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June 25 Stripes, ankles and comments.Yeah so she redecorated- you know she gets bored; she's still not sure about it, but she's liking stripes at the moment in fact she just bought a bunch of stripy socks. Yes you heard. Her ankle also feels weird at the moment. Proper blog after tomorow night is promised...
She requests that anyone that reads this or stops by leaves a random comment even if it's just a one word "hi". Scratch 'requests', read: 'politely demands'.
Talking in third person makes her feel elmo-esque, sometimes, strangely not now though; maybe it doesn't work if you type it. June 20 I wear my sunglasses at night...Well no I don't, actually, but it was a lead in, a segueway if you will to Lani's topic of the day:
Fancy dress
if you don't get the connection, just pretend you do...it's easier that way.
I seem to have rather a history of fancy dress...well a little bit anyway. I recall a clown back in creche/early primary, a queen of hearts, Tinkerbell, a rather fetching Aladdin, and of course the famous "coat-hangers+tights+food dye+ribbon=fairy" incident (clicky if you don't remember *eyes narrow* but you should remember), off of the top of my head. But they have all been just that. In my history, though I suppose the fairy one could be considered recent. But now there appears to be a sudden speight of costume related mischief planned. First up we're getting all piratical and dressing up to go see Pirates Of The Caribbean as a birthday/ general random/ End of Exams yeehah. Then come 21st of next month we're going to a bookstore dressed in all our nerdy Harry Potter glory (which happens to be a long train ride from my house- and should provide some commuters with an entertaining start to the day) for the book release. I myself, dear readers, am going as the fat lady. Padding will be needed. And paint. And cardboard. And black leggings . And a wig.
It's kinda weird that it's happened all of a sudden, where it only used to be the annual dress up through primary school. Mind you I'm not complaining. I happen to love dressing up; the whole gig-speculating about what everybody else will be, making the costume, travelling wherever we're meeting, and accumulating glances from passersby. Pink boots was talking about this same topic only recently, and as she remarked, it's not as simple as people wanting to disguise who they are with their costume. I suppose it's like a safe form of extroversion. An excuse to be that loud person inside that you might've been a bit shy to let loose. Or you could just be creative and like seeing what you can make out of a teapot, a mothball and a sock. Imagination's a crazy thing. Fancy dress gives us an excuse to play pretend for a day...even if we shouldn't really need an excuse to be a little bit silly at all.
By the way: Yeah so myspace lied. I may not be turning 100, but today really is my birthday :) June 17 The second hand unwinds...OK so pretty much all of you will know that I'm first year uni now. At the end of last year we all said nice goodbyes, comiserated our lack of 'muck up day' (renamed 'dressup day' in the schools attempt at discouraging the usual pattern of events that generally included the egging of at least one school building and the tram stop), took group formal (dance/ prom/ whatever) pictures dressed up in all our finery, signed our uniforms and left, to commence our journey off into the wild blue yonder. Naturally there are some people I haven't seen since then. Sure I may have said hello to them on msn once when I was being driven mad by boredom and/or added them on myspace, but my question ladies and gentlemen, is this: At what point is it appropriate to not say hello to people that you were acquainted with?
OK so at the big huge public library for an emergency psychology cram session I saw one such person. And I was dilemma-tised. What do I do? What DO I do? what do I DO? WHAT do I...OK I'll stop. I didn't particularly want to stop my group of friends as we were leaving, to go up to this person that I didn't REALLY know that well who was with his friends, just to say hi. But then I also felt it was the polite thing to do. Now that I think about it, what if he'd seen me and thought "oh, the snob, wont even come say hi"? The onus was on me; I was the one walking past, but he was sitting so he had an excuse not to come over. I however had nowhere to hide. Should I bother telling my friends that I'll be back in a minute, and taking those few steps towards him. And then, then even if I do what happens then? We really don't have anything to say to each other. A few awkward "hello"'s a "so how've you been" and a "wow that's a huge psychology textbook" later and what's been accomplished? How little do you have to have known each other before it is perfectly acceptable not to say hi to each other? To keep walking and pretend that you haven't seen each other until the reunion in 50 years time, when you're back to exchanging faux niceties. I know there's some people that I would have absolutely no qualms about doing that to now. But those people. The ones that you knew; weren't especially close to but didn't have any problems with...Are you meant to say hi? or conversely what if he saw me coming and thougt "Oh god no, don't come over, I don't know you well, and I dont need to"... Ah well. Thats my mountain out of a molehill. Not that big deal, but there ye go Fillet- yes I use the public library.
And did I go over and say hi? Yes I did. It's the polite thing to do.
June 14 Its here again.So it's that time of year: when people get the shakes from too much coffee (though personally I hate coffee and instead go the sugar loaded tea option), study till 3:30 am and then freak that they'll oversleep the next day, yep, its here again *drumroll*......
exam time.
Eveyones panicking and running around like a cross between a furry critter on some kind of wheel and a chicken with its head cut off (headless chook on a wheel? now that's just cruel). We're definitely Larmed, but dont seem to be very Lert.
Had a psych exam yesterday morning in an icebox - three long sleeve layers, a denim jacket, a scarf and jeans and I was still one degree off hypothermia. The verdict? Behavioural Neuroscience is slightly evil (though it involved tinkering around with different bits of your brain, so really what can one expect?) and Quantitative Methods (the math??? part of psych) is verily much more eviler.* Slightly happier with the sensation and perception questions:
Q3459807685.2 What is red?
a) The longest wavelength of light to which the eye can respond.
b) The colour of a traffic light meaning stop, when seen by two people.
c) Something which we percieve as a certain colour from a specific part of the spectrum.**
d) An impossible question to answer on a multiple choice exam.
Yes everybody the answers d. Seriously. Confirmed by lecturer and all. Gotta love that :)
I've a programming exam tomorrow arvo and a math one next friday- all in the same place... maybe I'll just take along my electric blanket, but why stop there? What do we reckon would happen if I turned up in my pyjamas? cos I don't reckon they'd care....
HUGS TO ALL (yes, even you) and lay off the coffee- your eye's twitching.
L.
*(intentional poor english there- don't be pedantic.)
** there was some other option here but it was similar to the others. I can't be expected to remember them word for word!! June 09 Yes, it's me, I'm still here.* We interrupt this broadcast for a short infomercial*
Don't act all happy to see me, I know what you've been up to. Fraternising with her (Dodgy time-delayed live spaces gave me 'Fatenising' the first time I wrote that and I happen to like that version, so it's staying in). Anyway. The point of this entry is not to let you know that I know you all run around behind my back *yes you, no don't look at him* *and you, and quite frankly him I could understand but you? I expected better of you.* though I do, the point was to tell you that there shall be no more poetry in the very immediate future, 'cos yeah. just because. There will be blogs. Blogs like there were in the good ol' days when the sun shone and seagull mafioso's ran off with your chips. When be-afro-ed men tried to conceal their bald spots, and Americans gave us the contagious fat disease. Oh yes. Blogs. Will. Be. Back.
Watch this space.
And you can let her know as well.... |
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