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I'm such a pushover too. I just can't seem to say 'no' to my friends when they ask me for favours. (And get your mind out of the gutter because I didn't mean those kind of favours).
Bee just roped me into playing a game of indoor netball tomorrow night. I've played indoor only once before and all through that game I kept getting pulled up for contact. It's not my fault that I get a little too, errr...violent competitive when I play sport. However I was completely innocent last time...contact my ass, hmph.
This is one of the most beautiful things I've read in a long time.
Awwww, I'm such a sap.
I really, really want to go to the Live concertttttttt. But alas my friends suck and don't want to go. GRRRRR.
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day...
Pat Monahan from Train is so my boyfriend.
*wipes drool*
They just performed on Rove, and it allowed me to have a good old perv, hee.
There is just soemthing about guys who can sing or play a musical instrument that hikes them up the sexy-scale in my opinion.
Even though I have their CD and basically know the words to all their songs by heart, I still love hearing them play Drops of Jupiter. The song is just so...pretty, for lack of a better word. It's About You is my favourite song from the CD though...
And when I get this feeling
It’s hard for me to come back down
And I could be
That everything you need
And I know this could be
That free fall back to me...
Argh, over 12 hours later and I'm still in denial that the Socceroo's lost in Montevideo this morning.
Damn it.
Lately: "It's all very annoying, and somehow I don't think people will believe I'm legal until I'm about 25......"
(Read complete journal entry)
Went out to dinner with my parents and aunt and uncle, and now I feel like a complete bush pig because I ate so much.
I've come to the conclusion that hipster jeans are the best pair of pants to wear if you're eating out. After stuffing yourself with a heap of food, you don't have to worry about undoing the top button of your pants or loosening that belt a notch. With hipsters you can just let it all hang out. It may not be the most attractive thing, flashing your gut to the world, but at least you'll feel comfortable. Heh.
The diet definitely starts tomorrow.
Can eyes get sunburnt? I was sitting out in the sun all afternoon reading and now my eyes are all itchy.
Ow.
Hmm...wtf is an egg roll? I've wondered this for a while and it's starting to bug me. I know that it's some type of Chinese food. Are they like the spring rolls we can get from Chinese restaurants? Or are they something completely different?
Friday's presentation went well, although the nerves got worse when we entered their boardroom and saw them all sitting down waiting. I thought it would be pretty informal, but they were all there taking down notes and continuously throwing questions at us. At least Evita, Bec and I work really well off each other, and so we could help each other out if we noticed someone was struggling with their answers.
They said they wanted us to be completely honest with them, and that they'd prefer us to tell them negative comments and finidings rather than hearing the positive, which was a good thing because almost everything all of us had to say trashed the magazine. The editor of the magazine seemed to be getting a bit defensive towards the end, I hope she found it useful though.
Shiznit.
We are presenting our market analysis posters at Pacific Publications this afternoon, and I'm already about to pee my pants because I'm so nervous.
Ack.
I don't know why I'm as nervous as I am, public speaking and such has never phased me before.
The top three assignments are presenting and they've also asked for a copy of both our interim and final reports, as well as our poster- none of us want to hand over our assignments for free though. That's a lot of intellectual capital there! Hee. Seriously though, they usually hire companies to do what we all did for free, so the request is not all that unreasonable.Although, I'd prefer to get a job or work experience at the company instead, that would suit me fine.
This time round we're presenting to the marketing coordinators of Pac Pubs, and the editor and editorial staff of B magazine. How intimidating.
At least it's Will's 21st party tonight, it should help calm us all down. His invitations are really funky, he made this one big collage of photo's from when he was younger to now, and then made it into a jigsaw puzzle, with each individual piece a person's invite. We have to bring our invites tonight so in our drunken states, can attempt to put the puzzle back together.
I. Don't. Want. To. Presentttttttttttt.....
Exams are over.
The Socceroo's won.
WOOO HOOO!!
It was a bitter sweet moment yesterday after our tourism policy and planning exam finished, the 4th years do that subject with us and for them it was their last university exam. Ever. It's kind of sad that we won't be seeing them again, but we were so excited with the prospect that in twelve months time that would be us.
