy video-taking of some Danish professor who gave a talk at the UWA open day (he was young, goodlooking and an astrophysicist?), I took this sneaky video of said hot guy as well. It was really average video taking because I was scared he would see (he was facing me and about 1.5m away). After reviewing the video, I realized he honestly wasn't that goodlooking (but he was really friendly and had this smooth, almost British voice that made me weak). I think this is my problem. I think a lot of guys are hot when they're not.
BUT THE GUY IN MY TUTE IS ACTUALLY REALLY HOT.
J
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Taylor's Fridge
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/73069946.html#cutid1
Post about Taylor Swift and food? Here for this.
Currently rocking out to this:
J
Post about Taylor Swift and food? Here for this.
Currently rocking out to this:
J
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Being a Fat Bitch
Why do Asian people find it alright to call the children of their family friends fat? They say it with the same smirk and smile like what they're saying isn't inconceivably rude and hurtful.
We bumped into an old family friend at dinner tonight. He says to my brother, "Oh yes, you've gotten skinnier. You used to be quite fat as a child!" then he looks at me and says, "Obviously, you've gotten," and makes this gesture. Sticks his arms out like I've become a rotund travesty. And it's not like he can talk because he has a belly to rival Santa Claus.
This is probably the twentieth time this has happened in my teenage/early-adulthood years. Everytime, it's that same thing. Silly smile, calm voice like it's all part of friendly conversation. If this was White society, said Asian aunty/uncle would get fucking shot.
I know it's coming a few moments before it happens that it's going to happen. It's like people with epilepsy who get the "aura" before they have a fit. I know it because they look at me with a smirky judgemental look and they turn to my mum/dad and say it.
Today, my mum replied with, "Yeah, she's big boned."
Okay. I know I'm rotund. And my friends will say, "No, you're not!" but it's okay because I know I am. Especially compared to Asian girls, I am fucking huge. The thing is... it's not like I fucking don't know it. I know it everytime I look in a mirror or catch my reflection in a window while I'm walking next to one of my friends who is infinitely tinier than me. I know it when I look down and compare my thighs to the girl sitting next to me and see I could probably crush her if I sat on her. I know when I'm sitting on the bus and my shoulders stick out into the aisle because the bus seat doesn't cater for them.
I thought to myself on the drive home, "I should become anorexic to spite them all." But then, the next time they saw me, they would probably say to my parents, "Oh, she's lost some weight! Good for her!"
J
We bumped into an old family friend at dinner tonight. He says to my brother, "Oh yes, you've gotten skinnier. You used to be quite fat as a child!" then he looks at me and says, "Obviously, you've gotten," and makes this gesture. Sticks his arms out like I've become a rotund travesty. And it's not like he can talk because he has a belly to rival Santa Claus.
This is probably the twentieth time this has happened in my teenage/early-adulthood years. Everytime, it's that same thing. Silly smile, calm voice like it's all part of friendly conversation. If this was White society, said Asian aunty/uncle would get fucking shot.
I know it's coming a few moments before it happens that it's going to happen. It's like people with epilepsy who get the "aura" before they have a fit. I know it because they look at me with a smirky judgemental look and they turn to my mum/dad and say it.
Today, my mum replied with, "Yeah, she's big boned."
Okay. I know I'm rotund. And my friends will say, "No, you're not!" but it's okay because I know I am. Especially compared to Asian girls, I am fucking huge. The thing is... it's not like I fucking don't know it. I know it everytime I look in a mirror or catch my reflection in a window while I'm walking next to one of my friends who is infinitely tinier than me. I know it when I look down and compare my thighs to the girl sitting next to me and see I could probably crush her if I sat on her. I know when I'm sitting on the bus and my shoulders stick out into the aisle because the bus seat doesn't cater for them.
I thought to myself on the drive home, "I should become anorexic to spite them all." But then, the next time they saw me, they would probably say to my parents, "Oh, she's lost some weight! Good for her!"
J
Nein
I want a dog so so bad that I've been sitting around for the last week imagining having one. But not just any dog, a German Shepherd.
German Shepherds. One of the smartest dogs out (top three, I believe), incredibly loyal and devoted to their family, excellent guard dogs (Lord knows I need one when I live by myself) and loving.
