Where There Is A Sickness, There Is A Cure

Hey guys, I know it's been a while... Uni has been pretty hectic and yeah... This is when I normally would rant to you about what I've done the past couple of months to catch you up; boring you all to death. But this one is gonna be different.

For those who are strangely interested in what I've gotten up too lately; don't worry... I will write a post later on down the track catching you all up (By then having needed to write goodness knows how many months worth... Ooh dear... Short and sweet for that one me thinks); but for now I just want to get some things off of my chest that have been bugging me.

Okay. To start with... I HATE BEING A FEMALE!

...Well that escalated quickly...

No seriously. While a part of me loves the assets being a female gives you, there is a massive part of me that absolutely loathes it.

I mean... Why do we get attached so easily? When it comes to relationships, romantic or not; it's generally us women who fall pretty hard, and the men who just sit back and laugh as we face plant it. Over the past year I have grown as a person. I have turned into this crazy, fun-loving girl (Well... More so than before) who is actually quite outgoing now! As well as becoming a fiercely loyal and protective friend; and it doesn't take me long to get to this point. Watch out if you guys ever be-friend me (Or those who are unfortunate enough to already be in my circle of buddies ;P), because it will not take long for me to have attached myself to you; this relates to both female and male friendships.

Wow... I sound really creepy tonight.

Uhhh. I just mean that if anybody were to even come up and insult you; I will become cartoon style protective. Bristling hair on the back of my neck, a bit of growling, and a thirst for ripping their head off.

...Okay. Maybe not thaaaat bad. But close enough.

Now this new 'trait' of mine has gotten myself into a couple of pickles out here at Uni. One of those cases would relate back to good ol' [Regal Pain]... That fellow roped me in with his snarky ways; but it took me a while to realise that he actually wasn't good for me. At all. He was a competitive bastard who always had to win, no matter what. And his witty comebacks at the time were actually slowly inflicting psychological damage onto me as they were, in effect, insults. He's not a terrible person in a sense... (My 'trait' kicking in here, sadly... Still can't completely shake him off). I honestly think it's more due to the fact he doesn't know how to be friends with a girl... But whatever. He's relatively out of my life now anyways so... Move on [Miss Invisible]!

I guess this leads on to any new friendship I'm forming lately... I feel as though I'm at a very different level to the other person. Where the other person might be like "Oh yeah, she's cool, like whatever"; I'm probably at the "He/she's a pretty awesome friend!"

...

What am I doing? Seriously?!

I'm just worried that I seem to confronting to people I genuinely want to be good friends with... I swear I'm becoming like that Overly Attached Girlfriend meme; just remove the girl. This is sad... Clearly I was meant for great things! Right..? :P

Aaanyways. I'm going to move on to the next topic that is cheesing me off the most at the moment.

Warning: This topic is highly sensitive to the writer right now. Please excuse any profanities that may be thrown around; and apologies in advance for any change in impression anyone may have initially had on this particular writer.

[Carl]. Yes, it's [Carl] again. I'm sorry for any readers who just rolled their eyes. But seriously. Hopefully this is the last time I ever mention his name in this blog because he's apparently told me goodbye, for the last time.

Quick catch up story! [Carl] and I had been talking fine and getting along well for whatever amount of time, before he randomly pops up on Facebook one day saying that I had posted a message on [Riot!]'s wall so many months ago saying: You're the first person I've said 'I love you' too and meant it.

Or at least something along those lines, whatever.

Okay... First off! I do not remember writing that. If I did; I have no fucking idea why I did, to be fair. Cause that is harsh. Sorry if this hurts [Riot!] but it is rather obvious that you were not my first love. It doesn't change anything at all! It's just a fact.
But the fact that [Carl] got all pissy at me like some teenage girl was what got me real cheesed off. I tried reasoning with him calmly however, and he just said "Whatever [Miss Invisible]" aaaand stopped talking to me.

So what? Whatever. I was too pissed off to care at the time.

Half a week ago I received news that my grandfather had passed away. Please, no sympathies or condolences here. For the love of all that's good I've received enough. Not that it's a terrible thing; but, to be fair, I just want to try and put it to the back of my mind until the funeral this Friday, yeah? Moving on again.

After finding this out, I then suffered through what I considered to be relatively close to hell for the next few days. Stressing about exams, grieving, stressing about Uni friend situations, etc etc. I ended up becoming pretty damn sick. In the midst of this, I had the usual cheesy moment of clarity where I was like "Damn... Everyone in my life means so much to me I have to repair anything broken and keep everyone close, blah blah blah"...

So. I sent [Carl] an apology message, briefly explaining my epiphany and somewhat asking if we could make amends; while staying on the fence knowing how unstable his response could be. His response? I'll provide it. Word for word (Grammar errors included for my sadistic amusement).

[Miss Invisible], I've realised that no matter how long it has been, I haven't forgiven you for what you did to me and I don't know if I will. I am happy at the moment and honestly couldn't be happier. I know you are strong and independent and I know you will be able to live without me. I'm sorry about everything that has happened these past few days, I really am but I just have to say goodbye.
Goodbye [Miss Invisible]

Okay... I don't even know where to start on this; because almost every line makes me want to punch him in the face. I'll just go in order of the message, shall I?

You haven't forgiven me..? Are you fucking serious?!?! You? Mister "God's will and way"?! Mister "Everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay it's not the end"?! You are such a fucking hypocrite. I'm not trying to say anything against religion here, because I'm spiritual myself. But for goodness sake! If you really /are/ a Christian; you should bloody well know that God's will is for everyone to forgive each other. Not necessarily forget, but at least forgive. So... You're not even going to try? Or you just don't try? Or maybe you should realise that there might not be anything really to forgive because...

...What I did to you..? What /I/ did?! To you?!?! Oh wow... You clearly have no fucking clue mate. You have no idea the different kinds of hell you put me through in our relationship. Yeah, I didn't point them out when we were together; because I didn't realise what I was being put through until the past couple of months. And you know why? It's because I went through most of our relationship in a lovesick haze. Not really seeing, or knowing what was going on; but trusting you implicitly, and going along with whatever you wanted. It was fucking stupid of me, but what can I say? You caught me when I was vulnerable; and was able to use that to your advantage I guess.

I don't really have anything to say to the happiness line. That's fair enough!

