Hey there!
Have any of you readers ever tried to fit three people into a standard single bed? If you haven't... DON'T EVER DO IT! Unless you're okay with the idea of being completely squished up against other people; or potentially falling off the bed...
Yes... I, and two buddies of mine, made the stupid decision to crash on my bed on Wednesday night. I can't remember if I've given my new girl friend a nickname; but I am now dubbing her as [Bestiality] because she has admitted that she finds some stallions more attractive than human men. And, my imagination is running low and on the slightly dirty side... You have been warned ;)
The other person in the bed with us was [Chappy]. Thank goodness we are all relatively thin people! [Chappy], being almost twice the height of us, struggled with the idea of having half his legs off the end of my bed (entertainingly); [Bestiality] has been revealed as a snuggler when she sleeps; and I had the joy of half hanging off the bed the entire night!
Pretty sure that if it weren't for [Chappy] supporting me with an arm, I would've fallen off the bed... I realised today that it could have made things so much easier if I just opted to sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag... Oh well! This is what we get for the other two being too lazy to go back to their own beds :P
So... Last Sunday, at my Uni, there was a workshop to improve singing technique. It was initially $180, but I only had to pay $50 for it; so I was definitely all for it! The woman who ran it is absolutely amazing. She taught us so many things and was so down-to-earth and... WOW! Her voice is amazing. Which is insane, considering how terrible she sounds when she doesn't 'prepare' her body for it. It was weird... When she had set herself up correctly (which she subconsciously does all the time); she sounded amazing, and could belt it out. But an accident a few years ago means her vocal chords are actually burnt... And, if she doesn't set herself up, she sounds gravelly... Her voice patches in and out, and can barely be heard. The difference is amazing. It made me realise how powerful my voice /could/ be; if I treat it right. But that's the thing... Treating it right. It's not that I don't want too! It's more the fact that it requires time, effort, and tons of muscle memory. Things I'm not very good at...
Annoyingly, I had a bit of a breakdown in Sunday's session though... Being Aspergian isn't exactly a walk in the park most days; but I manage to get through! A nasty habit of mine is bottling up anything that upsets/angers me so I can continue on relatively 'normal', so to speak. Of course, this means that every now and again my bottle 'bursts'...
The bottle can burst a couple of different ways; depending on the event that caused it. Sometimes, I snap at someone out of anger; but quickly diffuse it to start crying and mentally scolding myself instead. And other times; I get really upset really quickly and start crying or scolding myself... In the end; I cry and mentally scold myself no matter what... It's not exactly pretty; and I don't pride myself on it.
The cause of it on Sunday? The vocal lady was going around asking everyone to do a certain exercise; and then she got to me. I was already suffering from a sore throat; but that wasn't troubling me so much... I couldn't do what she was asking of me straight away. I gave it a couple of goes; but (internally) I sounded pitiful and hopeless, and that's when it hit me.
My legs started trembling. I felt ridiculous. I felt as though I couldn't do anything. I all of a sudden didn't want to be there. And I most certainly was not about to sing!
I just managed to say "Can you please skip me this time?" before internally collapsing into a jumbling mess. Turns out; that when this happens to me, I turn a lovely shade of pale and look quite ill. I never knew this happened, but I guess it makes sense. Considering the mental stress I go through...
Another woman there with me; took me outside and then started peppering me with questions.
"You're Aspergian aren't you?"
"I could tell it was something emotional going on..."
"Are you mentally kicking yourself?"
"How do you normally take it out?"
"Do you want to hit it out?"
"Scream it out?"
"What do you want to do about it?!"
"Okay, well... I'll be inside if you need anything"
So, evidently she has an idea about Asperger's. My guess is she has it as well; because she had no fucking idea about how much she was in my face. We Aspergian's hate people in our face as it is; but when we're in a vulnerable state like that? It's the worst thing imaginable. When she asked if I wanted to hit it out (and she lifted her hands as punching bag substitutes) I literally wanted to punch her in the face. I almost did too! But I managed to control myself and remember that I'm not that kind of person normally...
When she went inside, I didn't know what to do really. As I said; by this point, my usual way of dealing with things is to talk myself hysterical until I'm crying it all out... But as there were nine or so other people about 10m away from me inside a building; I couldn't do it. The next best thing? Animals. It's proven that autistic people love animals; and it's no wonder why! They're emotionally simpler to understand, and are also fantastic companions as they don't speak!
Annoyingly, there were no animals close by to cuddle... So what did I do? Start talking to myself and making purring noises to try and stimulate the presence of a cat. I know, crazy right? But I was paying $50 for this workshop and didn't want to waste the second half of the day moping and sulking. I needed to fix myself, and fast.
