carpet on stairs- Absolute genius!

Oh of course! I didn't post about ball!
The Ball was on last Friday night. Just in case you have images in your head of a classy evening of drinking port and discussing the train wreck that is the labor party I will set the record straight: Ball was held at a club in the city, Ball Park Music played and everyone wore cute little cocktail dresses- except of course the guys who looked extremely dapper in suits. It was an excellent evening. Going into the event I was a little nervous because I rarely drink and spending an evening in a club - whilst sober and with aspergious tendencies towards a dislike of loud music - didn't sound like it would be much fun. I was wrong. It was excellent fun! The band was great, the company was great, the photos of the evening were great and I was supplied with pre paid for lemon lime and bitters all night. There were only a couple of downsides:

Downside number 1: The girls bathroom. I have now discovered the most terrifying place on earth. Drunk girls passing out, getting into my personal space, and screaming (seriously, whats with the screaming girls??) whilst lining up in the GINORMOUS line for the bathroom. when I was at the back of the line I couldn't possibly figure out why it was taking so long to go through people. when I reached the front of the line I figured it out. There were at least 8 cubicles and only two of them were in action. I assume the rest were occupied by girls throwing up, passing out, or having inpromtu DnMs whilst toilet sharing. The turn over of the two active toilets was also incredibly slow because girls have to finish their conversation with their line buddy before using the facilities, no matter how busting everybody else in the line is. Try and sneak ahead of a seemingly distracted drunk girl who is mid conversation and you will find yourself literally thrown out of the way by the girl who is casually meandering closer to the free toilet. Drunk girls, I suspect, are often unaware of how strong they are.

Downside number 2: I wore the wrong heels. I thought I had made a wise decision in picking the shoes that strap onto my feet and absolutely can't come off but in my infantous (I dont know if that is a word but let's say that it is) knowledge and experience of heels I forgot to consider ground contact surface area. The floor of Billboard is VERY SLIPPERY! choosing a heel with a 1cm square point was a recipe for disaster. Luckily I only fell over once directly due to my bad choice of shoes, the other time someone fell onto me and my chair experience similar difficulties to my shoes and so fell over with me on it. On both my descents to the floor I managed to accidentally drag a boy with me. You know, for having two separate boys on top of me throughout the evening, I got very little (that is: no) action on Friday night. Funny thing about having guys land on you when you fall over- It hurts. A lot. I woke up the next morning with all kinds of odd bruises.
Anyway, Here are some pretty pictures from ball..

Swat Vac silence makes my brain want to explode.

did you know that careful use of the word 'hard drive' can bring me to tears.
I was brought to tears today by my hard drive and lack of external hard drive. Editing photos is not an easy task on a computer that is 100 years old. I swear this thing is like my own personal teenager. Objectively they are rude, slow, lazy and unpleasant to be around. but I have been with it for so long i'm emotionally attached to it and dont really want to quit it.

Anyway, here is a photo of how I spent part of my afternoon, it isnt exactly how I wanted it because my computer schitzed out on me..

I bribed myself with lollies to study tonight. I am going to end up with type 2 diabetes and an Arts degree.

*hypothetical conversation taking place at Caraselle*
Andrew: seriously Julie? did you just spray soda water all over yourself AGAIN?
Julie: oh you're always making fun of me. *flicks through anormous bird encyclopedia* have you seen the birds on the billabong, I cant figure out what they are..
Andrew: ill look it up on the internet.
Andrew: *calls through from inside the house to the back verandah where Julie has settled into bird watching on the couch with her soda water* Honey! i've got an email from Cecelia!
Julie: Cecelia? that name sounds familiar, who is she again? Oh I remember, that was Gran's middle name..
Andrew: No, remember how we were tossing up about having a third daughter, well if I remember correctly, we did!
Julie: you're right! I remember now. gee, the last time I saw her she would have been in a shower full of ballowens. I wonder what she's up to these days?
Andrew: wonder no more, she has sent us the Bi-annual newsletter from the college at which she is living.
Julie: College? they do grow up fast. Well, email me the link because you know very well that the only way this family communicates is through email, whether we are living in the same house or not.
Andrew: will do. I've got the next episode of TBBT cued, are you ready to watch it?
Julie: TBBT?
Andrew: the big bang theory. Cecelia always got my acronyms, you know, I miss her. She is definitely my favourite daughter.
Julie: third time lucky I guess..


http://issuu.com/mannix-college-students/docs/phoenix_one__2012?mode=window&viewMode=doublePage

Leukemia sucks.

