Those Things We Learned And Grown To Hate

[Picture Frames – Georgia Fair]

Last day of Winter today, so last day of me doing this song thing. Wait til Summer for it to come back!

I hate that it’s the last day of Winter…I loved this Winter. Jac’s birthday, my birthday, Josh’s birthday…good shit.

And also I hate that the weather will get warmer. It was warm yesterday already. I think I will start my complaints.

Got home late tonight and now I am worried about my CMEL assignment. I will work hard to finish it Wednesday night and Thursday, then hand it in Friday. Hopefully. Then I can REST!

I’ve been writing more when I should be working. I finished Chapter 7, and I will have to title it and do some proofing. This chapter was hard. I actually rewrote most of it.

Maybe I’ll try to enjoy Summer this year? I don’t know exactly who I’ll spend it with because Jac will be overseas all Summer but I guess I’ll try to enjoy it. Maybe get a tan. HAHA NO! I think I’ll rent a shitload of TV series and watch it at home with the curtains drawn and the aircon on. THAT sounds good shit.

Bye Winter. I thank you for 3 months of good memories.


Please Don’t Look At Me With Those Eyes

[First Date – Blink 182]

So today on Tumblr, the Daily linked to this discussion: If you’re about to enter into a Groundhog Day loop, what would you do to prepare?

Instead of writing a lot (I did write some, but not a lot) I started thinking about it.

Granted you read around half a page of the discussion, then you’d know what I’m about to suggest is largely based from what I read – hey, they had good ideas! But, in a nutshell, this is what I’d do.

Firstly, I am going to go with the same assumption as the movie does, and say that the reset time is at 6 am. And, for the purposes of making this discussion actually interesting, I’m going to give myself a decent amount of money, and at least 2 days’ of notice because…well you’ll see why. So, let’s say that the day I will relive for the next 3652 days (roughly 10 years) is from a Friday 6am to Saturday 6am. It just so happens that Christmas Eve this year is on a Friday. I do believe I will project my repeating day for the Christmas Eve Friday (you may wonder why I don’t make it next Friday. Well, see, that’s because it will be summer in New York and I hate summer).

Alright, so on Wednesday I’ll fly from here (Melbourne) to New York. The flight takes roughly 21 hours and 30 minutes, so I’ll say 22 for the sake of delays. If I take off at a cushiony 10 am here in Melbourne, I’ll arrive at New York 4pm on Wednesday (I’ve just taken a few minutes to factor in our respective Daylight Savings). I’ll force myself to get as used to the local time as possible (not to complicate my life, I will say that the 6am-6am works via New York’s time), and so on Thursday I will go to bed at a nice 9:30-10pm. This way, when I wake up at 6am on Friday, I will be thoroughly refreshed – ensuring that I will be thoroughly refreshed for each time that I wake up for the next 10 years.

But, wait, there’s more!

Upon arriving at New York on Wednesday afternoon, I will sort out my affairs. I will rent out a relatively cheap motel room for a night, but at the same time make bookings at the best hotel in New York for their best suite. The booking time? Thursday 6pm – Saturday 10am. I will therefore get that room for the duration of the loop, without having to waste time on check-in and check-out. Also, I’ll hire a personal chauffeur for the day.

I’ll make dinner reservations at all the good restaurants in New York, and depending on which one I feel like, I go to whichever one for Friday. I’ll load my phone with plenty of credit, have my credit cards ready to use (again, I assume I have credit cards), charge up my iPod with all the best songs (unfortunately I’ll probably get sick of these songs, but that’s okay because I’ll have my laptop ready to download new music each morning if I have to), and make sure my wallet and bag is all well packed.

Next, I will find a way to have a drum-set, electric guitar and, if possible, a piano delivered to my room. I will probably get sick of trawling the city after a while, so I must set myself some hobbies and goals I can do despite being reset. Like Murray, I can learn instruments – get the number of a teacher and see if they can’t come teach me on Christmas Eve each time when I call up. Who knows, I might even try to learn to swim!

And this was a point that was fantastically suggested on the site: Find a book series with over 3652 pages (the Harry Potter series should do nicely) and mark the page that would the 3652nd. Make yourself read a page and one page only every morning without fail. You will retain the memory of what you read the previous day. Once you’ve gotten to the 3652nd page, you will know that you will wake up tomorrow and Saturday will go on.