This may sound extra crazy but... The person I really wanted to be there for me at that point? [Chappy]... Why? Because he can purr exactly like a cat can. /Just don't ask me how I've found this out/... It then would have been the best of both worlds for me. As much as I hate human contact when I'm in that state; if I'm vulnerable enough, I will want hugs. And I was most certainly at that point. Annoyingly, [Chappy] would have been at home at this point; so I had to opt for my own purring and self-reassurance. Which wasn't fantastic, and I was slightly out of it for the rest of the day. But, seriously... All I wanted that day was a hug from [Chappy] while feeling the vibrations / hearing him purr. I don't care how crazy that sounds!
Should probably move on now ...
The past week has been relatively uneventful... I've procrastinated my ATV 'Mammal Community' assignment so much it's not funny! 5,000 words. Still haven't started. Due Friday. Hmmmm... I'll start tomorrow ^.^
The one major event that occured this week was the club night theme being Witchcraft and Wizardry. For a Harry Potter nerd like me; this was freaking awesome!
The night was oh so much fun! I had my usual Vodka Cruiser, and was taking my time drinking it when [Regal Pain] decided to try convince me to scull it and take a Jam Doughnut shot with him. I didn't scull the rest of my Cruiser... But good ol' [Chappy] flipped a coin as the decider whether I should take my second ever shot or not; and it, of course, landed on yes. Not that I minded too much, as [Regal Pain] was shouting it ;)
A clink of our glasses and bottoms up! ... Yeah, not much happened. At least, not that I could tell. I think I may have been the tiniest bit tipsy; but barely anything noticeable. At one point, a fellow Pitt-ling came up and demanded some form of dance-off/battle type thing, which was hilarious. I, of course, kicked his ass; considering he was very much drunk...
Not to mention the fact that it was a girl friend's 18th, and another girl friend broke her drinking drought as she promised said birthday girl she'd get drunk with her.
You would think the partying would finish as the club closed, yes? No... There are two areas at my Uni known as the Precinct. In reality, they are bird watching boxes in the environmental park... It's also known as the place where under-aged students go to drink at the club (as they obviously can't while there). So, myself and a small group of us headed over there (this was my first time there) and stayed there until just after 2am. It was then that most of the group decided they wanted to watch a Disney movie in the Pitt common room... [Chappy] and I were not so inclined to this idea; so we headed over to his room in Thynne instead to try warm up and stop our teeth excessively chattering. I honestly couldn't be bothered to go back to Pitt to go to sleep; so I kinda ended up crashing there for the night... Don't get any wrong ideas! Thynne has king single beds, so there was tons of room for us both to sleep comfortably without cosying up or anything... I probably pushed him off the bed in my sleep at one point or other anyway; that's how terrible I am to sleep with :P
So where am I now? Chilling in the spare room of my house (Ya know... The one I have to come back to every weekend for work...) so to avoid the TV as the ninth season of Big Brother Australia is on and I haven't watched the past week and must catch up via YouTube before watching anymore. I made sandwiches for people on Friday night and had my first close as a supervisor on Saturday night; which was interesting. The person who was put on with me, I met about 6-7 years ago at the school I graduated from. He left it six years ago, and I hadn't seen him until I started working at this Subway.
Not to mention that today is Father's Day! I bought my daddy a cute mug that says 'Best Dad ever' or something unrealistic like that... With wrapping paper coming out of it holding a few Ferrero Rochers. We then headed out to New Farm to catch the ferry to Southbank to have lunch and look around the markets. T'was a relatively good day as no family shiz went down for once... A MIRACLE!
There's not really that much more to say... Apart from the fact that I discovered Adam Lambert had released a new album, Trespassing, around April this year. /Yes, when it comes to modern music; I live under a rock... Sue me!/
Anyways, I haven't listened to the whole album yet; but two songs have caught my attention... AKA; I kinda have them on repeat right now and am in love with them... :3 The songs I'm talking about are called Better Than I Know Myself and Never Close Our Eyes. I'm not the pushy kind of person to tell you to LISTEN TO THEM NOW OR DIE!!! ... But I will say that I strongly recommend listening to them :D Won't know till you try!
I should probably wrap this up as I ought to have an early night tonight so I can wake up at 7am to stumble over to [Riot!]'s place so he can take me back to Uni for a day of ATV assignmenting! Well... Here's hoping that happens anyway ;)
So... Uhhh... Yeah... I guess I'll see you guys round...