Ok, I know that it is late at night and I should probably be going to bed instead of writing this but I am going to because I think it is something worth noting about college.

Tonight was shave for a cure. Here is what I was thinking:
Shave for a cure:

- you Rock up

-you sit in uncomfortable chairs in a crowded room.

- you watch three people get ready to have their heads shaved which isn’t entirely a big deal because everyone knows they needed a haircut anyway.

- you see approximately one swipe of the razor before a hoard of said shavees closest friends huddle around and conmpletely obscure shave from view.

- you sit bored chatting to your friends about other things until the crowd thins and you see a shiny raw looking bald head. Cool. Anticlimax.

-you leave feeling that you could have better spent that time watching ‘The Voice’ and speculating over why Seal has yellow fingernails because in the end you are just going to see the shaved heads at breakfast tomorrow, and every meal after that.

Well, after those expectations it’s a wonder I showed up. But I did because I finished my essay today so I wanted a break and I thought I ought to take full advantage of the college life. Here is the reality of Shave for a cure:

I head up to the JCR where there are couches and blankets and assorted chairs and everyone is gathered facing the stage. In the corner there is a pseudo tuckshop operating selling those excellent sour strip things to which I am addicted. There is a lively, jovial atmosphere as two committee members, Efftwo and Jim head up to the microphone to MC the evening. A number of people have signed up to sacrifice and mutilate various amounts of hair on their body. The raising of money is done auction style, with the winning bidder getting to do more or less whatever the hell they want to the victim. Often people would bid against each other until they got to a certain point and then they would combine the money they were willing to put in to do it. In cases like Effones stomach waxing he said he would do it if we raised $200, so the MCs put it out there that we could bid ten dollars each, enthusiastically announcing the incremental increase as more and more people raised their hands. At the end everyone who bid would put their hand up and get it recorded down so that they knew who had pledged money. It takes a surprisingly short time to get 20 people to agree to give $10.

It is something really quite spectacular about sitting back and watching a room full of young adults at the stage of life most commonly known as the poor uni bum stage, get together and be so generous with their money. I felt a bit proud to be part of a group of people who care. Of course, it could also be interpreted as a group of people who want to humiliate close friends and watch them suffer.

In the end I think $2000ish dollars were raised for leukemia. The various acts that brought this money about were as follows:

1 Letter waxed into a chest

4 waxed legs

4 waxed eyebrows

2 waxed gooches (I recommend choosing to remain blissfully ignorant)

2 Starburns

1 trident facial hair

1 Old man style semi bald head

1 waxed stomach (a VERY hairy stomach)

2 waxed feet (which is apparently ridiculously painful, esp. the big toe)

1 strikingly accurate giant penis and testicles covering a head

3 hair dye jobs which I am yet to see turn out.

Good effort!

I think its nights like these that aren’t a big deal but are one of the reasons why college is so amazing. Its cool to be able to have fun, be immature and do good things all at once.

Vitamin K is found in BroKoli

Hello there! I have an assignment due, so you know what that means... PROCRASTINATION POST!

Right now I am sitting on the bed in the corner of Jono’s room. He and Callum are teaching each other about Vitamins and playing with a nerf sword. I am quietly typing away on my laptop trying to get my essay done, which doesn’t look like happening, which is sad. Yesterday I almost had an essay induced meltdown but I caught myself just in time and went to Callum’s room to discuss with him my writers block predicament (or I would burst into tears- I still wasn’t sure which was going to come out). When I got there he and Jono were studying with each other and they told me to come and do my essay with them. It was lovely and made my day immeasurably better. So today I was again feeling down and I thought about yesterday and how pleasant it was that I was able to do that, and I knew that Callum and Jono were again studying so I then had the following conversation with myself:

Me: hmm, if I go and find the guys then I will be far happier and might actually get study done instead of sitting here in the pigsty that is my room, feeling sorry for myself.

Evil Cel: Yeah, but do you really want to be that annoying girl who now thinks she can hang out with the guys because they took pity on you one time?

Me: Wow! Bitch! You are right though, I am fairly pathetic, I can’t even handle one essay. Why would they want me busting in on their hardcore study?

Evil Cel: Yeah, its best if you stay here, by yourself. Maybe you can have a little lie down while I remind you about all the other work you are behind in. seriously, why are you even at Uni?