With all these things sorted, of course there will be downsides.

First of all, that’s 10 years of waking up completely alone. And even if you go to bed with someone, you’ll wake up completely alone. I know that I WILL get sick of doing it. I’ll get sick of the songs on my iPod, the songs on the radio, the sound of my alarm, the hotel staff, the food for breakfast, the weather, the restaurants, the fact that I have to read Harry Potter a page at a time…and most likely I will come to detest Christmas. Even if I travel elsewhere (another reason for choosing New York is that it takes around 8 hours to fly to London, and just a bit more for other parts of Europe. If anything I can get up at 6, go to the airport and go somewhere else) I’ll get sick of the routine.

I will run out of movies to see at the theater, I will get sick of making new friends each day, I will be tired of drinking til I throw up but still be fine the next day…it WOULD be nice if I had a partner or someone to spend the days with for sure, but then I’d come to be sick of them too.

Maybe Christmas Eve was not the best choice. All that bustle would be wonderful for the first week but…it will be hell traffic later on.


Well, what do YOU think?


When I Made Your Body Shiver

[Brick By Brick – Train]


August 18th. 2 years. Although my blogging wasn’t as frequent in the past year as it was in the year prior, I think that the most change happened in this past 12 months. Apart from, obviously, graduation in an academic sense, I feel I’d also graduated in an emotional sense.

Though, as all graduates go, I do have days where I wish I was back there, 12 months ago.

Here’s to another 12 months of saying I will get a job, move out, and find my significant other – and failing to do so.

(I say this so negatively because if, somehow, in 12 months’ time I actually am working a decent job, living away from home and in a loving relationship, I would feel so so so much better.)


Your Lipstick His Collar, Don’t Bother, Angel

[Cute Without The E (Cut From The Team) – Taking Back Sunday]

I’m writing this at past 5 pm so I would have no idea who will win the Australian election, but I thought I’d write something now before I get submerged into the world of Pokemon.

First of all, I know that who I voted for will cause some eyebrow raises – in fact I refused to tell my parents who I voted for because I think if I did, they might freak. But it was my vote, am I right? If you voted for Liberals, I would sigh and ask you repeatedly ‘why’, but I wouldn’t hate you or anything for it. It’s like if my incredibly adorable and non-existent puppy peed on my foot. I would sigh and tap it on the nose and sound disappointed, but I won’t hate it.

Just as we ducked out of our car, my parents and I, and walked towards the primary school where the voting was taking place in my neighborhood, it started pouring like mad. I thought it was ironically (if not self-centeredly) appropriate, because I was heading towards my first political action, and boom the heavens decide to weep.

I was originally going to go in with a 1 for Labour and 4 for Family First (again, I’m not against families, but I don’t like their policies even more). But then when I got my name ticked off, and stood at the ballot booth (which was less of a booth and more of a table with blinders), I looked at the green slip of paper.

I live in the electorate of Bruce (I think it’s pretty safe to say which electorate I live in publicly) so I can’t be sure what the other electorates’ green slips looked like, but on mine, from top to bottom, the House of Reps candidates went as: Liberals, Greens, Family First, Labour.

Right next to my green slip of paper was this brochure that “taught” us how to vote for Liberals in Bruce. It showed a Donkey vote, or 1, 2, 3, 4 in that order going down the paper. So Liberals would be first, Labour last. For some reason, that infuriated me. I wanted to use my pencil and punch through the face of the candidate on that brochure. Then I heard my parents 2 booths down talking to each other about what numbers to put down. Mom was asking where Labour was, and saying “screw the rest” (or to that effect). Then, remembering the Greens campaign ads and the ceiling cat, I made my decision. Putting a 1 next to Greens, I went down the list.

Empowered by my radical decision to vote for a small party instead of the usual Labour/Liberal, I looked at my much larger white piece of paper (for the Senate, the upper house). Well at this point my parents were already done, and I just wanted to go home (I had an essay to write). So looking over the top row, the first word that caught my eye was “Sex”. Yes, the Australian Sex Party managed to get my attention using the oldest trick in the book. I smiled to myself, but then went on to look for either Greens or Labour.