~Here comes a fighter...~
Have any of you readers ever tried to fit three people into a standard single bed? If you haven't... DON'T EVER DO IT! Unless you're okay with the idea of being completely squished up against other people; or potentially falling off the bed...
Yes... I, and two buddies of mine, made the stupid decision to crash on my bed on Wednesday night. I can't remember if I've given my new girl friend a nickname; but I am now dubbing her as [Bestiality] because she has admitted that she finds some stallions more attractive than human men. And, my imagination is running low and on the slightly dirty side... You have been warned ;)
The other person in the bed with us was [Chappy]. Thank goodness we are all relatively thin people! [Chappy], being almost twice the height of us, struggled with the idea of having half his legs off the end of my bed (entertainingly); [Bestiality] has been revealed as a snuggler when she sleeps; and I had the joy of half hanging off the bed the entire night!
Pretty sure that if it weren't for [Chappy] supporting me with an arm, I would've fallen off the bed... I realised today that it could have made things so much easier if I just opted to sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag... Oh well! This is what we get for the other two being too lazy to go back to their own beds :P
So... Last Sunday, at my Uni, there was a workshop to improve singing technique. It was initially $180, but I only had to pay $50 for it; so I was definitely all for it! The woman who ran it is absolutely amazing. She taught us so many things and was so down-to-earth and... WOW! Her voice is amazing. Which is insane, considering how terrible she sounds when she doesn't 'prepare' her body for it. It was weird... When she had set herself up correctly (which she subconsciously does all the time); she sounded amazing, and could belt it out. But an accident a few years ago means her vocal chords are actually burnt... And, if she doesn't set herself up, she sounds gravelly... Her voice patches in and out, and can barely be heard. The difference is amazing. It made me realise how powerful my voice /could/ be; if I treat it right. But that's the thing... Treating it right. It's not that I don't want too! It's more the fact that it requires time, effort, and tons of muscle memory. Things I'm not very good at...
Annoyingly, I had a bit of a breakdown in Sunday's session though... Being Aspergian isn't exactly a walk in the park most days; but I manage to get through! A nasty habit of mine is bottling up anything that upsets/angers me so I can continue on relatively 'normal', so to speak. Of course, this means that every now and again my bottle 'bursts'...
The bottle can burst a couple of different ways; depending on the event that caused it. Sometimes, I snap at someone out of anger; but quickly diffuse it to start crying and mentally scolding myself instead. And other times; I get really upset really quickly and start crying or scolding myself... In the end; I cry and mentally scold myself no matter what... It's not exactly pretty; and I don't pride myself on it.
The cause of it on Sunday? The vocal lady was going around asking everyone to do a certain exercise; and then she got to me. I was already suffering from a sore throat; but that wasn't troubling me so much... I couldn't do what she was asking of me straight away. I gave it a couple of goes; but (internally) I sounded pitiful and hopeless, and that's when it hit me.
My legs started trembling. I felt ridiculous. I felt as though I couldn't do anything. I all of a sudden didn't want to be there. And I most certainly was not about to sing!
I just managed to say "Can you please skip me this time?" before internally collapsing into a jumbling mess. Turns out; that when this happens to me, I turn a lovely shade of pale and look quite ill. I never knew this happened, but I guess it makes sense. Considering the mental stress I go through...
Another woman there with me; took me outside and then started peppering me with questions.
"You're Aspergian aren't you?"
"I could tell it was something emotional going on..."
"Are you mentally kicking yourself?"
"How do you normally take it out?"
"Do you want to hit it out?"
"Scream it out?"
"What do you want to do about it?!"
"Okay, well... I'll be inside if you need anything"
So, evidently she has an idea about Asperger's. My guess is she has it as well; because she had no fucking idea about how much she was in my face. We Aspergian's hate people in our face as it is; but when we're in a vulnerable state like that? It's the worst thing imaginable. When she asked if I wanted to hit it out (and she lifted her hands as punching bag substitutes) I literally wanted to punch her in the face. I almost did too! But I managed to control myself and remember that I'm not that kind of person normally...
When she went inside, I didn't know what to do really. As I said; by this point, my usual way of dealing with things is to talk myself hysterical until I'm crying it all out... But as there were nine or so other people about 10m away from me inside a building; I couldn't do it. The next best thing? Animals. It's proven that autistic people love animals; and it's no wonder why! They're emotionally simpler to understand, and are also fantastic companions as they don't speak!
Annoyingly, there were no animals close by to cuddle... So what did I do? Start talking to myself and making purring noises to try and stimulate the presence of a cat. I know, crazy right? But I was paying $50 for this workshop and didn't want to waste the second half of the day moping and sulking. I needed to fix myself, and fast.