Billsy was the last person to enter the exam room, I think he purposely planned it because he came in wearing a black coat, but as he walked to his seat (with us all watching) he dramatically decided to throw the coat off to reveal him wearing a short, tight, neon pink dress made out of shiny lycra/spandex with silver polka dots. Then he sat down as if nothing was wrong. All of us just cracked up laughing, the looks on the exam supervisors faces was priceless.
Yet in true Exam Nazi fashion, the supervisor said "If you all don't quiet down, I'll declare this exam null and void". You'd think we'd all shut and up obey, but no. We just got louder.
The exam was ok though, I was pretty impressed with my effort of writing 26 pages in three hours, I just hope that whoever marks it will be able to read the last couple of pages since my writing progressively turned to scrawl. I'm not completely free of uni yet, I'm doing a Gen Ed subject next week because I can't be bothered to do it in the semester next year- why drag the subject out over 14 weeks, when I can do it in 1? Although, it's going to be a pain in the ass because classes are from 9am-5pm, which doesn't seem like much to some people, but ordinarily I have only have 11 hours at uni a week. I don't know anyone doing the subject either, so I'm going to have to nigel it. Oh well, you get that.
Anything can happen, yeah, but nothing ever does...
Nothing makes exams more interesting that the rules and geriatric Nazi's who enforce them. I mean, think about it. You can bring in a coat with a million pockets to the exam, but guys wearing hat or beanie is out of the question. Even worse, I once was at an open book exam and we weren't allowed to bring in a pencil case.
What? Were we going to be sneaking in notes to our OPEN BOOK exam??!?
It's ridiculous, and what's even more ridiculous is how those supervisors act as your exam gods for the length of the tests. You are not allowed to do anything without them knowing. They'd read my mind if they could. I was told off by one of them today for blowing my nose with a tissue that wasn’t from their box. Now come on, I’m seriously not going to wait for them to bring me a tissue while snot drops onto my exam paper. Eww.
Can’t wait until 5pm tomorrow when my last exam finishes. Twenty-six hours and counting. After that we’re heading down to Fox Studios to have dinner and then to the Sports bar there to watch Australia play Uruguay in it’s World Cup qualifier.
Go the Aussies, woo!
Hopefully this time round the Socceroos will finally win- they always manage to loose when they play at home, with most of their failed World Cup qualifying attempts being attributed to that very stupid ‘away goal’ rule. Grrr, I still remember when they drew Iran in 1997, but they failed to qualify because of that gay rule. Hell, even a nil-all draw would be good enough…
Anyway, perving on Harry Kewell on a big screen…mmm-mmmm, can’t get much better than that, hee.
Degenerating to a whole new level of laziness...
When is Larissa's exam?
Monday, 8:45am...
How much is the exam worth?
50% of final grade...
How much does Larissa know?
JACK ALL...
*sighs*
Damn it, I really wish we hadn't topped our assignment and that I was on a pass instead of a high distinction going into this exam. Instead of thinking 'Fuck, I really should study now cause my exam is on Monday and I'm not prepared', the thought going through my head at the moment is 'Eh, it's all good. You rock at analysis, you came first in that assignment no?'
My mind is very deluded, because I am screwed. I don't rock. It's not all good. And I still have 600 pages, give or take, of a textbook to read.
*bangs head against desk*
The Friday Five...
1. Five things on my bedroom floor:
My uni backpack, diary, a pair of old socks, SPSS output for the Wendy's data set for market analysis, the remote control to my tv.
2. Five things on my desk:
A glue stick, calculator, market analysis lecture notes, a copy of Cosmo, the case for my glasses.
3. Five things around my computer:
Lecture notes for tourism policy and planning, lip balm, can of diet coke, a highlighter, photocopied and illegal copy of my tourism text book, hee.
4. Five things in the refrigerator:
Carton of skim milk, yoghurt, a snickers bar, a jar of salsa, grated cheese....mmm, man I'm craving nachos.
