Hey guys,
I know it's been a while... Again... But I have been pretty busy organising everything and getting ready to go back to Uni... Then actually get back to Uni and be swept up in the crazy crazy life that is Halls life... That I love just a little too much ;)
Firstly, I wanna get something off my chest cause I only just discovered it and I'm a little shaken up over it... So my blog post, Confessions Of A Tormented Soul, ended up getting two comments on it that I only just got around to reading now because I always forget to check my e-mails... Anyways! So the first comment was actually incredibly shocking and somewhat hurtful.
It went along the lines of "Who wrote this shit?! Just get a dildo and fuck yourself!" so uhh yeah. I had absolutely no idea how to react other than sit there like a stunned fish, staring at it. I mean.. Yeah... I knew it was gonna happen eventually. The nasty comments from random people on the Internet who know nothing about me; but you never truly understand until it happens to you... I'm trying to get over my laziness and become a regular blogger, and comments like that don't exactly help... Regardless of how much I say "it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter", a part of me will still be that teensy bit cut up about it. Possibly because it happens on such rare occasions rather than those that are used to being spammed with it daily, but being spammed with positive comments as well to make up for it.
But yeah... The comment underneath was from someone anonymous who stuck up for me by saying "good luck with AGT" (even though I've chosen not to go through with it now) and voiced their opinion on the person who commented before them. So that did improve my mood the slightest, but still.. I'm gonna move on now, but I just had to get that out there cause yeah... I'm way too new in the Internet world :P
So yeah! The past three weeks have gone by so fast! Well, I sorta lie... At the time, they dragged on insanely slowly... But then, for some reason, at the end of the week it felt as though it flew by. The first and second week I spent making the most of the rest of my holidays before coming back to Uni. By making the most of it I mean I made lots of sandwiches and spent most of the rest of my time with [K-Dawg] and a small handful of other friends.
The only thing that really broke that up was the Wednesday, Thursday & Friday before I moved back in... [Mr Awesome] arrived on Wednesday where that night we made cupcakes with [K-Dawg] and my sister for a bit, and had intense pillow fights. Thursday was Market Day at my Uni where I was attending a stall for the campus choir which I am basically running now (I can't remember if I mentioned this previous blog?), aaaand I locked my keys in the car within the first two minutes we were there... Oh well done [Miss Invisible]... Your talents always amaze me! So yeah, an hour later a triumphant [Mr Awesome] and [Bestiality] return with my keys, cupcakes and with them in one piece so... Can't complain really ;P And Friday night consisted of my parents and I going to see the amazing ventriloquist, David Strassman, with his Be Careful What You Wish For tour. Hilarious as always, and I will forever admire how he is basically the first ventriloquist who has combined technology with ventriloquism in such an intriguing and amazing way!
Then, before I knew it, [K-Dawg] was at my place heaving my bar fridge into his car and journeying with me back to Uni where I was met by an overly excited [Bestiality] and so many faces I didn't know... Like, wow. Uni is completely different as a returning resident than a fresher... Those returners that had the opportunity to be involved with O Week would have found it easy, as they'd gotten to know everyone there and everything... But for those of us returning this year? Holy moly... Swamped with new faces, with barely any old ones left. No wonder half of my friends didn't get back this year... Most of the rooms went to freshers! I've been told about 65% of the rooms went to freshers this year; which completely contradicts what they say about it being around 50/50 each year... And it's just so different seeing Halls life from the wisened eyes of an "old hat" rather than the bright, curious eyes of a "kid just outta school, and away from the family for the first time"...
And it was that very night that I moved back in, that I unknowingly took [K-Dawg]'s clubbing virginity... Yes... The first club [K-Dawg] goes too, and it had to be my Uni's... One of the craziest clubs EVER! No exaggerating here. Everyone knows each other at my Uni, or at least knows faces well enough to be comfortable and be able to float around and get in other people's faces if they're so drunk and/or daring... The theme was Scribble Party as well so... Everyone was all over each other with markers, scrawling away over your chest, shoulder, boobs... Wherever they chose really! Whatever was white and/or able to be scribbled on, was fair game!
[K-Dawg] (unfortunately) had to leave pretty much straight after the club night as anyone without a guest pass is technically not meant to be seen on Halls after 10:30pm, and the club closes at midnight. Which left me to scrub marker off of my face, then head straight to bed ready to start classes the next day...
