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Lately
If you're unhappy, you write. Or, that's what a creative writing lecturer told me and the rest of the class during a general education subject I was doing at uni when we began discussing Renoir paintings. Why we were discussing Impressionism after reading Henrik Ibsen's A Doll House and why that led to a conversation on the necessity of depression in a good writer is beyond me.
But he wasn’t too far off the mark. As I read through some of my journal archives I find myself bitching a lot about whatever is pissing me off and only a couple of entries seem to describe more happier moments. I find it much easier to write about the bad things rather than the good. When I'm happy, everything is static; there's nothing to write about because it's all the same as my mood shifts to a state of contentedness with my lot in life.
That's probably why I haven't written a decent entry in a while – things have been peachy keen in Rissland. That and the fact that this month has been insanely hectic. Time is one of the things I never seem to have enough of. It feels like I only get 12 hours a day while everyone else seems to be given 24. It’s only now that I can step back and take a breath.
Hmm
I like feeling in control, I like knowing that I have my actions and emotions in check. But there’s something about this particular situation that sends me into a spin, making me feel totally out of control. But for once this free falling and just going with the moment doesn’t feel so bad. Quite the opposite actually.
Another one bites the dust
In the span of two weeks, 4 of my school friends have gotten engaged. One, two, three, FOUR. Holy shit. Two guys, two girls. I think Kathryn came up with the best response to Corrine and Jesse’s engagements in emails that circulated in our group:
Who are the boys? And I say boys because we’re not old enough to be dating men
Heh.
Get mobile
It’s quite sad when forgetting to bring your mobile phone along with you feels like an existential crisis. What’s even more pathetic is when I borrowed a friend’s phone to call my mum I realised that I don’t know what her mobile number is. I couldn’t call my dad either cause again I didn’t know what it was. I used to be able to rattle off people’s numbers by heart before I got my mobile, now that I have the luxury of having all that vital information stored in a little chip I’ve become far too lazy. And that could potentially be a bad thing if caught in the wrong situation.
Video night
After getting scared crapless watching the Hollywood version of The Ring, I had hopes of getting freaked out by watching the original Ring and it’s sequels. We decided to rent out the original Japanese versions last night and maybe it was because I knew the storyline, or maybe because I had high expectations, or maybe it was because someone kept on distracting me, but scare factor = zero.
The End
Being the spoiler whore that I am, I managed to see the final episodes ever of Buffy and Dawson’s Creek that screened in America last week but won’t hit our screens in a while. And while I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone, all I can say is HELL YEAH for the Dawson’s Creek finale. Thank you TPTB for finally putting an end to the most annoying love triangle of all time. As for the Buffy finale, I can’t believe that’s the end. I feel jipped.
I also got to see the season finale of The West Wing. Wow, an intense storyline and stellar acting by the entire cast made for a fantabulous episode. Take a bow Aaron Sorkin and Tommy Schlamme, a perfect swansong after 4 years of television goodness. Hopefully the show will stay as fab next year when the new season starts.
Spin it
I’ve been listening to things other than guys with guitars lately, and as embarrassing as this is going to be to admit (but I’m going to post about it anyway since I’ve shared many a more embarrassing admission before) but I actually like Justified by Justin Timberlake. Yes, laugh at me all you want but admit it, you feel like bopping along to 'Rock Your Body' too. Hee. And, man, people are going to be paying me out until the end of time for this, but I’m really, really liking Christina Aguilera’s CD Stipped. Music I said I’d never touch with a 10 foot stick has been on repeat for days. Shoot me now.
Other current music recommendations: Michael Franti – one of my work mates is a huge fan and plays Michael’s CD nearly everyday. I wasn’t much of a fan before, but now I have jumped on the bandwagon. I find his music uber sexy. Amiee Mann – Her soulful lyrics and hauntingly beautiful voice make you insanely jealous of her talent, and make you realise how soothing good music can be.