Thanks for telling me shit I already know. Strength and independence is something I've had my whole fucking life! Well... Except for those two-three years when I was with you. And of course I can live without you! That is not going to be difficult, trust me! The difference is whether I wanted to live without you or not. In a sense, I didn't overly mind. It's nice having you in my life; because we did have that small connection where we could tell each other anything & everything with no judgement and whatever. But you know what? I'm pretty sure I've found a replacement for you. And I'm so fucking glad I have! Because I can now stop bloody pining after you just so I can spill my guts out because I can't do it with other people. Thankfully, my University is a pretty damn amazing place. Filled with amazing people. Yeah, I would've liked it if we could have stayed friends as well; cause I generally am a nice person, and I like to keep as many people in my life as possible. Because, believe it or not, everyone I meet means a lot to me. But at the same time. I am so over your shit [Carl]. Over it like you wouldn't believe.

OOOHHH!! And you know the thing that is really putting the cherry on the cake? The fact that you haven't even deleted me as a friend on Facebook. Like. What the fuck? "Goodbye [Miss Invisible]"! ... LOL jokes! I'm gonna stay friends with you so I can post statuses saying things like "So so so happy! :D" just to piss you off that little bit more to set you off the edge and make this blog post! Hmmm... I would delete you myself; but I find your life story much to entertaining to miss to be honest. Can't wait to see the University stories from you buddy; cause at the rate you're going, it's gonna get messy! But hey. I'm no prophet...

Aaand, I really can't say anything about the lines where he's bullshitting about being sorry for everything that's happened to me the past few days (In regards to my grandfather). So yeah...

By the way... [Carl]. If you are, in fact, reading this. Thanks! It brightened my day knowing that I got an extra view on my blog! Oh, and the image of you reading this with a million questions and/or profanities running through your mind brings a smile to my face, I will admit. I really do hope you enjoy your life and make the most of it! Because that's what you should be doing. And please know this... I am perfectly happy living my life without you. I will have a fucking blast in fact! :)

Apologies, readers, if I am seeming incredibly sadistic and cruel tonight; but I'm just letting my fingers type what my mind is blurting. Normally, I repress everything and am a lovely person to meet! But... If you manage to piss me off enough, over a lengthy period of time (Say... One and a half, to two years?); I have to explode at some point! And I do say nasty things... But, in reality, I'm still a massive softy. Sadly...

Well... Now that I've gotten that off my chest! ... I actually can't remember what else was bugging me... Damn. There was something! I know there was! But it's escaped me momentarily.

Regardless. I'm glad to have gotten those two things off of my chest. I really should be trying to not stress as much as possible right now as I have only semi-recovered from this "Mourning Sickness" as I've called it.

/Mourning/ sickness guys. Not morning. Reading words correctly changes everything! ^.^

So yeah! I still have an assignment to hand in sometime within the next day or two; along with heading back home tomorrow, so I can catch a plane to my birth state for the funeral. To which I will be returning back to University by Sunday so I can start studying for two out of my four exams! Yay! ... That reminds me. I really ought to hand in my application for deferment of the first two exams so I can actually be somewhat prepared for them after everything...

Wow! I feel so much better it's insane! :)

Thanks guys for reading this. Tell me your thoughts though? Did this post interest you more or less than my usual rambles about my life? I mean... I do try to talk about other things; but it just never seems to work. I clearly have to be hacked off at something to write about something different nowadays! Who knew? :P

But jokes aside. I would love feedback. Did you like or hate this post? The change from the dreary life story? Should I keep blogging, or should I just drop off the face of the earth? Even if you pick the last option; any feedback is good feedback!

Aaaaand it is now 12:32am. Whoops! ... Thank goodness I can sleep in tomorrow! Benefits of doing absolutely nothing until I recover ^.^

Catch ya later alligators! :)

~Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say. Sometimes I wanna slap you in your own face~

I Know Myself Better Than Anyone... Right?

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...~

Just Your Usual Ramble

WARNING: The author of this blog is incredibly tired. Any sporadic writing or random babbling is to be blamed on University assignments and lack of sensibility on the author's part.

Now that that's out of the way... HI!

Yes, I am so incredibly sleepy right now... All I have to say on this matter is: be afraid. Be very afraid!

So, um, yeah... The Slave Auction. Wow, was that entertaining! First item that was auctioned off that night was the men's naked calender... Followed by the slaves. Oddly, not many people seemed to be spending much money to get anything. I mean, everything/one ended up being bought; but the ending prices weren't as high as I would have liked, considering it's going to charity... I pitched in whatever change I had to add to the Pitt collection tin, which resulted us in having about $300 all together. This also resulted in Pitt buying the most slaves that night... Pretty sure, out of the 14-16 slaves available for purchase; we bought 10 of them. Let's just say Pitt made the most of 24 hours and 10 slaves... Muahahaha!

Apart from that, not much has really happened over the past week... It's actually been relatively boring. I had a four day long weekend from Saturday to Tuesday; which was awesome! But other than that; my week has been filled with late nights and early mornings. Making me incredibly tired... Which has also resulted me in skipping a few too many lectures this week... Whoops!

I guess I wanted to blog a little about something that got me down this week. I don't know what it was! I mean... Everyone's noticed a change in me at Uni. I'm more bubbly. More happy-go-lucky. More... CRAZY! (Believe it or not...). But... I've been spending a fair amount of time with [Chappy] lately (which, by the way, is not the problem!); and he has photos up on his bedroom wall. He got into a reminiscent mood and started explaining what every photo meant, where it was taken, etc. Now, I also don't have a problem with this. I love hearing what people have done with their lives so far... But I realised that night that the reason why I love hearing such stories; is because I want to have done them myself.

It's... Weird, and slightly difficult to explain. But, hearing [Chappy] go on about his life; made me feel happiness for him, but oh so much jealousy and envy at the same time... It got me really upset by the end; but I managed to keep a hold on it.

I'm thankful for what I've gotten in my life; and what I still have. But... Those people who have been able to travel outside of Australia, or even just a lot! I feel envious of. Those people with a large loving family that stays relatively well connected, I'm envious of.

I could use [Carl] and [Riot!] as perfect examples for this (No offence intended here boys).

[Carl] actually has the best of both worlds really, but I'm going to focus on the travelling side with him. He has /literally/ been almost everywhere in the entire world. And he turned 17 in April. He had his own /brand new/ car when he was still 15. And there are countless other benefits that boy has got that I could mention, but I'm not going to go into it. Yes, I'm aware that some people are more better off than myself. No, I do not want a flashy car as my first one. And no, I don't want to have travelled /everywhere/; because that's what the rest of my life is for... But; there is still that horrible selfish side of me that comes out to play at times... Wanting a car of my own. Wishing I had travelled elsewhere in the world apart from America when I was 3 years old... Is this terrible of me? Or is it just natural for us Homo sapiens to always want more than we have... Whether we let it control us or not?

[Riot!] has the perfect family example. Far out... His family has got to be my most favourite family in the world (so far). Any time I'm at his place and his family members are there; I feel as though I belong... Regardless of the fact that I'm not related to them! They include me in family discussions which are usually the most random of topics. One moment it can be paid parking, the next it can be about how gutsy we are with theme park rides, the next they have my crying with laughter over family memories.