My youtube history look something like this:
I think I would be a good mother to a German Shepherd too. They are such beautiful animals.
J
German Shepherds. One of the smartest dogs out (top three, I believe), incredibly loyal and devoted to their family, excellent guard dogs (Lord knows I need one when I live by myself) and loving.
My youtube history look something like this:
- dogs and babies
- german shepherd puppies
- german shepherd and baby
- german shepherd family
- indygermanshepherd channel
I think I would be a good mother to a German Shepherd too. They are such beautiful animals.
J
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Taylor Swift - "Begin Again"
I've been looking forward to this video for some time. Because I saw candids from her shooting the vidjeo and thought to myself, "Goddamn, you are gorgeous, girl." The guy was similarly goodlooking in that hipster Ryan Gosling way.
Which brings me to my next point. This vidjeo is a hipster's wet dream and it's making me feel uncomfortable. I can't hate because hipsterdom is popular for a reason; it's appealing and pretty to look at and fantastical. But I still get bad feels from the whole thing. It's always so perfectly orchestrated and I feel like people should have better things to do than choose the perfect suspenders to pair with their straw fedoras.
Also, bearded hipsters just freak me out.
So, if a guy like this (the one in the vidjeo) approached me at some quaint cafe in the middle of Paris (Paris; the City of Hipsters), I would say to them, "Lol, bitch please."
If I think too much about this video I start to hate it so I'm trying to force myself to appreciate it based on its most superficial layer; the prettiness and various other pleasant aesthetics.
What gets me (perhaps the most) is WHAT TIME PERIOD IS THIS VIDJEO SET IN? They are dressed like it's the 50s in some part and using vintage-looking cameras and all the rest of that. And then in some parts they're not. And I'm like, "We are never ever getting back together."
I also feel like Chanel should sue them for the parts where she's dressed in that purple dress (Maria Lucia Hohan, if anyone's wondering! She does beautiful dresses but they're all pretty much the same...) because it is basically a carbon copy of that Nicole Kidman Chanel #5 ad (which incidentally was one of Rodrigo Santoro's first roles and goddamn, that is a fine looking man).
I'll do a (short) review on the album later but, for now, I'm lazy and have work to do.
Okay, I had to come back to add one final things. HIPSTERS MADE PASTRIES ALL HIPSTERY AND FOR THAT I CAN NEVER FORGIVE THEM.
J
Monday, October 22, 2012
Tonight's Entertainment (Because I Said So)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0490084/
I put off watching this for a week because, even though it kept popping up in suggestions, I had mistaken it for this other really crappy movie with either Diane Keaton or Mandy Moore and was all, "Ain't nobody got time for that!"
Oh, how wrong I was.
This movie was great! I know I should be more ashamed by this but I'm not. This movie was legitimately good despite Mandy's mediocre attempts at acting distressed ("Don't TALK to me like that!" One of the more poorly delivered lines of the movie...).
This may have had something to do with the altogether appealing male "lead" (I guess there were two?). He was a musician. Not my type at all. It probably was more to do with the fact that he was ridiculous goodlooking. And really, is there more to life than being ridiculously goodlooking? I think not.
I give this movie 3.5 stars.
The goodness of this movie was NOT consolidated by some somewhat heinous sex scenes between Diane Keaton and the dad from 7th Heaven. However, I endured it for the good parts. It was likely worth it.
It was weird seeing Lauren Graham in something other than Gilmore Girls. She was good but had a small part. She kind of just played a more subdued version of Lorelai Gilmore which I have no beef with but I do wish she could diversify. I've only ever seen her play Lorelai Gilmore (all spazzy, coffee-guzzling 5'8 of it) or a subdued/boring version of her (Because I Said So, Evan Almighty). I wish she would branch out. Maybe not to "Don't TALK to me like that!" territory but just something different. I'd love for her to play a real idiot/ditz. I'm thinking Jenna Malone territory, circa season two 30 Rock. Ya feel?
J
I put off watching this for a week because, even though it kept popping up in suggestions, I had mistaken it for this other really crappy movie with either Diane Keaton or Mandy Moore and was all, "Ain't nobody got time for that!"
Oh, how wrong I was.