Subjects this semester are really intense. Like, wow. I shall list them for your convenience...
Anatomy
Biometrics
Biochem
Ecology
Okay... Ecology doesn't seem too terrible as of yet. Except my favourite lecturer is taking it, and I know what he's capable of when it comes to work loads; plus it's Ecology... Just ew... :P
Anatomy looks fun, but crazy intense. One of my assignments that's worth 40% of my mark (more than the final exam) is one where I create a fictitious animal based off of random traits that I've been given... Fun and simple right? Of course not! Second year Uni course bitches! Don't forget to go into detail about the skeletal, muscular, nervous, and digestive systems... Oh! And she wants us to draw the systems out... /Draw/... Luckily she said no points will be taken off for poor artist skills, because I did not go into this for art! And let's not forget that our lecturer decided to use us as guinea pigs for her insanely obvious experiment. If students attend lectures and take notes, will they get better grades? Oh wow... Ummm.. Yeah? Most likely? It's pretty obvious that we would lady, but did you have to force us to have to attend 12 lectures and upload the notes we take each week for fellow group members to look at as they please? I mean, I'm trying to attend them all anyway; that's not my issue... My issue is that other people are reaping benefits off of notes that I took. Granted, I can do the same with theirs, but I don't like it! Nobody likes group work! Everyone prefers doing things individually, unless you're a lazy shit that loves to leech off of people... They'd be loving Anatomy this semester -_-
Biochem... I'm interested in Biochem, but I find myself zoning out in lectures annoyingly; and the practicals... OMG! 1,500 word reports for every prac we do. Which is weekly. And they're not exactly overly complicated pracs either... At least today's wasn't... I just... I don't even know... It bugs me -_-
And Biometrics... I don't even know... They're trying to teach us how to use Excel and Minitab... Excel and I have never gotten along. Ever. But I at least know the basics of how to use it, unlike Minitab. I'd prefer if they'd just try teach us how to use Excel... They're very similar to each other for starters; and you're more likely to use Excel outside of Uni rather than Minitab... Just, ugh! Why?! Plus the fact that it's basically a Maths course, as much as the lecturers try to deny it to keep our interest. Please. Stop. It's Maths. Give up now.
So yeah, that's my rant on my classes over for now. I shall keep you updated on my work progress if it ever comes to me to write about it... First, I actually need to start the work though... Heh.
On Wednesday, [Mr Awesome] turned up to stay with me till Friday. He helped Pitt have an epic win at Tug of War for Res Sport, before donning himself in green along with [Bestiality] for the Traffic Light themed party... I went as a traffic light, but showed that I was taken. Green pants, yellow shirt that says "I love my boyfriend", and a red bandanna with a red heart draped around my neck hanging over the place where the heart was in the sentence on my shirt. It was a good night, until someone bumped into me on the dance floor and I had a sudden mood change (oh the joys), making me no longer feel like partying. [Bestiality] wasn't in the best of moods either, and [Chappy] was tired... [Mr Awesome] wasn't "drunk enough" so we all opted to leave at slightly different times. [Mr Awesome] and I spotted [Bestiality] and [Chappy] acting funny outside the club, which ended up becoming a major spy mission. Off came my shoes and I was ninja'ing after the two of them, who were walking around the car park and stopping next to a tree where people couldn't see them, unless you were on the side we came in from; which nobody would think to do.
Turns out in the end, [Bestiality] was just having a bad night and [Chappy] was helping her out, so [Mr Awesome] and I went back to my room and crashed for the night.
But the thrill of "spying" and trying to be as quiet as possible on gravel, and creeping through cars... It was so much fun. Probably more fun that I should have had doing it! :P
I was slowly falling ill from the disease the freshers clearly brought in with them, so I wasn't in the best of moods that week... SORRY [MR AWESOME]! But, eventually Friday came around and we drove back to my place where he was soon picked up to go to a toga party or something crazy... And me? I had an early night. 9:30pm I was in bed... Earliest I've been in bed for a long time! I hadn't gotten much sleep the past couple of nights, and I had an early wake up call with chiro the next morning; so I figured it'd be a smart decision! :P
And yeah... I'm still currently sick, except that it's gotten progressively worse this week. It's quite horrible walking around like as though I'm lifeless until I start coughing and sniffling... Oh I am truly an attractive sight this week... -_- Darn you all freshers...