Then my Yr 12 Legal Studies class came back to me; Senate voting is different. It’s not really who gets the majority seat in each electorate, but as long as they get a certain amount of votes, a party will have a seat in the Senate (or something along those lines. Look I got low 30s for my Legal Studies, I don’t remember exactly). And I thought; as little as my one vote in my rather conservative electorate may count, I might as well do my part. I hate homophobia, because I don’t even see a good reason why it occurs apart from the fact that a really old book said so. I also agree with quite a few of the Australian Sex Party’s views. Even if they may never get the chance to exercise any Bills, I want them in the Senate to oversee the Bills that do go through. So, being the lazy radical that I have turned out to be, I put a lonesome 1 next to their still-funny name, folded my paper, and walked to the ballot box.

So tonight I will be watching the movies on GO! and playing Pokemon instead of watching the results. I’m not hopeful enough to think that Greens or the ASP would get anywhere enough power, so I might as well enjoy myself. Besides, Twitter will keep me updated on what is happening.

Nearly 800 words to describe what was a 60-second story. Ironically, the essay (that I did manage to finish, if not shonkily) is also 800 words. Funny how much faster I can do it here.


You And Me, And A Bottle Of Wine

[Save Tonight – Eagle Eye Cherry]

Actually wrote another uni post. Wow. Been a bit droughty lately.

I haven’t written in ages which isn’t a good thing but I wasn’t sure what to write for last week. Neither, for this week, but I suppose I can just see what flows?

First of all, I have to say that despite not quite getting the whole semiotic deal (might have to go back to – ahem start – the reading for this week), I really like analysing the ads. I mean, we see hundred of ads everyday, from posters to tiny small ones (like just the brand name). But we do ever really think about why that caught our eye, or made us want to get it?

In the tute today, my group was analysing the random Berkowitz sofa ad I found. I mean, on the surface it’s this woman sitting on this nice recliner with a remote control looking off side, but as we went deeper into it, we realized that just the simple fact that’s it’s a middle aged woman with a wedding ring appeals immediately to a certain middle aged married female demography.

So I thought about all the other ads that we see. The ones that means nothing to me weren’t designed to appeal to me. They featured older looking people, of a different gender maybe, doing things that I don’t have an interest in doing like sailing or playing with their kids. I don’t look at twice at those, but perhaps someone wanting to have a happy family, or interested in sailing (or looking like they’re the kind to go sailing) would look at the ad.

What attracts me would be a new game, or a new phone, items of entertainment (not a fan of fashion) which promises not only entertainment but that image of me being awesome with that new game/phone. So the ads are usually of people looking awesome with that phone, or screenshots of the game that teases out my wishes for immersion in a fictionl world. That wouldn’t really appeal older people unless they want to look young and hip, or they always liked games. For example, my mom and dad don’t care about what kind of phone they use as long as they are useable (or, in mom’s case, it takes only a few buttons to call me). Games mean nothing to them other than sounds, noises, and are associated with children stuff.

The next time you find yourself looking twice at an ad, I say wonder: “wait, why did I look at this twice?” I know it sounds nerdy but it never ceases to astound me how the simple matter of a good choice in font can make a difference between a kickass ad and a forgotten picture.



He Doesn’t Want To Read The Message

[From Yesterday – 30 Seconds To Mars]

Today I was at the Biomed library with Mandy and co (they so affectionately refer to it as The Brothel). Annie and I were taking advantage of a rather noisy conversation next to us to discuss with Mandy a matter that was rather private. But we drew attention to ourselves and Belle (newly made friend) asked us what was “unbelievable” as Mandy kept repeating.

I didn’t want to say anything, and, seeing an opportunity to make reference to a fantastic sitcom, I replied, “we were just saying how Mandy has a third nipple.”

(In case you missed it too, this reference was to FRIENDS, and how Chandler has a third nipple.)

Well, suffice to say, the secret conversation we were trying to have didn’t get leaked, but instead the nipple kept popping up.

(I saw what I did there.)

I was disappointed that not a single person noticed the FRIENDS reference, though.