5. Five things I plan on spending my weekend doing:
i. Studying for my market analysis final on Monday- I am going insane with all the statistical info in my head, ANOVA, Chi-squared, regression, bi-variate correlation and all that other shiznit are evil.
ii. Studying for my tourism policy and planning final on Tuesday- which will probably not be very productive since I hate, HATE that subject with a passion.
iii. Working tomorrow and Sunday morning- hopefully they will not be feral shifts, with annoying ass customers.
iv.Going car shopping with my Dad- WOOHOO!! I am finally getting a freaking car!! Rejoice, Rejoice!
v. Probably nothing else since I have no life until finals are over with.
Hmm....Rissy Cam goes live: [ remote window ] [ normal window ]
Online sporadically.
Not much to see though since nothing saucy happens in front of my computer.
If the picture doesn't update after 'x' seconds, the cam is offline...
I Should be studying for my finals, but as per usual I cannot sit and concentrate. I even have all my notes and stuff ready and waiting, but looking at my desk just makes me cringe. I feel like just running around sreaming or jumping up and down on my bed...
I really need someone to motivate me or at least threaten to inflict grevious bodily harm upon me if I don't get my ass to study.
*sighs*
I'll deal with it tomorrow...
Four things you would eat on the last day of your life:
Chocolate mudcake, ice cream, a snickers chocolate bar and some caramel cheesecake...nutritious no?
Four cds from your collection that you will never get tired of:
Whatever and Ever Amen- Ben Fold's Five
Throwing Copper- Live
Parachutes- Coldplay
Drops of Jupiter- Train Four celebrities you would have sex with:
errr....let me get back to you, heh
Four other countries you've been to:
France, Switzerland, Italy, Austria...and I *so* want to go back
Four things you'd like to learn:
To play the violin, to speak French, to kickbox and to do backflips, hee!
Four beverages you drink frequently:
Diet Coke, apple juice, white chocolate mocha's and watermelon smooties...I drink an insane amount of Diet Coke, but it's just so addicting
Four TV shows that were on when you were a kid:
Monkey Magic (dudes, he ROCKED!), Astroboy, The Sooty Show, Punky Brewster...ahhh, I loved those shows.
Four places to go in your city:
Pitt Street Mall, Cockle Bay, The Rocks, Fox Studios...The Rocks have some awesome (but overpriced, like wayyyy overpriced) restaurants...
Four things to do when you're bored:
Eat, go jogging, surf the web, watch something from my DVD collection...patiently waiting for Moulin Rogue to come out on DVD, only a couple more weeks to go, woohoo!
Four things that never fail to cheer you up:
Hanging out with my friends, chatting to my online friends, eating chocolate, dancing...
Caught up in this nostalgia thing...
Trying to squeeze the most out of every single moment...
but sometimes it feels like you try to find meaning where there is none...
What if Blake and Shakespeare and Marlowe and Donne...
What if all of these guys didn't mean what people think they did?
What if all that imagery and all that stuff that people
rhapsodise and praise and concentrate on wasn’t their intention at all?
People find meaning when they want to find it...
and sometimes you wonder what is real... Looking back through the three years of my venting online I’ve noticed just how much I’ve changed. How I’ve moved from one place to the next, met one person then another, and lived from one moment to the next.
I didn’t write for anyone. It was all for me to get all this stuff of my chest, to express all my innermost thoughts and all that emotional hoopla. I needed an outlet to help me keep up with myself as I moved through life. I think there are some moments or memories you try to relive in your mind. People. Conversations. Events. But there always comes a time, I think, in everyone's life where memories become so vivid that it almost becomes a moment on its own.
Three years later, I’m glad I still have this up and running. Even though what I write about may not have the same angst or be as meaningful as it was, it’s still going to be a memory that makes me, me.
I remember the past, savour the present, and wait - patient and hopeful - for tomorrow.
More pictures from the Ball...
 The fourth year's gathering in for a group picture. They were such a kick ass group of people to get to know this year- I don't think our classes would have been as fun as they were without them.
 June, Pip and Richard (one of our lecturers). I don't know who Richard was supposed to be, but he looked pretty spiffy in his leather white suit, hee. Love the sunnies dude.
