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1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 6 Tequila, Woooooo
My friend Jane is leaving for Canada on Tuesday. I can’t believe she’ll be gone for 2 years *sobs*. To help ease the pain of her departure, my friends and I decided to ply ourselves with alcohol at her farewell last night.
Note to self: For future reference never do six consecutive shots of tequila after drinking a couple of cocktails. And never chase those shots with a couple of bottles of Peach Archers. It will only lead to some very drunken shenanigans and a really bad headache when you have to work at 8am the morning after.
 
 
  
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Music to my ears: 'The Game of Love' by Carlos Santana feat. Michelle Branch (Songs like this make me wish I knew how to play the guitar)
John Mayer
Sunday, 27 October
Metro
624 George Street
Sydney, Australia
Weeeeeeee! I'm so there!
Music to my ears: 'Half Crazy' (remix) by Musiq Soulchild
Just when I thought I couldn't adore this song anymore, the music video is just, awwww.
I'm joining Cecile in the johnmayeriwantyouNOW lovin'.
Someone writing a song for you and then singing it to you is tres' sexy. The whole notion of a guy singing to you is 'tres sexy. Even if it's just happy birthday or something like that, I think it's really sweet.
Music to my ears: 'Your Body is a Wonderland' by John Mayer (live with the Bobby Brown intro, heh)
Randomness...
* This weather is really not conducive for any work being done, so I’m thankful that mid-term break is finally here. Rock.
* Strategic Marketing is evil. EVIL. I’m fairly certain I failed the mid-session exam in spectacular style yesterday. I haven’t felt that retarded in an exam since 1st year QMA. There were six questions to chose from and you only had to answer four, so I assumed I could just skip over one topic and answer the other questions, but no. Three of the exams questions were based on that one bloody topic I didn't know <_insert multiple profanities here_>! I don’t know how I managed to churn out 2 pages (of absolute bullshit) for each response but here’s hoping I’ll get some marks for trying.
* You know what’s funnier than seeing one of your drunken friends fall into the mangroves? Seeing a couple of your other friends, equally wasted, try to wash the mud and crap off him in a trough. Hee.
* I went with my friend Yul on the weekend to the Powerhouse Museum to check out the Star Wars: Magic of Myth exhibition. They had to costumes and props from all five of the Star Wars movies on display, from the model of the interrogation probe and the robe Obi-Wan wore in 'A New Hope' to that white jump suit from 'Attack of the Clones'. But why do things always look so much cooler on TV or in the movies? Even though everything was in a glass casing and the lighting was pretty bad, Yul went a little snap happy with my digital camera in the exhibition, taking over 40 pictures. Obsessed much?!?
Afterwards we went decided waste some time in Darling Harbour. The kids playground is quite fun there if you feel like letting your inner child out to play. However I do advise you not to climb the purple and yellow spagetti like things because it will take you ten minutes to figure out how to get down without falling a couple metres down, flat on your ass.
Music to my ears: 'In My Life' by Dave Matthews (Beatles cover from the 'Come Together' Concert)
Ex-Factor
"I see that you still haven’t grown out of your kiddie playground phase"
It's been so long since I've heard his voice.
"Of course not"
There is something comforting about this chance encounter - the moment when I get to see him for the first time in what feels like an eternity. Even though those butterflies have long gone, he still has the ability to level me with his beautiful hazel eyes with the kind of scrutiny that makes my cheeks flush with colour.
His face was no longer something I only pictured in my head, it suddenly became something I could really see. The warmth of his hugs were no longer something committed to memory, but something I could revel in if I wanted to.
"It’s been a while huh?"
"You could say that"
We share an awkward silence before he walks over to the swing I’m perched upon, places his hands on my back and gently starts pushing me, just like he used to always do. All we need to do is cue our song in the background and this could be a scene in some cheesy teen movie, only we didn’t get the happily ever after.
For a moment I feel like I’m 16 again, blindly infatuated with this boy; brought back to a time when I wasn’t so cynical, and when life wasn’t full of complications.
Minutes turn into hours, 10am becomes 3pm and we’re still talking about, well, everything. I inwardly kick myself for letting him get to me so easily…but I can’t help it, he had part of my heart for so long.
"Do you think that men and women can be friends?"
"We’re friends."
"I know…but when we tried to be friends in the past…we ended up dating. Do you think it’s true. That men and women can never be friends?"
"Yeah."
"So you and I aren’t friends?"
"We are now. But…if we had just met…there’s no way we could be friends."
"Why?"
"Because Harry is right."
Music to my ears: 'Breathe in Now' by George
Instead of being outside and enjoying the lovely spring weather, I’m stuck in my room trying, rather unsuccessfully, to will my tired body to complete the long to-do list taped to my wall.
I. Need. Sleep.
Why doesn’t life come with a pause button?
My non-UNSW going friends are begining to get offended that I keep dogging their plans to stick my head in the books, but as my last semester I feel kind of obligated to work harder. Only 7 more weeks of this and it will all be over. Hurry up November 6th!
At least I have Jonah's CD to keep me company. I *heart* his music, completely sweet and honest. Hell, I *heart* boys with guitars! Would someone please kidnap him, him, him, him, or him for me?
I was going to post about how we got 2nd place for our dance routine at the Eisteddfod on the weekend, about how awesome it felt beating 22 other groups, and how I got all kinds of embarrassed when I ran into my year 12 math teacher after the performance (in my skanky costume no less) but that can wait since there's more important matters at hand, namely Sexy Men Getting Blown Up in Uniform...errr I mean, Band of Brothers.
The first two episodes just aired here and wow, what a powerful mini-series. I've always been a fan of war movies (taking 3 Unit Modern History in high school is responsible for this huge interest, yes I'm a history geek) and I'm glad that this show lived up to the hype. I'm hooked, although my dad was getting slightly annoyed by my little outbursts of recognition of the cast members. Oh it's the dude from The Press Gang! Bailey's friend from Party of Five! The jock who lost the coleslaw eating competition in Never Been Kissed! Donnie from New Kids on the Block!
Screw Smallville, it's all about Band of Brothers baby! At last, some quality Monday night viewing.
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