This movie was great! I know I should be more ashamed by this but I'm not. This movie was legitimately good despite Mandy's mediocre attempts at acting distressed ("Don't TALK to me like that!" One of the more poorly delivered lines of the movie...).
This may have had something to do with the altogether appealing male "lead" (I guess there were two?). He was a musician. Not my type at all. It probably was more to do with the fact that he was ridiculous goodlooking. And really, is there more to life than being ridiculously goodlooking? I think not.
I give this movie 3.5 stars.
The goodness of this movie was NOT consolidated by some somewhat heinous sex scenes between Diane Keaton and the dad from 7th Heaven. However, I endured it for the good parts. It was likely worth it.
It was weird seeing Lauren Graham in something other than Gilmore Girls. She was good but had a small part. She kind of just played a more subdued version of Lorelai Gilmore which I have no beef with but I do wish she could diversify. I've only ever seen her play Lorelai Gilmore (all spazzy, coffee-guzzling 5'8 of it) or a subdued/boring version of her (Because I Said So, Evan Almighty). I wish she would branch out. Maybe not to "Don't TALK to me like that!" territory but just something different. I'd love for her to play a real idiot/ditz. I'm thinking Jenna Malone territory, circa season two 30 Rock. Ya feel?
J
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Puppies for Christmas
I am crying so hard right now. My favourites are the ones with the older folk. So cute.
J
Friday, October 19, 2012
Tonight's Entertainment (It's a Boy Girl Thing and Letters to Juliet)
IT'S A BOY GIRL THING
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0482527/
This is a weird one. If you hadn't told me this was basically a Canadian movie, I think I would have been able to guess it. It was sweet and endearing and funny and romantic at parts but it also had a lot of black humour and overt OVERT sexual innuendo that probably wouldn't be acceptable in mainstream American romcom. I'm talking boners in asses (not anal sex, think getting physical while helping someone with their golf swing). I give it 3 stars because, while it was funny and smart, it was also not what I was looking for. I buy into the absolute Hollywood stereotype. The cliches. The really irresistable guy. The sexual tension. The goodlooking actors (both leads in this movie were pretty much stunning but in a non-Hollywood way).
Regardless, give it a go. It's different but good.
LETTERS TO JULIET
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0892318/
Um, note to self: never watch this movie again. SERIOUS bollocks. It's not even good for eye-candy; the male lead is reasonably goodlooking but he lacks charisma and charm in all departments. His character was meant to be that kind of aloof guy who gets off on the wrong foot with the female lead (I love Amanda but gurl...) but it was just done poorly and I didn't like him at all. Even as a goodlooking guy, I couldn't appreciate it past the shitty acting.
Mr. Darcy is THE archetype of the aloof guy who gets off on the wrong foot with the female lead but I still cream myself every fucking time for that fucker. Not the case in this movie.
I give this movie 1 star. Avoid at all costs, folks.
J
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0482527/
This is a weird one. If you hadn't told me this was basically a Canadian movie, I think I would have been able to guess it. It was sweet and endearing and funny and romantic at parts but it also had a lot of black humour and overt OVERT sexual innuendo that probably wouldn't be acceptable in mainstream American romcom. I'm talking boners in asses (not anal sex, think getting physical while helping someone with their golf swing). I give it 3 stars because, while it was funny and smart, it was also not what I was looking for. I buy into the absolute Hollywood stereotype. The cliches. The really irresistable guy. The sexual tension. The goodlooking actors (both leads in this movie were pretty much stunning but in a non-Hollywood way).
Regardless, give it a go. It's different but good.
LETTERS TO JULIET
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0892318/
Um, note to self: never watch this movie again. SERIOUS bollocks. It's not even good for eye-candy; the male lead is reasonably goodlooking but he lacks charisma and charm in all departments. His character was meant to be that kind of aloof guy who gets off on the wrong foot with the female lead (I love Amanda but gurl...) but it was just done poorly and I didn't like him at all. Even as a goodlooking guy, I couldn't appreciate it past the shitty acting.
Mr. Darcy is THE archetype of the aloof guy who gets off on the wrong foot with the female lead but I still cream myself every fucking time for that fucker. Not the case in this movie.
I give this movie 1 star. Avoid at all costs, folks.
J
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