 Like I said before, our group was too big to sit on the same table, so I decided crash the other table and get a picture with them.
Standing (left to right): Me, Will, YL, Michael and Mick.
Sitting: Err, Yulius' girlfriend (still don't know her name), Yulius, Michael, June, Jen, Enza, Joe
 I don't remember posing for this picture, but it must have been on the dance floor...Will got cut off, but it's his mouth in the top left hand corner. Back: YL & Mick. Front: Me, Kat and Evita.
Oh man, I think I overdosed on those chocolate bars.
I've eaten four of them today, I wouldn't be suprised if I busted out in pimples tomorrow though. Eh, but I couldn't help it, they are just totally orgasmic...mmm....snickers cruncher...
*drools*
Now I'm on a sugar high.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
Blah. The comments feature has gone all demented again...oh well.
I'm at uni today even though it's StuVac (study vacation) Week. I figured that I'd get more done here than I would at home...less distractions and such...well, it sounded good in theory, but my attention span is basically non-existent and intsead of studying in the library, I spent most of the time with my head on the desk nearly drifting off to sleep.
After my poor attempts at studying I figured I might as well go down to the computer labs to do some work on an assignment I have due on Monday...again it sounded good in theory, but I don't really give a shit about what the Harvard Business Review has to say about organisational change and crapola like that. I keep thinking that I have tons of time in which to study for finals and work on my assignment (even though I really don't), and without that last minute mad rush pushing me along, I can't get myself motivated...So here I am now, doing nothing really productive.
la la la....
Feeling slightly energetic tonight I decided to go for a jog, it didn't really occur to me thought that it would rain.
About 35 minutes later as I was starting to head back home it decided to start raining. Not the pleasant rain that you don't mind walking through, but it was pissing down rain with thunder raging in the background. I started to run back, but since I had been running flat out for over half an hour already I just gave up, and was like 'screw it, if I'm going to get wet I might as well get soaked'.
My mum wasn't impressed that I came home absolutely saturated though. I looked like I had fallen into a swimming pool with my clothes on. She thought I'd have more common sense than to prance around like an idiot in the rain...oh well. You do get a soothing sense of calm walking through a thunder storm, everyone should try it sometime. Heh.
"...Anything less than a mad, passionate love is a waste of my time..."
Ah, now that's a quote I can live by.
Melbourne Cup day today, where the nation stops to watch a couple of horses run around a track...personally I don't seen the attraction of it, but I guess the Melbourne Cup has transcended from being a horserace to a national ritual. People deck themselves in swanky outfits and ridiculous hats, and use the Melbourne Cup as an excuse to take time off work, heh. Gotta love the priorities of some people.
We went to collect our market analysis assignment yesterday at uni, and our lecturer told us that the top three projects have been asked to present to the editorial staff of B magazine because they want to see if they can get any more helpful information from us. We were all pretty stoked when we found out, because an opportunity like that doesn't come around very often in regards to assignments. Now we've got to actually take time to prepare what we're going to say and what points we want to bring up. We need to be tactful because the general consesus between all three assignments is that the magazine sucks ass, to put it bluntly, and that it is completely off the mark in satisfying it's target market and gaining it's desired positioning....blah
The guy who is the head of my degree is a complete tool. Seriously, everytime any of us have any contact with him we all cringe because he is just so superificial and enjoys spewing out bullshit. My friends and I are all dreading having him take us for a subject next year.
He used to be an architect, but that was like 10 or so years ago, yet he still likes to remind us of that fact by wearing bow ties to uni everyday- because you know, all 'good' architects never wear ties. Whatever. Tool.
He keep a glass of red wine beside his desk and drinks it everytime he is in his office. You go in there to see him about assignments or something and his office wreaks of red wine. There have been numerous times where his computer and laptops have broken down because he has split his glass of wine all over it.
He brags about how special our degree is and tells us stories about jobs graduates have gotten all the time. I swear if I hear any of those stories again I will shove that bloody bow tie up where the sun don't shine.