^^^^ That! Is the kind of family I want. A big family that come together for occasions. Sharing presents, or memories, or laughter... I know this probably stems from my whole having Asperger's and not fully understanding family/love values until the past few years... Or it could be due to the fact that my family are far flung over the country/world... Or the fact that, regardless of how far away they are; majority of my extended family couldn't give two rats asses about my immediate family.

I really hope I don't sound whiny in this post... I love my immediate family. They frustrate me to no end; but at the end of the day, I love them to pieces. And I know that. And I love my family members that actually care and come visit. The rest of my family? Pssh. They may as well be strangers. And I'm past caring about them. Or wanting them to be a part of my life. Because it's never gonna happen!

I can't wait to start my own family. Granted; I'm not too keen on the birthing part... Because, damn that's probably gonna hurt like a bitch! But everything after that.

I mean, yeah... I'm terrified (but also 99% certain) that my kids will also have Asperger's and that I won't be the greatest Mum in the world due to me having it myself... But dammit if I'm not gonna try and do the best I can. Find help for my kids. Provide my own advice and hope against all hopes that it works... Try and be my kids best friend, and confidant; rather than someone who doesn't let them go to their friends sleepover because I'm mean like that.

I don't even know where this blog post has gone guys... Sorry 'bout that :P

On an unrelated note (because I can't focus my thoughts for too long tonight apparently); I went to [Clearly Unfocused]'s 18th gathering yesterday, which was nice. It's always good to catch up with my friends shenanigans; as I so rarely see them nowadays. A part of me feels stupid asking generic questions like "what's happening at Uni?" or "how's your love life?" because everyone else knows basically what's going on; but I'm all the way in Gatton playing with Dunnarts and getting up to crazy Uni antics to know what's going on myself... But! I'm certainly not complaining. I'm just so glad I'm still in contact with them bitches <3

I'm now back at Uni; playing SongPop and DrawSomething with [Chappy] (because we clearly have nothing better to do...) until an hour's time when it's lunch. Then I'll be relatively occupied for the rest of the day. I'm listening to my iTunes which grows almost by the day now I swear! Thanks to the club, I'm now listening to more modern music and finding songs I like; but I'm still always listening to my Euro-pop, musicals and country as always. That will never change!

Aaaand I just remembered about my fanfiction... Wow. I'm pretty sure I posted up Chapter 3 close to half a year ago now; and I haven't looked at it again since... I know! It's terrible... It's not that I don't enjoy writing it; cause it's quite the opposite! I have a blast! I think it's more the fact that I had a massive writer's block writing the description of the main female character (I kinda want her to be perfect...); and also not knowing where my story is headed next is a big issue. I have my main plot points, but getting to them is the problem for me.

... I might end this post now while some of you may still consider me sane. I have no idea where this blog post went off too but... If there's unfinished sentences/thoughts/paragraphs/ideas... That's pretty much how my mind works! Though normally I'm awake enough to fix these monstrous post outlines... :P

I'll see some of you sometime in the future... Yeah?

~Don't wake me up; don't wake me!~

Get Yo' Dancin' Shoes On!

Hey there guys! :)

So this week has been pretty crazy so far... And we're only up to Thursday! O.O

Where to begin..? Well... I suppose we could go with the Monday as that's pretty much where I left you guys last...

SO! For one of my subjects I have to do 6 hours of compulsory volunteering at the wildlife clinic at my University; and I got to do the first two hours on Monday... And yes... I got to hold a Fat-Tailed Dunnart... I could have died a happy girl there and then! But, apparently there was more work to do... Such as emptying out bins, cutting up veggies, and feeding crickets and cockroaches... *Shudders* Let's just say I wasn't particularly thrilled about that job; but I managed to do it! ... Pretty sure that's an accomplishment in itself!

Anyways... Not much else really happened until 9pm arrived which started the 24 hour Dance Square Halls put on to raise money for the Animal Welfare League. It was basically all the Halls competing against each other as to the most number of people in the square each hour, and how much they raise in total. Apparently Shelton won which confuses the heck out of me, considering they barely had anyone in their square majority of the time. But whatever! I'll move on ^.^

I ended up dancing from 9pm till approximately 4am; to which I attempted to crash and sleep for a bit. Only to find that my muscles and brain were not working with me. From 4am till 11am I slept in tiny bursts... Meaning I probably got about... What... One or two hours sleep, max? It was wonderful! So what did I do then? Go back to dancing of course! 11am till 3pm. I skipped my Chem lectures cause I can catch them up whenever, but at 3pm I had a compulsory tutorial; so I didn't really have a choice there. It ended at 4pm, to which I returned to the square and stayed there until the very end; at 9pm again. Let's just say I was completely dead... Well. Energy wise, I was constantly pumped and ready to go. Body wise... Yeah... I woke up the next day with aching from head to toe, not really wanting to get out of bed!

Random side note: I do have a wicked as tan on my legs now because of it though! You see; I during the day I was wearing these black pants that have slits all the way down the sides. So, the sun tanned my skin wherever it was showing. My legs now kinda look like pedestrian crossings. It's freaking awesome! Be jealous guys ;)

Doing the Dance Square did mean that I missed choir rehearsal; but, to be frank, I wasn't too fussed. Choir is moving pretty slowly at the moment... Considering the fact that barely anyone goes! Fun times!!! -.-

So, on Tuesday night I pretty much crashed to wake up at 9am to start my Chemistry filled day! The tutorial was up first and was incredibly boring... I then headed over to the lecture after lunch; only for the power to cut out five minutes in.

Can I just say... HECK YEAH?!?!

*Ahem* Anyways... So, I left the lecture then headed back to my room. Not particularly knowing what to do... Considering the internet went down with the power as well... *Twitches* How was I supposed to live?! I managed to do it by seeing a group of Pittlings tanning outside my window; making the most of the warmth we rarely get here...
So I grabbed a towel and lay outside for a while (after applying sunscreen guys... Stay sun safe! ;P) only to find that I have never really tanned in my life and hate lying still for that long under the blistering sun. Thankfully I didn't have to do it for too long though as I was headed off to my Chemistry practical.

Turns out that was cancelled too as they can't do it without power... WOOOO!

The hilarious part is that the power came back on about 10-15 minutes after the prac was due to start; but at this point, everyone would be here there and everywhere. So there was no point in calling people back.