I was nice and awake (surprisingly) for chiro, then I headed home where an hour or so later the boyfriend turned up. From memory, we watched one of David Strassman's videos, then wasted time away as we usually do. Doing absolutely nothing, but having fun at the same time. Then it was work time! Where I was rostered on to work with a trainee... There are two trainees that are newer than this one, and are both faster than him already. His work ethic and speed is amazingly terrible... So I was not looking forward to this shift. Amazingly, we got out five minutes early in the end; although I put that down to the fact that it was raining all day and we were getting almost zero customers.. :P :D
Sunday was spent basically the same... The boyfriend came over at some point, we hung out; then 5pm came and I packed and got in his car so he could take me to the train station so I could begin my almost two hour trip back to Uni with a bunch of bogans... Okay, only a couple of bogans; and they were kicked off the train by security for having a lighter and cigarette in the carriage, and for being disrespectful little shits... Ahhh today's generations...
And so here we are! Tuesday night after a crazy day! See.. All practicals/tutorials/etc start up this week. So while last week was a bit more lax and chilled out, this week is all like: Bitches: You think this semester might be easy? Think again! Muahaha!
As I'm sure, pretty much all University's do...
So yeah, I don't even get lunch on Tuesdays... Classes go from 10am-3pm, straight through. Gonna be quite annoying. I can't even guarantee I'd be able to get something from the cafe before it closes... I really have to stock myself up on some fruit loops and more two minute noodles... New diet? I think so! ;)
So my parents went to see a psychic medium the other night... I'm not gonna go into the full thing; but I do wanna share some of what happened because for me, personally, I love this stuff. I find it interesting, and awesome, and yeah... Okay... So they heard about her from my Nanna on my Dad's side, who's husband is my Granddad who passed away recently.
Apparently when Nanna went to the... Show? Workshop? Whatever you call it I suppose... Granddad was there, wanting to talk to her. The psychic, April, said she had to forcibly push Granddad away he wanted to say that much. She said that he was crying because he loved her so much, and that she spent way too much money on the funeral. He said that Nanna had forgotten something with the funeral though, but didn't say what that was... Interesting... But he also said she needs to spend more money on herself, and that he wasn't ready to leave the world. He's always hated the word 'retirement' (I smiled at this, because it's so Granddad...), and had so much more to do... And that's all I can remember them telling me currently.
So Mum & Dad got intrigued and decided to go to one of her show/workshop/thingys and from what I can remember them telling me, it was pretty interesting.
April can communicate with animals and had interesting stories to tell in regards to that, as well as her mother passing away; but it's as though she's never left because her spirit still hangs around and tells her off whenever she does anything wrong :P
But what she had to tell my parents..? Well... To start with, it was pretty obvious Dad went for answers in regards to Granddad I guess he had questions to ask him, but he wouldn't talk to Dad. April said that Dad was holding him too close.. Like, in his back pocket. I guess Dad's finding it hard to let go... Which is fair! But the fact that Granddad wouldn't speak to him because he was being held too close, I find very interesting... One person who did talk to Dad though was his Nanna. Now, I can't remember a thing she said to him, so uhh... That's helpful. But April also said that there was another spirit just hanging around Dad, and that it was a little boy. Dad is the youngest of three, with two older sisters. Nanna had a miscarriage between my two Aunts, and then between the middle child and Dad... So our assumption is that that little boy hanging around Dad is his brother, just sticking round to help him through hard times and all that jazz...
Mum went somewhat skeptical, and somewhat terrified. She knew that if she was gonna get anyone speaking to her, it would be her Nanna, who she barely ever knew. She loved her to death! But wasn't really allowed to see her often. Her impression of her was that she was stern, and relatively proper. One of those grandmothers trying to raise their grandchildren the right way I suppose... So she was a bit taken aback when April described her Nanna to her as being "free-flowing" and comfortable in her skin. This is perfectly plausible, as Mum wouldn't have seen her Nanna enough to know for sure what she was like. But the main thing that sticks out for me is what April told Mum. She said that her Nanna was dancing for her, because she wasn't happy.