He doesn't mark assignments based on what you've written, but on your presentation and the length of your reference list. If you shove a coloured title page and tons of pictures/graphs/tables in your assignment, as well as about 20 or so references in your bibliography you're guaranteed a high mark, even if your report is totally shit...which usually results in all of us not caring about his subjects at all, because we know how much of a joke he really is.
I. Hate. Him.
An example of his attempts to get us excited about our course:
Dear Larissa,
Could you please take a moment to email your RSVP for the UNSW T&HM Student Summit? Many thanks!
It's at the All Seasons Premier Menzies Hotel, 14 Carrington St, on Monday 26 November from 5.30-7.30pm. It's a showcase event for students in the UNSW T&HM program, and a great opportunity for you to schmooze with industry gurus and maybe land a job interview! The NSW Minister for Tourism will be there, and already over 50 school careers advisers are coming, because they are really interested in the program, and YOU!
DT What a wank. Last year's Summit was a total fizzer, there were no important people there whatsoever. Just our families and friends eating all the free food, hee.
Urgh. Every first Sunday night mass of the month it's the 'Youth Mass' at my church. I've got nothing against going to mass, but the youth mass really, really bugs me because they try too hard to make the mass modern and funky. I can only cringe when I hear them try to make the hymns sound like the latest pop song by Nikki Webster. I wonder if I can convince my parents for us to go to another church for mass tonight.
I've been to three 21st birthday parties this weekend, one on Thursday night, Friday night and last night. And it's excellent actually being able to not think about uni crap (well until finals) for once. Although I'm quite poor now since I've had to chip in money for presents and such. I think I have about $40 to last me until I get paid in a week's time. Crap.
But I wonder who decided that when you turn 21 you should have a huge birthday par-tay. 18 is the legal age here- you can drink, go to nightclubs and vote. When you turn 21 nothing else significant happens, you don't get anymore special privileges. Instead you get sappy and embarrassing speeches told about you, that usually make you and your guests get all teary eyed when they reminisce and laugh at how adorable/stupid/cute you were. I am kind of dreading at what stories my friends and family may drag up at mine, especially my cousins who were privy to a lot of my childhood experiences.
I am so hopeless though when it comes to listening to speeches at people's 21st's. I usually go 'awww', 'how sweet' or start getting all teary when I listen to the stories people tell about the birthday girl/guy. At Rebecca's 21st on Thursday, Evita and I were nearly crying when her dad was giving his speech- it was so beautiful listening to him talk about raising Rebecca on his own since her mother died when she was still young and how her mum would be proud of what their daughter had become. Awww. Seriously, cry me a river. I'm such a sap.
Holy fucking shit, my weekend just got even better after reading this message from my Market Analysis lecturer on WebCT:
Message no. 94:
Posted by Jennifer Harris
Fri Nov 02, 2001 18:05
The projects (all posters and associated reports) are now all marked and can be collected from 10.30am Monday 5 Nov from my office (John Godsell 305). The average mark is in the credit range. I will post more detailed statistics on the marks next week.
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3 projects tied for top mark (18/20, High Distinction), each for different
reasons. They were:
Evita, Larissa and Rebecca
Alex, Sia and Natasha
Lauren, Corinna and Lidija
However, only one can receive the top prize from Pacific Publications. The group received it for the quality and relevance of their poster. The group was (drum roll!!)...
Evita, Larissa and Rebecca
Congratulations!
Jennifer Woo hoo!!!
Man, I'm feeling mighty intelligent at the moment. Hee. *watches head inflate*
I haven't come first in any assignments or exams since high school, and believe me when I say I was totally floored when I read the message. To think, the three of us were expecting an average mark, but to come first out of the 60 groups doing the subject is a totally kick ass surprise. The prize we get is each a year's subscription to one of the magazines that Pacific Publications publishes, which is kinda cool because I'm such a magazine whore. Yay.
Actually all the marks for my final assignments are surprising me, I'm now on a distinction average for all my subjects, which is a far cry from my mediocre grades in the last couple of semesters. If anything these marks have made me motivated to study properly for finals...well, at least try and study properly instead of doing my usual cram session the night before ;)
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