I then headed off with a friend, as well as a new-found friend (literally within the five minutes of making this decision), to go play Mario Party on the Wii for about an hour and a half. Lots of swearing, screaming, chocolate-eating and laughing were to be had; which was probably really bad for me, considering my voice was already raspy enough after belting out to all the tunes at Dance Square... But; since when do I live life healthily?! ;D

It wasn't long before I was headed back to Uni to participate in the weekly Res Sport; which this week was the second half of the indoor hockey games. Pitt only had Riddell to verse; and I jumped in to play in the second half. I had never played a game of hockey in my life; so I was partially terrified and kicking myself for making the decision to play. But, I was also incredibly pumped and passionate; so I gave it a shot (I get way too passionate at Res Sport, it's terrible... Especially when Pitt's playing!). I pretty much played defense, and managed to get a few good whacks in there; so I was pretty happy. The halves are only 10 minutes each though; so, typically, just as I was really getting into the game it ended. Which slightly depressed me. But the game between Thynne and Shelton was pretty intense to watch, so I was soon distracted... Oh yeah; there was also the fact that the ball came flying toward me and hit me clean on the arm... It was nothing major... It was stinging for a while, and I kinda wanted an awesome bruise as a souvenir but... Alas... It was never meant to be!

Dinner was spent being peer pressured and begged into going to the club that night. It was circus theme [again] so it wasn't like I was struggling for a costume... It was more the fact that I my body was screaming at me. I eventually succumbed to the pressure; mostly due to the idea that if I danced at the club it would actually help my muscles, rather than sitting around doing nothing... Which was true. I feel so much better today! Still sore everywhere but... I'm able to move much more freely, without wincing almost every step I take; which is nice! ^.^

Last night, by the end, was hectic though... Not as many people as last week's; but a lot more drunk people... Resulting in a lot more shenanigans... By shenanigans I mean people having plenty of... Fun on the dance floor. Seriously! Almost everywhere I looked, there was some form of action going on...
Oh! That guy and that girl are dancing closely together. Cute. Wait; check out the couple in the far corner kissing... Woah! That's girl-on-girl action that I did not need to see... O.O
For someone as /relatively/ innocent as I am; last night got a bit uncomfortable for me by the end. Thankfully, a new-found friend from Dance Square (I shall dub him [Chappy]! Mostly because that's what everyone else calls him :P) suggested we leave just early during the last song. (This was mostly because he didn't want to battle the rush to leave; especially because he has to be breathalyzed when exiting... Sucks to be under 18! ;P).

The journey back to Pitt was relatively uneventful; although a girl friend of mine (under age, so completely sober) randomly decided to lie back on the grass and star gaze for a while as her legs were sore. This lasted about five minutes until the girl on duty for Thynne came over and asked us to move along as we were being just a bit too noisy (and it being after 10:30pm and all...), and so we shuffled over to Pitt where we just went our separate ways to go to bed.

And that brings us today! Nothing overly interesting has happened yet... Though, due to it being Charity Week this week, there is a Slave Auction on tonight for us Halls residents.
If I have my facts correct, the first thing that is to be auctioned off tonight is a calender the male Res Club members made up. Remember last blog post where I mentioned nudity as a tidbit? Yes... Our charming men have each taken a snap shot of themselves baring all for charity. Before you completely flip out; they have covered the part of the body that doesn't wish to be seen... But, apart from that, everything is there for all to see!
Trust Halls to come up with something like that...
MOVING ON!
The other items that are to be auctioned off tonight are Res Club members themselves. As slaves. For 24 hours.
Basically, you buy them and can make them do whatever you want for 24 hours! There are obviously rules though guys; such as not being able to make them drink/skip lectures/take their clothes off/etc... Ya know. The expected decencies... Blah blah blah ;D

Well... There's not much else to talk about at the moment. I have a Systems lecture in 20 minutes so I really should wrap this up anyway! Though I would like to take the opportunity to apologise for the poor content of these last few blog posts... I will start writing about more interesting shiz soon! Hopefully! I guess it's just easier for me to write out what I've been up too. Maybe trying to make some sense out of my hectic life ;P Doubtful... But it was a nice thought ^.^

So yeah! Next blog post I'll let you guys know how the Slave Auction went; and whatever else is on my mind at the time. Sounds good? Terrible? Awesome?! ... What do I care? It's my blog! In the end; I'll write what I wanna write bitches! ;3

Catch y'all later alligators!

~Are you okay Annie?~

The Start Of A Sleepless Night

"Hey hey, what's that sound? All the mammoths are in the ground!"


Yes... I have recently watched Ice Age II, what of it!? I only watched it because my sister played it after watching the new Ice Age IV...


ASDFGHJKL. BEST MOVIE EVER! Well... Maybe not ever... But, close to it! :D It's just hilarious...


Anyways! I've been a bit slack for the past few weeks... To be honest, I don't start blog posts because the motivation to start them never exists. A terrible statement, but true. Once I start writing; I blabber on for ages and bore the heck out of all you guys... But starting it? That's a whole different story!


I last left the blog on a Wednesday, the second last week of holidays.. Correct? Well, I can't remember anything interesting happening the rest of that week so I must have spent copious amounts of time at home flicking between The Sims 3 and role-playing... Followed by working over the weekend.


Monday arrived to which I stayed home doing nothing after [Regal Pain] cancelled on me due to his car being serviced without his knowledge beforehand. The rest of the week was pretty uneventful up until Thursday morning.


[GoJo], [Clearly Unfocused], [Phantomess] and myself all went to our old high school to crash a band rehearsal and catch up with the band teacher who has gotten married, as well as pregnant, since we've left. We felt right at home sitting there bobbing along to the catchy tunes they were producing; but alas... We couldn't stay much longer as apparently the office ladies have been getting crabby at ex-students coming in to visit. I asked [Riot!] about this later and heard that it could be due to one particular ex-student (whom I shall tag as [Lee-sah] as my imagination is running low today and to make it obvious to my friends who I'm talking about) because she had been making very frequent visits, for the entire day, last semester. I found it irritating that just because one person can't move on from the school; doesn't mean the rest of us should be denied the chance to come in once or twice a year to chat to friends/staff for a catch up session!


~Stopping rant here or I'll never stop and probably anger myself just writing!~


So, after band, I headed back home for a while before walking half way back to meet [Riot!] and walk back to his place for awhile. It was intended that we just catch up for an hour or so before I head back to Gatton; but it turned into pretty much the whole evening as I made an on-the-spot decision to tag along to fencing.