..Now. I know that Mum isn't happy. Family dramas break out all the time. She has little to none friends where we live. Her one main friend is back in South Australia. Dad runs off every weekend Geocaching and catching up with people, as do us kids... She tries to be supportive, but wow... Since moving to Uni and getting away from the family; that's only when I realised just how much Mum depends on me as a girl friend. I'll admit, I still struggle being there for her. I struggle with forming that kind of relationship with my parents... But knowing what she's going through, I'm trying so hard to ease some of her pain... And clearly her Nanna is doing the same... Dancing to maker her happy... I just find the image of a stooped old lady dancing for Mum adorable, inspiring, and uplifting. I really hope Mum does find happiness soon though... Really.
One other major thing that I can remember from the psychic endeavour was that April looked at Mum and saw someone pregnant and a little boy in the future... She didn't specify when in the future, and she obviously didn't specify who was pregnant, and/or who the boy belonged too...
So, naturally, our first thoughts jumped too... Mum?! Dad?! You better not accidentally have a fourth child! (Which is one of Mum's fears anyway... Falling pregnant when in her 40s). Then it jumped too [Miss Invisible]... You're the oldest! How soon are you planning on having kids?! To which my reply is A FAIR WHILE! ... At least 3-4 years geee! We were having a bit of a laugh about it, but you can't help think about it either... Like, I'm not gonna lie... The thought of me having a little boy got me all excited, happy, and fluttery... Not saying that a little girl won't make me as happy... Just the thought of having a child in general I suppose. Apart from the cravings and pain part of it... Ugh, am not looking forward to that! That's for sure! :P
Anyway... I'm pretty sure I've vented all my pointless ramblings and thoughts onto you guys now. I don't have much else to tell you except that tomorrow's sport is Dodgeball which will be terrifyingly fun, and the theme for the club night is Shock Your Mum so... That will be interesting as well, just in a different way... :P
I am trying to post more often guys... But I also have a relatively hectic workload this semester. Yes.. I procrastinate a lot... But I'm really gonna try get on top of things this year. If I get on top of things like I'm planning too, I /should/ be able to still blog frequently (If I don't laze out of it) so yeah! I'm trying guys... Really and truly... :P :)
[Miss Invisible] over and out!
~There's a place where the crazy moon makes the monkeys sing and the baboons swoon~
I know it's been a while... Again... But I have been pretty busy organising everything and getting ready to go back to Uni... Then actually get back to Uni and be swept up in the crazy crazy life that is Halls life... That I love just a little too much ;)
Firstly, I wanna get something off my chest cause I only just discovered it and I'm a little shaken up over it... So my blog post, Confessions Of A Tormented Soul, ended up getting two comments on it that I only just got around to reading now because I always forget to check my e-mails... Anyways! So the first comment was actually incredibly shocking and somewhat hurtful.
It went along the lines of "Who wrote this shit?! Just get a dildo and fuck yourself!" so uhh yeah. I had absolutely no idea how to react other than sit there like a stunned fish, staring at it. I mean.. Yeah... I knew it was gonna happen eventually. The nasty comments from random people on the Internet who know nothing about me; but you never truly understand until it happens to you... I'm trying to get over my laziness and become a regular blogger, and comments like that don't exactly help... Regardless of how much I say "it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter", a part of me will still be that teensy bit cut up about it. Possibly because it happens on such rare occasions rather than those that are used to being spammed with it daily, but being spammed with positive comments as well to make up for it.
But yeah... The comment underneath was from someone anonymous who stuck up for me by saying "good luck with AGT" (even though I've chosen not to go through with it now) and voiced their opinion on the person who commented before them. So that did improve my mood the slightest, but still.. I'm gonna move on now, but I just had to get that out there cause yeah... I'm way too new in the Internet world :P
So yeah! The past three weeks have gone by so fast! Well, I sorta lie... At the time, they dragged on insanely slowly... But then, for some reason, at the end of the week it felt as though it flew by. The first and second week I spent making the most of the rest of my holidays before coming back to Uni. By making the most of it I mean I made lots of sandwiches and spent most of the rest of my time with [K-Dawg] and a small handful of other friends.