Me: Nah you know what, I’m going to go and see what the boys are doing, because you’re being mean to me, and even if they don’t want to hang out with me it will still be more pleasant than sitting here with YOU!

Evil Cel: don’t come crying to me when they hate you.

Oh hey Evil Cel, THEY DON’T HATE ME! So sucked in. They looked positively delighted at the prospect of me joining them because they are lovely people and despite what I try and tell myself, so am I.

Oh dear, I just let the internet know that I am crazy.

Ok I have fifteen minutes before lunch so I am going to pretend that my essay is due  tomorrow and write some crap because a wise woman once said ‘you can edit crap, you cant edit a blank page.’

Oh and here is a picture of all the people (except evil Cel) who featured in this story.

Ahhh I just handed in my First assignment!

I know this looks a bit weird because it is the same photo as my background (or maybe nobody noticed and now they will because I pointed it out). I saw one of those cool word cluster things in one of my lectures (arguably the most boring one- Media and german culture are battling it out) and I thought I could so something cool and relating to me. The thing I really miss about my blog is the time that I set aside everyday do my photo, it was zen me time. what  I dont miss is the sleep I lost because of that time. I went to be far too late last night.

It didnt turn out the way I had originally planned and to get it how I wanted it would mean I would have to redo it completely, which one day I might, but last night was not the right time for that.

How was your day?

Today was a good day! This is odd because its tuesday and tuesdays go for 5 hours and include lots of long chunks of language concentration.
So Last night I watched true blood in the comm. It seems to be a bit of a ritual forming, and I enjoy it although I would like a spot more warning about when a crazy sex scene is going to appear on the screen. While I was watching true blood I indulged on some crappy chewy lollies. Rookie Error. I diligently put myself to bed early and then proceeded to lay wide awake and twitching slightly for the next hour and a half until the lollies wore off and the college students stopped having what sounded like a rave right outside my door. Even with that introduction to my nights sleep I woke up feeling positively chipper and the thought of eggs on toast for breakfast spurred me out of bed. Alas, when I arrived at breakfast the hot plate had been all cleaned up and I had missed my opportunity for eggs :( Nevermind! I had just right and spent an hour organising life and perusing facebook before heading off to italian.
Wait, do you guys actually want to know all about my day? because that is what I am going to tell you...
In italian I sat with a GIRL -pause for a round of applause- whom I had befriended a week or two ago. Then, get this, I listened to my lecturer talk about fontamara (which is the italian book we are reading at the moment, or not reading as the case may be) for the WHOLE HOUR. ok, 50 minutes..
after that I went up to the Italian seminar. You have to understand that the italian seminar is reasonably stressful. They always say, if you do your reading then tutes will be great, if you dont, they suck. I never do my reading. I try, but when it is in italian and you havve no idea what is going on then it suck a fair bit and I give up and do something else and then have to rock up to the seminar feeling lost*
So I came into my seminar and sat down with my other friend (this one was a guy) and his two friends. they also felt incredibly lost and so we would discuss what needed to be discussed and spent the rest of the time talking about football. My friend remembered where I was from and we all had a bit of a laugh about Essendon standing up an entire town.
Then I went home for lunch, which was reasonably disappointing but a bowl of cocoa pops so cheered me up! (that’s right, my big I-no-longer-live-at-home rebellion is occasionally having cocoa pops for a second lunch.)
So then I tootled my way over to Australian Politics, and had one of the more boring lectures but was still more interesting than all my other lectures, which says something about how engaging Nic Economou is. It amuses me how blatantly pro Melbourne Uni that man is for a Monash Lecturer.
Then I raced Alex up to our fourth floor two hour long German tute. He took the stairs and I took the lift. When I walked into the classroom he was comfortably seated and I had to apologise for being late and sit right up the front at a makeshift desk. Moral of the story, always take the stairs.
So we had a German test and then studied the gender and plurals of nouns. Fun fact: the way germans decide what is female, male and neutral, and the way they pluralise their nouns is COMPLETELY ARBITRARY. So we just have to learn it. Although I learnt a cool new German word today: Trillerpfeife. It means whistle, which I think makes sense.
And then I came home in a good mood and put off doing homework by telling you about my day. Now I am off to Italian tutoring, because this is the first week that I have remembered it!

Also, here is some pictures of a pretty dress I made out of newspaper.