This would be the second time I've gone to [Riot!]'s fencing with him, and both times I've been sitting there itching to jump in with the beginner's and join in! The only thing stopping me? The fact that I now live 3/4 of the year at Uni, which is an hour away; and the night's it's on are Monday's and Thursday's... Which makes things difficult... But yeah. When I'm there, my head is literally flicking side-to-side constantly as there's so much going on all the time to keep my interest! Watching beginner's learn the very basics; watching the Maestro (head of the school) duel the heck out of a highly ranked guy; watching one rank learn how to use a cape in a duel; watching [Riot!] and his rank do drills... I swear... As soon as I can physically find a way to join; I will be all over like it like a rash! Annoyingly, [Riot!] will be a much higher rank than me by that point; and I will probably cop a lot of teasing from him for it... >.< But! I'll just have to show him that we girls learn quickly and, eventually, I'm sure I'll be kicking his ass ;D


Friday was uneventful until [Riot!] requested my friendly company, walking home from school. This time we headed to my place for a few hours; before he headed off back home. It was then that we both realised that he had left his watch at my place... The next day I was at work; so [Riot!] just headed over to Subway and we both ordered lunch, to which I returned him his watch. We spent a bit more time together (why not make the most of it?) before he had to go off to work, making pizza's for people...


Sunday morning was spent with me packing absolutely everything last minute; before everything was in the car ready to go! Just after lunch, I was driving back to Uni; getting more excited the closer I got to it. We finally arrived to an unusually quiet Pitt hall. Once my mother and sister left; I began to unpack and settled in. As soon as everything was unpacked I felt home already; so... What was the first thing I did? Go on Tumblr and YouTube and all the other wonderful websites I couldn't go on at home! :D I normally can't go on Tumblr here either but... We get 3GB of internet per month here and, as it's the last week of July, that means I have 3GB over this week. Basically, I've been wasting my life away on the internet this week ^.^ Next month is going to be a shock once I start restricting myself to 100MB a day again... *Sigh*

Anyways. That night the club held a Back To School themed party; to which I got hit on by the two new guys on my floor... On the same night... =.= Needless to say, I was escaping from their drunken clutches as quickly as was possible... Considering I had had a bit too much to drink myself... (I blame peer pressure and the presence of giant Vodka Cruisers...). I managed to make it to my room safely at least before the world started spinning a little. Yeah... Not drinking that much again... If that's only tipsy, I don't want to know what drunk is like!


Classes then started... But it's been relatively cruisy. Most subjects don't start the practicals and tutorials until the second week; so I pretty much only had lectures this week. Except for Chemistry. I did have my first practical for that... But, let's not get ahead of ourselves! ~Backtracking~


Monday: I had no classes... HECK YEAH! Starting next week though, I'll be having my AGRC1010 (Systems Thinking and Practice *Yawn*) tutorial from 4-6pm. So... Basically the entire day off! ;)


Tuesday: I got to start at 11am with just a couple of Chem lectures, which were very basic as he was mainly introducing the course. It seems that Chemistry, this semester, should be relatively easy to pass; but it's worth keeping on top of the work as there's a fair amount of it! Like... Yeah... Heaps! O.O
I also had my first choir rehearsal back this semester which was fun. I'm trying to get a copy of Appalachian Dances from my old music teacher. It's basically a medley of songs such as Cotton Eye Joe, Sourwood Mountain, Cindy, Wayfaring Stranger... Off the top of my head. But yeah... I remember doing it at school and having a blast with it; so I was hoping the Uni choir would have the same enthusiasm as I do with it, and maybe we can even perform it for the talent show coming up in September! *Fingers crossed*


Wednesday: Was another Chem lecture followed by my first Chem practical! The first hour was spent on safety crap that made me ready to go to sleep... But after that! I spent an hour and a half, with two girls I had never met before, doing pointlessly small experiments and filling in our manuals. Finishing half an hour early so I could go to Res Sport which was the rest of the Volleyball games from last semester. Pitt kicked ass. As always. HELL YEAH!
That night I attended the Military themed club night with a new found girl friend. We attended as Men In Black. Literally. We looked like guys! And it didn't help when we put black sunglasses on. People were spending most of the night trying to work out who we were. I felt pretty badass. Jus' sayin'.
On another note: that night was the first completely sober club night I had had in at least half a year... And it felt good! Normally I have one drink, and that'll do me. But it's amazing how lightweight I am... I don't notice this until I have a completely sober night and watch all the drunk people with fresh, alert eyes. Let's just say most of the night was spent laughing at their antics; and at one point I even stood up to a drunk guy to try and save our pool game! (Drunk people have a habit of thinking they can jump in and play; then get annoyed when told no so they fling the balls around, basically ruining the game =.=). But yeah! I stood up to a guy! It was f@$!'in scary! And he did end up flinging a couple of balls around... But I remembered their position and just moved them back; so it wasn't that big a deal. Come to think of it... I think I just need to be harsher next time. I was too nice. Then again... I was dressed as a guy and was terrified the drunk would pick a fight with me, thinking I'm a guy... :S But, next time I'll be dressed in my original gender; so we'll see if I can kick some drunk guys asses ;D


Thursday: Got to miss my AGRC1031 tutorial, meaning I only attended two hours worth of lectures from 1-3pm. Livin' the life this week guys! ;D

Friday: Okay... Normally I have five hours straight of lectures on this day starting from 11am, going till 4pm. Not stopping for lunch or anything! I was planning on attending all five hours until I was stupid enough to visit [Regal Pain] at midnight the night before so I could wish him a 'Happy Birthday'. This then resulted in us staying up until 6am being complete idiots. We crashed, then woke up again at around 9am. Not being able to sleep, I stayed awake all day. But only went to two out of the five hours worth of lectures. The two were ATV so it actually interested me. The other three were AGRC1031 which struck me as boring; so I didn't go... Then, of course, I headed off home for the weekend to have a 10am-3pm work shift the next day... BUT WAIT! Let's not forget that Mum wanted took me out to go see Magic Mike that same night... Which meant we didn't get back until midnight. Which meant I barely had any sleep and was zombie-ing around Subway the entire shift. Though it did allow me to open up a fair bit, to which my co-worker noticed. I believe the quote was "You were so reserved when you first came here... What happened?!". Ehehehe.


Anyways. Weekends are boring as anything. So I need not go into much detail here. And I'm not going to go into too much detail of my second week at Uni. Except that practicals and tutorials can now be thrown into the mix. As well as 6 hours compulsory volunteering at the Wildlife Clinic. To which I found out that I'll be working with Dunnarts. If you don't know what a Dunnart is; have a picture!

Or three... Ya know ;)


Believe it or not; these adorable creatures are actually incredibly aggressive. They are wild animals, so will bite when being handled (if you're not careful). The bottom picture is of a Fat-tailed Dunnart (creative I know). They have these in the clinic, and they are the common breed that I'm allowed to play with. The other breed is the Julia Creek Dunnart, which is endangered... Which, annoyingly, means I cannot play with them. There are five species of animals in the clinic; and I'm only allowed to touch two of them, due to restrictions. The other species I'm allowed to touch is the Blue Tongue Lizard... Woo! Like everyone hasn't done that... The clinic also holds Mahogany Gliders and a breed of endangered wallaby... The name is currently escaping me though... Whoops.