The only thing that really broke that up was the Wednesday, Thursday & Friday before I moved back in... [Mr Awesome] arrived on Wednesday where that night we made cupcakes with [K-Dawg] and my sister for a bit, and had intense pillow fights. Thursday was Market Day at my Uni where I was attending a stall for the campus choir which I am basically running now (I can't remember if I mentioned this previous blog?), aaaand I locked my keys in the car within the first two minutes we were there... Oh well done [Miss Invisible]... Your talents always amaze me! So yeah, an hour later a triumphant [Mr Awesome] and [Bestiality] return with my keys, cupcakes and with them in one piece so... Can't complain really ;P And Friday night consisted of my parents and I going to see the amazing ventriloquist, David Strassman, with his Be Careful What You Wish For tour. Hilarious as always, and I will forever admire how he is basically the first ventriloquist who has combined technology with ventriloquism in such an intriguing and amazing way!
Then, before I knew it, [K-Dawg] was at my place heaving my bar fridge into his car and journeying with me back to Uni where I was met by an overly excited [Bestiality] and so many faces I didn't know... Like, wow. Uni is completely different as a returning resident than a fresher... Those returners that had the opportunity to be involved with O Week would have found it easy, as they'd gotten to know everyone there and everything... But for those of us returning this year? Holy moly... Swamped with new faces, with barely any old ones left. No wonder half of my friends didn't get back this year... Most of the rooms went to freshers! I've been told about 65% of the rooms went to freshers this year; which completely contradicts what they say about it being around 50/50 each year... And it's just so different seeing Halls life from the wisened eyes of an "old hat" rather than the bright, curious eyes of a "kid just outta school, and away from the family for the first time"...
And it was that very night that I moved back in, that I unknowingly took [K-Dawg]'s clubbing virginity... Yes... The first club [K-Dawg] goes too, and it had to be my Uni's... One of the craziest clubs EVER! No exaggerating here. Everyone knows each other at my Uni, or at least knows faces well enough to be comfortable and be able to float around and get in other people's faces if they're so drunk and/or daring... The theme was Scribble Party as well so... Everyone was all over each other with markers, scrawling away over your chest, shoulder, boobs... Wherever they chose really! Whatever was white and/or able to be scribbled on, was fair game!
[K-Dawg] (unfortunately) had to leave pretty much straight after the club night as anyone without a guest pass is technically not meant to be seen on Halls after 10:30pm, and the club closes at midnight. Which left me to scrub marker off of my face, then head straight to bed ready to start classes the next day...
Subjects this semester are really intense. Like, wow. I shall list them for your convenience...
Anatomy
Biometrics
Biochem
Ecology
Okay... Ecology doesn't seem too terrible as of yet. Except my favourite lecturer is taking it, and I know what he's capable of when it comes to work loads; plus it's Ecology... Just ew... :P
Anatomy looks fun, but crazy intense. One of my assignments that's worth 40% of my mark (more than the final exam) is one where I create a fictitious animal based off of random traits that I've been given... Fun and simple right? Of course not! Second year Uni course bitches! Don't forget to go into detail about the skeletal, muscular, nervous, and digestive systems... Oh! And she wants us to draw the systems out... /Draw/... Luckily she said no points will be taken off for poor artist skills, because I did not go into this for art! And let's not forget that our lecturer decided to use us as guinea pigs for her insanely obvious experiment. If students attend lectures and take notes, will they get better grades? Oh wow... Ummm.. Yeah? Most likely? It's pretty obvious that we would lady, but did you have to force us to have to attend 12 lectures and upload the notes we take each week for fellow group members to look at as they please? I mean, I'm trying to attend them all anyway; that's not my issue... My issue is that other people are reaping benefits off of notes that I took. Granted, I can do the same with theirs, but I don't like it! Nobody likes group work! Everyone prefers doing things individually, unless you're a lazy shit that loves to leech off of people... They'd be loving Anatomy this semester -_-
Biochem... I'm interested in Biochem, but I find myself zoning out in lectures annoyingly; and the practicals... OMG! 1,500 word reports for every prac we do. Which is weekly. And they're not exactly overly complicated pracs either... At least today's wasn't... I just... I don't even know... It bugs me -_-
And Biometrics... I don't even know... They're trying to teach us how to use Excel and Minitab... Excel and I have never gotten along. Ever. But I at least know the basics of how to use it, unlike Minitab. I'd prefer if they'd just try teach us how to use Excel... They're very similar to each other for starters; and you're more likely to use Excel outside of Uni rather than Minitab... Just, ugh! Why?! Plus the fact that it's basically a Maths course, as much as the lecturers try to deny it to keep our interest. Please. Stop. It's Maths. Give up now.
