I did end up writing 1/3 of my essay today so I’m feeling less stressed but I can’t relax yet.
I went to a party at Brendan’s again, except I thought someone there would take photos, they’re all Asians from Monash, but no one did, so I took one when I came home.
Met some new people who were very friendly and loud if not patronizing (well, one of them was, when I couldn’t figure out how to shoot in Halo). It was a good night with lots of music and laughing and me scaring someone over and over again and there was some drinking.
Ooh actually this might be the kind of claw they were thinking of?
I had a pretty good day today. Had a massive Friends reminisce with Janet and Christine at lunch today, and laughed so hard that everyone at the table just shook their head at us like we’re retarded or something.
I like being that friend that someone goes to for comfort, or to talk things through with, because it 1) makes me feel useful 2) makes me feel like I am accomplishing and wanted in life and 3) it allows me to make a crapola GIF about it.
I think the best thing about me (ohh here comes the self promotion) is that I usually don’t take friends’ problems away with me and internalize it. I mean I mull over it but not to the extent of OMG I HAVE TO FIX THIS NAO kind of deal.
I thought that the screenshot of the screenshot was actually more amusing than just the original shot, because right beforehand I said that he looked fine, but then I timed it badly and he turned out drunk.
I hope I blurred out the right bits.
Yeah so today was my day off, and I did some study, watched some new NCIS and HIMYM, and generally didn’t do much. I should sleep soon, for Uni tomorrow, so this is a short post.
I know it’s a cop-out but TECHNICALLY this was taken after midnight so everything’s all good.
Going on from where my last post left off, in case you’re too lazy to read the blog post itself:
After we left Billboard and made our way back to Swanston, we realized that we’d just missed all the trams for the night that go to Bel’s apartment. Ignoring the pain in my feet (Julia is a tank, she wasn’t in pain at all), we started on our leisurely stroll to Bel’s apartment (except at Julia’s walking speed which, in case you don’t know her, would make her future children speed walking champions). I tried to keep warm by singing the whole time, and Julia’s complete nonchalance to my musical attempts meant that I had to be the backup vocals too.
We got back to the apartment and, it being half past 1 in the morning, we cat-footed our way around the dark apartment, opting to shower the next day as to not wake Bel’s family. Julia took the mattress on the floor and I took the couch, which was leather. Here, I must recount the moment when, after I’d fallen asleep, the sweat on the back of my hand stuck to the leather and when I changed position, the ripping of my hand off the couch was possibly one of the more painful experiences in my life. How can something so little hurt so much? (That…is what she said.)
Bel left for uni early, so I was half awake at around the time the sun rose. Julia woke once or twice, each time rolling over to sleep more, but finally at around 8:30 we both gave up trying to continue sleeping and simply started the sluggish morning rituals.
After waiting a while for her phone to charge, and talking in semi-whispers in fear of waking Bel’s sister who might not have even been in, we went to DeGraves for brunch (oh, by the way, my sweat soaked Metcard – yes, ew – works, if not after a hesitant click from the turnstile). Dropping her off at Flinders Station so she could go to Uni, I made my way back to my own Uni, bumping into a newly made friend on the tram.
The rest of the day was spent in a sort of sore, tired stupor, and finishing class at 6:15 did not help.
So here’s the predictable I LOVE MUSIC CONCERTS conclusion. I’m not quite sure if I want my next time to have two drunks right next to me, and I have yet to experience a concert where I wasn’t fighting for breath every three seconds, but the thrill of having a stranger next to you hold you up while you’re both leaping to the music is something I want to experience again.
Also, massive thanks to Julia who stuck with me the whole time, Pearl for exchanging amused looks with me the whole time, and Louis who tried his utmost to shield me from the worst of the moshing.
I went out today! Wow. Originally, the idea was to go to Monash Uni for O-week (not that I need to, but I have friends there), then go out for dinner and drinks with another group of friends. Well, O-week trip got cancelled, so instead we went to Tiffany’s house. We watched HIMYM, ate Nandos, and then took pictures with Photobooth (cos when you are near a Mac, you have to do it). We decided to make the Belinda-Face:
(The girl in the foreground thought that she was out of frame. Her face is hilariously blank.)
While on Tiffany’s Facebook account, I decided to give her a job. She became the CEO and Founder of United Society of Lame (aka USoLame). Subsequently, the rest of our group had to join, and so I became USoLame’s Personnel Eradicator.
So then I took the tram up to the city, and the ride took nearly an hour, with me busting for the bathroom since the first 5 minutes.
I ate dinner at Giraffe with Cathy’s group, minus Cathy, obviously, seeing as she’s in Switzerland (I think Giraffe is becoming this group’s official hangout or something). Then afterwards we went to Madame Brussels, which I went to at the end of 2009, and had drinks. I forgot it’s name, but this drink called Passionfruit Punch or something tasted really great, and very minty.
I went to Steven’s farewell party today (this photo was taken by OJ), but I had to leave early, so I missed out on the group photo:
It’s such a weird feeling to think that Steven is now in another state. I know that I’ve basically been talking to him for over a month about this, but all that time he’d been in Melbourne. And now he’s in Queensland!
I wonder if I’ll make the mistake of asking where he is at Uni come Feb 28.
Life keeps going though, and it is naive to think that all my friends will stay in one place with me.
So when I started Project 365 I thought, hey, I have nearly an entire year to find someone and then take a really cute picture on Valentines day and then it might somehow make up for the really boring year beforehand!
Well…I kind of had a good year, and there were plenty of photos where I was with someone else, so the crushing loneliness of the actual Valentines Day wasn’t so bad.
Just kidding, I’d actually been offered to hang out on Monday, but I turned it down because I’d started feeling ill (which turned out to be a good choice because I spent the next few days feeling oof). So I shan’t complain.
To Julia, my first Valentine who I then gave up because Annie started shouting infidelity: I think you and I are both secretly grateful because I would have annoyed you so much, but the official party-line is that I would have been awesome. To Brendan, my subsequent backup Valentine: Sorry I was so shit at being cute and all that. I’d planned to say some really sweet things but then I…yeh. GOOD LUCK BRO!