RANDOM FACT ABOUT DUNNARTS!
If Dunnarts were the size of an average dog... There would be no one alive in Queensland (or wherever else they reside); they are that aggressive.
Though, for me, it's hard to determine whether I would die from their bite... Or their cuteness!!! :P


MOVING ALONG BITCHES!


Nothing major happened this week anyways. Club night was moved from Wednesday night to Thursday night due to a screw up in the booking of security. The theme was Wild Wild West; and I was initially not planning on going.
You see... I had to change my timetable around for reasons I cannot be stuffed sharing; but basically... You know the five hour straight gauntlet I have on Fridays? It's now eight hours straight. I had to move a practical from Tuesday morning, to the Friday morning... Meaning I'll be working non-stop from 8am-4pm. Every single Friday. Then coming home to work a couple of hours at Subway that very same night.
To be fair, the first half of my week is relatively cruisy... So I can't complain too much. But... Let's just say that I will most likely be spending most of my weekends lounging around; trying to recover from the short burst of work I am not used to dealing with.
So yeah! For that reason, I was planning on not going to the club. Peer pressure eventually came knocking; and to be perfectly honest, I hate turning down club nights because they are incredibly fun... And yeah! The music and speakers were terrible. Dreadful in fact. But it was my friend's first club night as a legal 18 year old! So he was happily drinking away... I spent most of the night flicking between him and another friend of mine who is really really shy around people, until he drinks. The transformation is amazing. It's terrible that he needs to drink for it to happen... But he's a lot of fun when drunk; I gotta admit. Not that's he not when he's sober! Ugh. I'm stopping now... -_-


To be perfectly honest here. I'm rather terrified about the work load this semester. I mean, I know it's nothing compared to what it will be like in Vet Science... But; it's a lot more than it was this semester. Which is bad. Cause last semester got me in a very lazy frame of mind, which I'm struggling to snap out of. Chemistry seems relatively easy enough; there's just a heck of a lot of work to go into it. AGRC1031 & AGRC1010 seem easy as well. But they also seem like the subjects I'll really slack off in... And as for ATV... The work is insanely interesting! Like, I love it! But we need to make a dichotomous key for snakes... As well as memorise scientific names for numerous animals... As well as memorise bird and reptiles orders.... (Taxonomic orders for those confused). As well as learn animals tracks... I mean; some of them aren't overly difficult. It's just that you're doing all these things at once, as well as three other subjects worth of work. Oh well. I'm sure I'll still have fun doing it!


Oh, and any of you guys are getting confused with my subjects and how I name them... I'm sorry! But I've been writing this post bit by bit for the past week and a half or so... (Yeah, that's how lazy I'm getting!) So I tend to change writing styles... Just to clarify my University subjects for this semester:

AGRC1031 - Australia's Bio-Physical Environment
AGRC1010 - Systems Thinking and Practice
CHEM1004 - Chemistry
ANIM1026 - Australian Terrestrial Vertebrates (ATV)


Eh. Y'all should know how sporadic my writing is on here anyway! :P

Wrapping this up: I'm currently back at Uni, on a Sunday night. Tomorrow I have my first two hours out of the six I have to volunteer at the clinic, followed by a two hour tutorial for Systems. But I don't start till 1pm so whatever... Though I do kinda have to do my first online Chem quiz at some point too...


OH! Forgot to mention! This week, at Uni, is Charity Week. I can't be bothered to go into too much detail about it now (plus the fact that I'm not 100% on everything that's going to happen anyway); but I'll let you know next blog post for sure! (Which will hopefully come out sooner then this one...). But yeah! I'll give you a tidbit to leave you with.


Dancing. Slaves. Nudity.


I think that's enough! ;)


See ya later blogospheric folk!


~Rascal Flatts: Here Comes Goodbye. Now there is a song that makes you cry and scream out EMOTIONS!~

Work It Baby, Work It!

So another week and a bit has gone by... Not much has happened really. Disappointing, I know... But this week was a relatively slow one.


Monday I slept in and was lazing around home before [Dancer] called me up asking to go see Ice Age 4 at the movies. I, of course, agreed and enjoyed a night filled with soft drink, lollies and laughter. I then stayed the night at her place where we tricked another of her friends.
~You see... Our voices sound identical on the phone. And, well at least a few years ago, we looked so alike people assumed we were sisters. We're very much in sync with each other and so; we prank a lot of people! She calls up people, then I talk to them for about five to ten minutes with [Dancer] feeding me answers now and again if they ask questions only she would know the answer too. Then [Dancer] talks for a while before stating that they had been talking to two people. The reactions we get are freaking hilarious. The people on the other side of the phone call flip out and continue to suspiciously ask who they're talking too the rest of the phone call~


Ahhhhh good times...


The next morning I was dropped off for another gym session with a few of my buddies! I was pretty lazy with this one, I will admit... I worked relatively hard for the first half hour, but the second half hour was just procrastinating... Yeah, I even do it at the gym!


Wednesday was a day spent at home... Lazing about... Like the active bitch I am ;D

My dearest Mother decided to take myself, my brother, my sister, and her friend out to bowling on Thursday. The game was fun! With the scores being:
Sister's friend: 77
Sister: 82
Brother: 88
Mother: 113
Me: 169


... 169! 169 BITCHES! YEWWWW!

Okay, in all seriousness... I usually suck at bowling. Well... No. No, I just suck... So I was rather impressed when I managed four strikes and four spares in the game. So was my Mum. Though she was also rather cheesed off at me whooping her ass... Heehee.


The second game wasn't as fantastic. My sister started acting like her usual bratty self, so I was getting annoyed at her; and the whole situation was just going bad... That was until my sister fled the lane and ended up in the bathroom, severely sick... Yeah... How quickly did my emotions go from hacked off to "Oh my gosh! She's, like, legitimately sick... Fudge balls...". O.O


So, we eventually made it home; to which I lazed around again... As I'm so expert at doing ;D


Friday provided opportunity for myself, Mum, my bro, and [Riot!] to travel to Southbank to check out the Odditorium exhibit at the State Library. Turned out to be not that fantastic and it wasted only 20 minutes of our lives. We then went and had lunch at Grill'd (GUYS! Have you been there?!? Seriously... Freaking amazing burgers! Jus' sayin') before heading home. [Riot!] and I spent some time together just chilling before saying a week long goodbye as the lucky bastard is off on a ski trip this week... =.=
I then went to work before having an early night just for the heck of it...