So yeah, that's my rant on my classes over for now. I shall keep you updated on my work progress if it ever comes to me to write about it... First, I actually need to start the work though... Heh.
On Wednesday, [Mr Awesome] turned up to stay with me till Friday. He helped Pitt have an epic win at Tug of War for Res Sport, before donning himself in green along with [Bestiality] for the Traffic Light themed party... I went as a traffic light, but showed that I was taken. Green pants, yellow shirt that says "I love my boyfriend", and a red bandanna with a red heart draped around my neck hanging over the place where the heart was in the sentence on my shirt. It was a good night, until someone bumped into me on the dance floor and I had a sudden mood change (oh the joys), making me no longer feel like partying. [Bestiality] wasn't in the best of moods either, and [Chappy] was tired... [Mr Awesome] wasn't "drunk enough" so we all opted to leave at slightly different times. [Mr Awesome] and I spotted [Bestiality] and [Chappy] acting funny outside the club, which ended up becoming a major spy mission. Off came my shoes and I was ninja'ing after the two of them, who were walking around the car park and stopping next to a tree where people couldn't see them, unless you were on the side we came in from; which nobody would think to do.
Turns out in the end, [Bestiality] was just having a bad night and [Chappy] was helping her out, so [Mr Awesome] and I went back to my room and crashed for the night.
But the thrill of "spying" and trying to be as quiet as possible on gravel, and creeping through cars... It was so much fun. Probably more fun that I should have had doing it! :P
I was slowly falling ill from the disease the freshers clearly brought in with them, so I wasn't in the best of moods that week... SORRY [MR AWESOME]! But, eventually Friday came around and we drove back to my place where he was soon picked up to go to a toga party or something crazy... And me? I had an early night. 9:30pm I was in bed... Earliest I've been in bed for a long time! I hadn't gotten much sleep the past couple of nights, and I had an early wake up call with chiro the next morning; so I figured it'd be a smart decision! :P
And yeah... I'm still currently sick, except that it's gotten progressively worse this week. It's quite horrible walking around like as though I'm lifeless until I start coughing and sniffling... Oh I am truly an attractive sight this week... -_- Darn you all freshers...
I was nice and awake (surprisingly) for chiro, then I headed home where an hour or so later the boyfriend turned up. From memory, we watched one of David Strassman's videos, then wasted time away as we usually do. Doing absolutely nothing, but having fun at the same time. Then it was work time! Where I was rostered on to work with a trainee... There are two trainees that are newer than this one, and are both faster than him already. His work ethic and speed is amazingly terrible... So I was not looking forward to this shift. Amazingly, we got out five minutes early in the end; although I put that down to the fact that it was raining all day and we were getting almost zero customers.. :P :D
Sunday was spent basically the same... The boyfriend came over at some point, we hung out; then 5pm came and I packed and got in his car so he could take me to the train station so I could begin my almost two hour trip back to Uni with a bunch of bogans... Okay, only a couple of bogans; and they were kicked off the train by security for having a lighter and cigarette in the carriage, and for being disrespectful little shits... Ahhh today's generations...
And so here we are! Tuesday night after a crazy day! See.. All practicals/tutorials/etc start up this week. So while last week was a bit more lax and chilled out, this week is all like: Bitches: You think this semester might be easy? Think again! Muahaha!
As I'm sure, pretty much all University's do...
So yeah, I don't even get lunch on Tuesdays... Classes go from 10am-3pm, straight through. Gonna be quite annoying. I can't even guarantee I'd be able to get something from the cafe before it closes... I really have to stock myself up on some fruit loops and more two minute noodles... New diet? I think so! ;)
So my parents went to see a psychic medium the other night... I'm not gonna go into the full thing; but I do wanna share some of what happened because for me, personally, I love this stuff. I find it interesting, and awesome, and yeah... Okay... So they heard about her from my Nanna on my Dad's side, who's husband is my Granddad who passed away recently.
Apparently when Nanna went to the... Show? Workshop? Whatever you call it I suppose... Granddad was there, wanting to talk to her. The psychic, April, said she had to forcibly push Granddad away he wanted to say that much. She said that he was crying because he loved her so much, and that she spent way too much money on the funeral. He said that Nanna had forgotten something with the funeral though, but didn't say what that was... Interesting... But he also said she needs to spend more money on herself, and that he wasn't ready to leave the world. He's always hated the word 'retirement' (I smiled at this, because it's so Granddad...), and had so much more to do... And that's all I can remember them telling me currently.