This may sound extra crazy but... The person I really wanted to be there for me at that point? [Chappy]... Why? Because he can purr exactly like a cat can. /Just don't ask me how I've found this out/... It then would have been the best of both worlds for me. As much as I hate human contact when I'm in that state; if I'm vulnerable enough, I will want hugs. And I was most certainly at that point. Annoyingly, [Chappy] would have been at home at this point; so I had to opt for my own purring and self-reassurance. Which wasn't fantastic, and I was slightly out of it for the rest of the day. But, seriously... All I wanted that day was a hug from [Chappy] while feeling the vibrations / hearing him purr. I don't care how crazy that sounds!
Should probably move on now ...
The past week has been relatively uneventful... I've procrastinated my ATV 'Mammal Community' assignment so much it's not funny! 5,000 words. Still haven't started. Due Friday. Hmmmm... I'll start tomorrow ^.^
The one major event that occured this week was the club night theme being Witchcraft and Wizardry. For a Harry Potter nerd like me; this was freaking awesome!
The night was oh so much fun! I had my usual Vodka Cruiser, and was taking my time drinking it when [Regal Pain] decided to try convince me to scull it and take a Jam Doughnut shot with him. I didn't scull the rest of my Cruiser... But good ol' [Chappy] flipped a coin as the decider whether I should take my second ever shot or not; and it, of course, landed on yes. Not that I minded too much, as [Regal Pain] was shouting it ;)
A clink of our glasses and bottoms up! ... Yeah, not much happened. At least, not that I could tell. I think I may have been the tiniest bit tipsy; but barely anything noticeable. At one point, a fellow Pitt-ling came up and demanded some form of dance-off/battle type thing, which was hilarious. I, of course, kicked his ass; considering he was very much drunk...
Not to mention the fact that it was a girl friend's 18th, and another girl friend broke her drinking drought as she promised said birthday girl she'd get drunk with her.
You would think the partying would finish as the club closed, yes? No... There are two areas at my Uni known as the Precinct. In reality, they are bird watching boxes in the environmental park... It's also known as the place where under-aged students go to drink at the club (as they obviously can't while there). So, myself and a small group of us headed over there (this was my first time there) and stayed there until just after 2am. It was then that most of the group decided they wanted to watch a Disney movie in the Pitt common room... [Chappy] and I were not so inclined to this idea; so we headed over to his room in Thynne instead to try warm up and stop our teeth excessively chattering. I honestly couldn't be bothered to go back to Pitt to go to sleep; so I kinda ended up crashing there for the night... Don't get any wrong ideas! Thynne has king single beds, so there was tons of room for us both to sleep comfortably without cosying up or anything... I probably pushed him off the bed in my sleep at one point or other anyway; that's how terrible I am to sleep with :P
So where am I now? Chilling in the spare room of my house (Ya know... The one I have to come back to every weekend for work...) so to avoid the TV as the ninth season of Big Brother Australia is on and I haven't watched the past week and must catch up via YouTube before watching anymore. I made sandwiches for people on Friday night and had my first close as a supervisor on Saturday night; which was interesting. The person who was put on with me, I met about 6-7 years ago at the school I graduated from. He left it six years ago, and I hadn't seen him until I started working at this Subway.
Not to mention that today is Father's Day! I bought my daddy a cute mug that says 'Best Dad ever' or something unrealistic like that... With wrapping paper coming out of it holding a few Ferrero Rochers. We then headed out to New Farm to catch the ferry to Southbank to have lunch and look around the markets. T'was a relatively good day as no family shiz went down for once... A MIRACLE!
There's not really that much more to say... Apart from the fact that I discovered Adam Lambert had released a new album, Trespassing, around April this year. /Yes, when it comes to modern music; I live under a rock... Sue me!/
Anyways, I haven't listened to the whole album yet; but two songs have caught my attention... AKA; I kinda have them on repeat right now and am in love with them... :3 The songs I'm talking about are called Better Than I Know Myself and Never Close Our Eyes. I'm not the pushy kind of person to tell you to LISTEN TO THEM NOW OR DIE!!! ... But I will say that I strongly recommend listening to them :D Won't know till you try!
I should probably wrap this up as I ought to have an early night tonight so I can wake up at 7am to stumble over to [Riot!]'s place so he can take me back to Uni for a day of ATV assignmenting! Well... Here's hoping that happens anyway ;)
So... Uhhh... Yeah... I guess I'll see you guys round...
~Here comes a fighter...~
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