Woke up at the best time of day on Saturday. That being 12:30pm. Ahhhh, love sleep-ins... Anyways! I just computer-ed away my day until I headed to work, again, for the night shift. When work ended, I went straight to bed so I could be bright-eyed and bushy tailed for the morning shift at work the next day... I love it when Subway is so kind to me like that! :3


Monday; I attended another gym session with my groupies... This one I actually worked quite hard at! Sort of... For about the first 15-20 minutes... I kinda burned myself out a little too quickly hehe. I then managed to grab a sub that was made by this ridiculously slow girl (who I politely asked to speed it up as I had a bus to catch in three minutes) before sprinting to the bus stop. The bus was just leaving as I was running up, but I managed to stumble on breathless and collapse beside [Sasquatch] and [TenutoTuo] who had decided not to grab lunch so they could make the bus in time... Eh! I'm still proud of my awesome ninja skills! ;)
Later on, it seemed that the gym session would come back to haunt me... In the form of me trying not to hobble around like an old woman at work due to constant leg cramps. It was wonderful fun! =.=


Yesterday morning had [Master Dance] arriving at my house. This was the first time we had met up with each other, face-to-face, sober... (Considering the only other time we've seen each other in person was when he was completely drunk at a party...). He went to shake my brother's hand, to which my brother was like "O.O Wuuuuut?". Smooth bro... Smooth...
We then watched most of Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows II before our stomachs got the better of us... A quick Subway run made it the third day in a row that I had had a sub... Not to mention that a couple of days before that ended another three or four day stint of subs... Yeah. I can't get enough of Subway these holidays... After that we just chilled for a few hours until about 3:30pm when he had to leave (considering he lives an hour away from me) as he had plans later that evening... But let's not forget his brief return to grab his phone charger he almost left in my possession! ;P THAT would have been interesting to return to him...


So I've spent most of my time, recently, doing this thing called role-playing. (For those of you don't know what it is. Google is your friend!).
On Monday afternoon, before work, I discovered a Facebook page devoted to role-playing Harry Potter characters. Well... I'd discovered a few beforehand, but I was searching for one that had characters available that I actually wanted to play (which is difficult cause people always come in and snag the awesome ones >.<). The page I had found had a spot available for Draco Malfoy. My Harry Potter nerdiness went through the roof and I eagerly snatched it. I don't know what it is... But I like role-playing as a snarky, arrogant, pure-blooded Slytherin male... Even though I'm the complete opposite in person! Maybe that's the reason... Hmmm... ANYWAYS! Yeah. I've been pretty happy role-playing as him... It actually whiles away time in my non-existent life! Which is always a good thing.


So yeah! That leads us to now... 11:33pm on the 11th of July, 2012. My muscles are absolutely killing me from the gym session... I'm chatting to [Regal Pain] on Facebook as well as role-playing as Draco on Chatzy. This is after I have gorged myself on Shapes and Tiny Teddies, as well as having had a glass of Gossips: Sweet Lips. <- Best darn alcohol I have tasted so far! So yummy... ^.^


Apparently [Regal Pain] and I are now catching up on Monday... He's coming to my house and is expecting to 'kick my ass' at pool... Well I say: "Bring it on bitch!"


My dog, Max, is calling me silently to let him off the couch cause he can't jump off of it himself... When he scratches himself, one of his paws crosses the other so it looks like the cross Jesus died on and all that... It's freaking adorable! So, I might go help him out and end this post ^.^


~This rushing is making me stronger~

Partyin' Partyin' Yeah!? No...

So I've been relatively busy lately, hence why I haven't posted until now... What can I say? I actually have a life now! (Crazy, right?)


So... Tuesday the 19th was spent doing bits of Math study; but mostly procrastinating as usual ^.^ Leaving me waking up on Wednesday morning arrogantly confident, though still slightly stressing that I'd screw things up. Which, Murphy's Law, I did... A few times... But, I know I've most definitely still passed so I'm not overly fussed!


After that, I had no more exams! So... PARTY!?!?! Right? Wrong... The 'Exam Period 24/7 No Noise Policy' was still in effect until Friday 4pm (the ending time of the last Uni exam). So, how did I spend half the week? Sitting in my room playing Diablo II and The Sims 3 with [America!]. (Literally... It was almost like he was living in my room, that's how much time we wasted away... Hehe). Though there was one night where I did end up getting an incident report from the senior resident on my floor...


This, I regret. Yes; I am aware that there are people who got at least 11 reports last year and still managed to come back this year... But, I guess I just want to try and be the best possible resident I can be; to ensure that I can come back next year. Normally, when we're noisy during no noise hours; we only get a warning, which is then followed up by an incident report if we continue it. During exam period, there are no noise warnings. It's a straight up incident report. I tell ya... It's bloody hard being silent all the time; so it's almost impossible to not get one... But I was frustrated when I'd lasted till the second last night before getting one.


The reason I had gotten one was because [Regal Pain] and I were hanging out in my room; venting our end-of-exam energy by pillow fighting and annoying each other incessantly until we were laughing incredibly hard at around 2 or 3 in the morning... Yeah, not the best time of the morning I know... But it's sometimes easy to forget that you live with other people =.=


Anyways, after that... It was Friday! Last day of exam period! I spent the first half of the day playing with the puppies that were brought around to Pitt; until about 3pm when half of the Biochem students arrived from the exam saying it was incredibly easy. The last hour dragged on, but it was worth it. 4pm arrived, and my down the hall DJ friend had his speakers set up and was blasting music; while almost everyone already had the alcohol out and was blissfully socialising as loudly as they wanted.


I spent an hour or so with [DJ] and [America!], where I had a bottle of alcoholic cider for the first time (I can't even remember what it was really. It tasted almost as bad as beer, which is truly disgusting...) before going to dinner. After dinner, the night began. Everyone was either gathered in the common room pre-drinking, or in small groups of 2-3 in people's rooms doing the same thing. I spent most of my time before the club in the common room watching an incredibly drunk guy hit on every girl in the room (except for me, thankfully) with a bleeding eye socket as he had made an alcohol-induced decision to headbutt a pool cue... Yeaahhh...