So Mum & Dad got intrigued and decided to go to one of her show/workshop/thingys and from what I can remember them telling me, it was pretty interesting.
April can communicate with animals and had interesting stories to tell in regards to that, as well as her mother passing away; but it's as though she's never left because her spirit still hangs around and tells her off whenever she does anything wrong :P
But what she had to tell my parents..? Well... To start with, it was pretty obvious Dad went for answers in regards to Granddad I guess he had questions to ask him, but he wouldn't talk to Dad. April said that Dad was holding him too close.. Like, in his back pocket. I guess Dad's finding it hard to let go... Which is fair! But the fact that Granddad wouldn't speak to him because he was being held too close, I find very interesting... One person who did talk to Dad though was his Nanna. Now, I can't remember a thing she said to him, so uhh... That's helpful. But April also said that there was another spirit just hanging around Dad, and that it was a little boy. Dad is the youngest of three, with two older sisters. Nanna had a miscarriage between my two Aunts, and then between the middle child and Dad... So our assumption is that that little boy hanging around Dad is his brother, just sticking round to help him through hard times and all that jazz...
Mum went somewhat skeptical, and somewhat terrified. She knew that if she was gonna get anyone speaking to her, it would be her Nanna, who she barely ever knew. She loved her to death! But wasn't really allowed to see her often. Her impression of her was that she was stern, and relatively proper. One of those grandmothers trying to raise their grandchildren the right way I suppose... So she was a bit taken aback when April described her Nanna to her as being "free-flowing" and comfortable in her skin. This is perfectly plausible, as Mum wouldn't have seen her Nanna enough to know for sure what she was like. But the main thing that sticks out for me is what April told Mum. She said that her Nanna was dancing for her, because she wasn't happy.
..Now. I know that Mum isn't happy. Family dramas break out all the time. She has little to none friends where we live. Her one main friend is back in South Australia. Dad runs off every weekend Geocaching and catching up with people, as do us kids... She tries to be supportive, but wow... Since moving to Uni and getting away from the family; that's only when I realised just how much Mum depends on me as a girl friend. I'll admit, I still struggle being there for her. I struggle with forming that kind of relationship with my parents... But knowing what she's going through, I'm trying so hard to ease some of her pain... And clearly her Nanna is doing the same... Dancing to maker her happy... I just find the image of a stooped old lady dancing for Mum adorable, inspiring, and uplifting. I really hope Mum does find happiness soon though... Really.
One other major thing that I can remember from the psychic endeavour was that April looked at Mum and saw someone pregnant and a little boy in the future... She didn't specify when in the future, and she obviously didn't specify who was pregnant, and/or who the boy belonged too...
So, naturally, our first thoughts jumped too... Mum?! Dad?! You better not accidentally have a fourth child! (Which is one of Mum's fears anyway... Falling pregnant when in her 40s). Then it jumped too [Miss Invisible]... You're the oldest! How soon are you planning on having kids?! To which my reply is A FAIR WHILE! ... At least 3-4 years geee! We were having a bit of a laugh about it, but you can't help think about it either... Like, I'm not gonna lie... The thought of me having a little boy got me all excited, happy, and fluttery... Not saying that a little girl won't make me as happy... Just the thought of having a child in general I suppose. Apart from the cravings and pain part of it... Ugh, am not looking forward to that! That's for sure! :P
Anyway... I'm pretty sure I've vented all my pointless ramblings and thoughts onto you guys now. I don't have much else to tell you except that tomorrow's sport is Dodgeball which will be terrifyingly fun, and the theme for the club night is Shock Your Mum so... That will be interesting as well, just in a different way... :P
I am trying to post more often guys... But I also have a relatively hectic workload this semester. Yes.. I procrastinate a lot... But I'm really gonna try get on top of things this year. If I get on top of things like I'm planning too, I /should/ be able to still blog frequently (If I don't laze out of it) so yeah! I'm trying guys... Really and truly... :P :)
[Miss Invisible] over and out!
~There's a place where the crazy moon makes the monkeys sing and the baboons swoon~
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