Anything…
I forgot to get something out of my car
Aww. I still can’t get over it. So sweet. :)
Ear Candy: 'Stay Human' -- Michael Franti
Goodbye UNSW
 For years my uni friends and I would get jealous of all the graduates walking around campus in their robes and caps, we used to sit on the Quad lawn and sulk about how lucky they were to escape and laugh at their snap-happiness as they took picture after picture. We also used to count down til we’d get to do it. Three more years to go. Two more. One more. Holy crap, it’s our turn now!
Even though the weather decided to be a bitch and rain, actually check that, fricking piss down with rain that could possibly flood a small country, it didn’t deter us from getting all kinds of excited for our ceremony. Sure, we technically finished last year but this was the official ending, complete with costumes…err, I mean robes and caps. It took enormous effort to not crack up laughing at the medieval like floppy caps the faculty was wearing when they walked in, yeah it’s traditional but is it still necessary? The dude carrying the lance near tipped us all over the edge, as I looked down the row everyone seemed mighty preoccupied stifling their giggles.
 Who would’ve thought that those 5 seconds up on stage with the Chancellor and that measly piece of paper would bring us all so much joy? But after 4 years of putting up with all the woo-ha that a double degree at university throws at you, you really do feel a sense of achievement when you receive your certificate. We all couldn’t get the stupid grins off our faces and we’d burst out into random squeals of excitement much to the amusement of our families. Hee.
 My degree only takes 45 people per year, so we were a tight knit group and all those people who do my degree (in all years) are collectively known as “The Hospo’s” around campus- a name not always synonymous with hard work and seriousness. I guess you get that with a degree that includes students doing a bar course and drinking cocktails at 9am in the mornings, heh. Some lecturers loved us because we actively participated in class and did some pretty creative and out there presentations, other lecturers hated us because we were too loud. Some of the normal commerce students were intimidated by us, whilst others felt that we were inferior to them because our other degree wasn’t ‘proper’. It was quite fun kicking their asses in assignments and exams.
We started off with 45, but only 33 of us stuck with it to the end. We tried to get a big group picture taken after the ceremony but we could only round up half of the troops. But those of us who did manage to get together were faced with a wall of cameras and flashes as we posed for pictures. We even did the cap throwing in the air thing in the middle of the auditorium but those caps are dangerous, especially the pointy corners. What seemed like a fun thing to do wasn’t so much fun when all the caps started to come back down and hit us in the head, nearly taking out people’s eyes, heh. Why do things always look so much cooler on TV?
Bachelor of Commerce. Marketing, Tourism and Hospitality Management. With Merit.
The 'with merit' part makes it sound spiffy.
 
Ear Candy: 'After an Afternoon' -- Jason Mraz (Inside scoop y'all- Jason is coming back to Australia in July!! Hell yeah!! He's playing at The Prince of Wales in Melbourne on July 3rd and The Metro in Sydney on July 6th. It's going to be announced next week, with tickets going on sale on May 23rd. I'm so there!! Eeeeee!!)
My graduation ceremony is tomorrow.
Woohoo!
Ear Candy: 'Come Back to Bed' -- John Mayer
(This song is his new song and it's uber sexy. Pwhoar.)
R.I.P.
Yesterday to funkify our office we bought two little fish and set up a vase like a mini aquarium.
They were peachy keen a couple of hours ago but we just noticed one of them died. Man, it didn't even last 24 hours. We hadn't picked out a name for it yet either.
Poor fishy, may it rest in peace.
The Libra tampon commercials crack me up, especially the one where the chick’s boyfriend gives the tampon to their kitten going ‘mousey mousey’ and it pans to the kitten playing in a pile of tampons. Hee.
Not all guys can be that clueless but I wonder why the majority of them feel so uncomfortable around the issue of periods and all the things associated with it. It’s not like they’re the ones who have to put up with feeling nauseous and sore once a month, every month, for years. Sure they have to put up with the mood swings and the whinging about said pain and soreness but hey, I have a right to complain as I have to put up with this shit for approximately 350 times in my life.