Anyways! I was soon dressed up as a lion (the party was circus themed) and was heading over to the club with [Regal Pain] at around 9pm. Turns out that there was only a tiny handful of people who had dressed up; but I didn't care! The thing that annoyed me most was that the club had to close at 10pm because there weren't enough people to gain any profit. So, after 10pm, [Regal Pain] and I went into town so I could buy alcohol for him; he's not 18 yet... We got back to Uni, for me to find him sending me to bed as I was rather tipsy... In total, I had had a bottle of cider before dinner; tried a teensy bit of vodka in the common room; and had a vodka cruiser at the club, followed by my first ever shot (which tasted kinda like a chocolate milkshake... It was really nice! But I could tell how quickly it hit me when I felt dizzy walking back to the table where everyone was gathered... Yeeaahh... I blame [Azzo] for buying it for me after finding out I hadn't had one before.). Oh, and this was followed by another Vodka Cruiser... O.O


So, I left [Regal Pain] at his hall, Shelton, and headed back to Pitt where I came across a very drunk [DJ]. Normally [DJ] is really shy and barely talks, but boy does he change when he's drunk... We ended up talking in the common room for a while until we saw a girl and a guy come in. The girl has the same name as me, and used to live down the street from me years ago; so we know each other. The guy I had only seen once before, and I know he's moving into my floor next semester. We all hung out for a while until they started making out by the vending machine and running off, not at all suss, to her room... I found myself laughing, yet slightly concerned as she was driving me home the next day; and I did not want to walk into anything awkward the next morning.


Eventually I found my way into a guy's room who I know. I shall call him [Ducky] as he is the sport rep and always dresses up as our duck mascot... Anyways, so he, myself, [DJ] (though he flitted in and out), and a girl I know [FrayFray] gossiped and talked about random things most of the night. That was until I got a Facebook message from [Regal Pain] reading "You're pretty ;)". I asked him how drunk he was, and the reply I received was "Quite. Want a visit?". 10 minutes later, I was being scolded by him for still being awake instead of being asleep. He then tried to send me to bed; until he realised that it wasn't going to work. It was then that he revealed his inner (drunk) cuddly side... I couldn't help but laugh as he demanded hugs and would whine whenever I'd try pull away. 10 minutes later I was shooing him back off to Shelton hall as he was complaining that he was tired.


By the time all this had happened, it was about 3am. I was to get up in two and a half hours so I could leave to go home at around 6:30am... So, what did I do? Stay up all night of course! I wasn't about to be all cranky to the girl who was taking me home; so it was better for me to stay awake.


I lasted until I had gotten through my chiropractor session before crashing on my bed at 9am. I was woken by my dearest Mother at 3pm so I could get ready for work which ended at 10pm. As soon as I got home from that, I crashed again as I had to be up at 7:30 the next morning for another work shift.


After that work shift I went home for a few hours until [Dancer] came by to take me back to her place for the next couple of nights. We had a massive catch up session, ate ice cream, sang a lot... We also went around Southbank taking photos for her Art assignment; as well as trying not to spend money on the sales going round... I managed to restrict myself to a jumper, singlet, and two pairs of pants... That was impressive of me!


After two nights at [Dancer]'s, I went home for a couple of hours before heading back out to the city to meet up with [Riot!]. We went to King George Square, which was holding a Winter Festival; including ice skating. The heavens were pouring down, leaving the rink coated with a small puddle of H2O. [Riot!] played safe and cautious while skating round the rink... Meaning that he stayed upright the entire time (more due to the fact that he chose the moments to almost slip when I wasn't close enough to push him... Hehe). Me on the other hand? Yeah... I was way too reckless for my own good. I should have learnt my lesson after the first time I slipped over. But no! It took another three times after that as well... Though, I wouldn't be surprised if I had fallen over at least one more time if it weren't for [Riot!] ending it 15 minutes early as his ankle was screaming at him...


We then spent around an hour walking around and around the city trying to find somewhere nice we could have dinner. Yeah... No luck! So we found this small sushi place instead. After that we began to head back to [Riot!]'s Dad's place by using public transport. This included me stripping on public transport... Yep. You heard me!


Due to the freezing weather we had been having lately, I had been wearing multiple layers of clothing. I stripped off my jeans to reveal a pair of jeggings underneath (you guys seriously didn't think I'd strip down to underwear on public transport did you?!?!), only to cover them back up again with my pair of incredibly comfy Pitt pants. I then took off the two soaking wet jumpers I was wearing, leaving just a white singlet, before putting my spare shirt and jacket. Much warmer; I couldn't help but giggle at what I'd just done, in the back row of a public bus. Sure, I hadn't completely stripped... But I'm immature and found it way more entertaining than I should have!


It was then that I spent the next three night's at [Riot!]'s place. Watching a heck of a lot of Big Bang Theory; kicking his ass on Mario Kart Wii; having McDonald's for dinner one night, and this insanely yummy chicken with potato salad the next... Damn... His step-mother can cook! Anyways... On the final night, microphones and dance moves were brought out as we played We Sing and Michael Jackson Dance on the Wii. Watching [Riot!] sing along to Barbie Girl by Aqua made my night; but not as much as seeing eight of us singing and dancing enthusiastically along with MJ songs. Soon enough, it was Friday morning and I was public transporting my way back home and getting ready for work.


I'm finding it a little irritating that Subway appears to be giving me Friday and Saturday night shifts... Way to ruin any fun weekend night plans I may want to organise work! *Sigh* Do it for the money [Miss Invisible]... Just focus on the $$$.


So Friday night was spent working. Half of Saturday was spent me sleeping... Followed by a few hours of me sleepily staring at Facebook for goodness knows what reason... (I did do other things, but that's the only thing I can remember). I then went for a walk with my sister around the local oval multiple times; catching up on each other's gossip and spending some girl time together. Soon after that I was headed off to work again with a guy I shall dub [Gamer]. We had a relatively busy night, but still managed to crack jokes and discuss multiple topics which made the night enjoyable overall. I quite like my co-workers... They're all nerds of some kind, and are all relatively young; so I fit in quite perfectly there! :3


Aaaaaand, this leads us to today! Which would be a Sunday! I awoke at around 11am due to my sister coming in and saying that we're headed out to a ~relatively~ local place to walk around the lake discussing matters of not much importance; as is the usual with my family ^.^


I'm currently sitting in the lounge room of my home; already getting slightly stir crazy by being in the house and wanting to get out and socialise as much as I can before going back to Uni in three weeks time. Granted, I am incredibly strapped for cash at the moment; which makes it quite difficult to catch up with people... But it doesn't stop me from wanting too! Whether they be from Uni or from my original group: I want to have the best holidays ever. I'm 18 years old now. The amount of freedom this has given me is insane. I can go out practically whenever I want now (Given I'm not ruining family plans, and I tell my parents where I'm going and everything...). I'm seeing the world in a new way. I'm finally coming out of my shell and being the socialite I've always craved to be. I just want to grasp opportunity with both of my hands and run off with it while I can!!!


Right, before I get into some cheesy inspirational ramble that would inevitably make me gag; I'm going to end things here! :P Hopefully I'll have some interesting tales to tell in the future, but until then... PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!! Yeah, I don't know either...


~Set it off! Set it off!~