Having a monthly biological excuse for acting like a bitch rocks.
Ear Candy: 'Say Hello, Wave Goodbye' -- David Gray
(I'm seeing him in concert this Friday. Woohoo!)
Drinking, dancing and debauchery
Last night was Beth’s Hen’s Night and it was all kinds of fun. Beth looked quite spiffy in her fluorescent pink veil with pictures of naked men stuck to it. The dress code for the rest of us was all black with a coloured feather boa and a name tag in the shape of a penis. Beth’s mum and mother-in-law happily joined us, decked out in feather boas and proudly displaying their name tags on their chests.
We started the afternoon off with disco bowling at Manhattan Bowls. Ten-pin bowling is fun, but it’s even more entertaining after consuming a number of alcoholic beverages on the way to the bowling alley. After the two games we all came to the conclusion that your playing does improve when you’re slightly intoxicated.
 From there the 20 of us packed ourselves into taxis and headed to La Campana Spanish Restaurant in the city, where five other bride-to-be’s were there on their Hen’s Night too. The table next to us were pretty loud, doing some very disturbing things with a blow up doll and vibrator.
The food wasn’t that spectacular considering the $45 per head price, but after downing a couple of jugs of Sangria and champagne (a very nasty mix if you ask me), we didn’t really care about the food anymore and started playing games of our own. Pass the parcel with prizes including straws shaped like penises, flavoured condoms, paint on body chocolate and other sex shop paraphernalia. Beth’s mum seemed pleased that she scored some handcuffs. Afterwards we played pin-the-penis on Ben, with some women from the other tables playing along too. Cath did a good job of superimposing a year 10 picture of Ben onto some beefcake naked man’s body, although I think Ben’s sister was a little grossed out by it and refused to play.
When they got all the brides up on stage and asked them to sit down we all knew that it was stripper time. Mr. Manpower came out dressed as some Mexican dude in a poncho and big hat and started doing his thing. He wasn’t good looking at all, his hair was the typical long and greasy stripper hair that looked like it had overdosed on hair care products, but he did have a pretty good body and he could dance so it wasn’t that bad, heh. He took the camera of some lady who was standing right near the stage and took a picture down his g-string. The poor camera must have felt very violated. When he started dancing and pelvic thrusting in front of Beth she took the opportunity to grab his butt cheeks and threatened to pull his g-string down. He scooted away from her and moved onto the next bride in a hurry, I guess he didn’t want to expose himself completely but his skimpy, glow-in-the-dark g-string wasn’t leaving much to the imagination anyway.
We stayed for a while after the stripper cleared off stage but Beth wanted to get her groove on at Retro down at the Bristol Arms Hotel. Now the interesting part of the night begins as we notice the attention we get from wearing feather boas...
 If you want to pick up all you need is a feather boa. Seriously, the number of random guys who talked and danced with us last night was like whoa, leading us to believe that guys have secret feather fetishes. We couldn’t ignore them as you’d usually do to unwanted advances because they’d just start grabbing them to get our attention, with the sleaziness factor becoming more apparent as they started to wrap them around us. That’s the only bad thing about going out with just a group of girls, you don’t have your guy friends to rescue you when some sleaze is trying to make a move. Guys were even trying to pick up Beth and it was quite clear that she was taken. Idiots.
We kept on dancing til about 3am, then we wandered around the city aimlessly for another 30 mins drawing more attention to ourselves as we took turns piggybacking each other because our feet were hurting. All in all, a pretty fun night. Ben had his Buck's night last night, and it turns out we stayed out longer than they did- they were all home by 2am. What a poor effort, outdone by a bunch of girls.
Ear Candy: 'Calling All Angels' -- Train
(Train is another one of my favourite bands, this is their fab new single from their new album coming out on June 2nd)
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