Arrrghhhh
Yes I am back to argghhhh mode... watched Idol, it was pretty dull. Have eaten heaps of food because it is the time of semester where I stack back on any weight I lost due to exercise or backpacking due to assignment related stress. Yay. Steamed dumplings.
Now back in room, trying to keep on plodding with crap reading... now, my lightbulb has been blown for about 3 weeks now or more. We don't have a ladder or high enough chairs so I actually have no way to change it. It's like a bad "how many blah blah does it take to change a lightbulb" joke except the lightbulb isn't getting changed at all dammit. It's a bit of a problem as I am now sitting here trying to read stuff about Stalinism by fairy light. Yes... fairy light. It isn't good for my eyes, it isn't good for my patience and its not aiding my understanding of our totalitarian dictator friend. Grrr and I can't go downstairs and work cos my brain doesn't function in a communal environment, I will just end up making crude jokes and eating icecream.
Plus I saw an ad for that new channel 10 show called Tripping Over which Mel and I are wetting ourselves with anticipation over and there was a scene where they were on Oxford Street and I knew exactly where they were and it made me wanna go back. I've been out about 4 times this whole semester... in London I used to go out 4 times a week. I have met a grand total of about 10 new people this semester, I used to share dorms with more new people than that. Arrrggghhh *bangs head on wall* I miss it so much. I hate everything being predictable and normal. I work from 9 to 5. On Mondays I go to uni, never do the readings and bullshit my way through class discussions really effectively. Every night I come back and watch the telly or try and do work or do my laundry or wash dishes or listen to music. Nothing controversial happens, nothing different happens, nothing exciting happens and I know I have to do this for at least another year and a bit until I can go away again.
I mean I have great friends, I like my job, but I miss the excitement and thrills and learning and adventures. Sydney is so same same. Everyone is "scene" and it makes you wonder where the hell the normal people are. It's a beautiful city blah blah blah but sometimes it's like a pretty shoe that you wear but it doesn't quite fit properly and it gives you blisters. Not to mention that there is a huge drought of nice straight boys... what kind of city has 5 single women for every straight single guy? It's abnormal.
There are people that I really miss and it's surprising me how much I am noticing it... I can't wait for uni to finish, but my wanderlust is already nagging again and I know it is going to be a long time before I can satiate it and quite frankly it depresses me at times. Some people crave stability, and maybe I will eventually too, but at the moment, I don't.
Now back in room, trying to keep on plodding with crap reading... now, my lightbulb has been blown for about 3 weeks now or more. We don't have a ladder or high enough chairs so I actually have no way to change it. It's like a bad "how many blah blah does it take to change a lightbulb" joke except the lightbulb isn't getting changed at all dammit. It's a bit of a problem as I am now sitting here trying to read stuff about Stalinism by fairy light. Yes... fairy light. It isn't good for my eyes, it isn't good for my patience and its not aiding my understanding of our totalitarian dictator friend. Grrr and I can't go downstairs and work cos my brain doesn't function in a communal environment, I will just end up making crude jokes and eating icecream.
Plus I saw an ad for that new channel 10 show called Tripping Over which Mel and I are wetting ourselves with anticipation over and there was a scene where they were on Oxford Street and I knew exactly where they were and it made me wanna go back. I've been out about 4 times this whole semester... in London I used to go out 4 times a week. I have met a grand total of about 10 new people this semester, I used to share dorms with more new people than that. Arrrggghhh *bangs head on wall* I miss it so much. I hate everything being predictable and normal. I work from 9 to 5. On Mondays I go to uni, never do the readings and bullshit my way through class discussions really effectively. Every night I come back and watch the telly or try and do work or do my laundry or wash dishes or listen to music. Nothing controversial happens, nothing different happens, nothing exciting happens and I know I have to do this for at least another year and a bit until I can go away again.
I mean I have great friends, I like my job, but I miss the excitement and thrills and learning and adventures. Sydney is so same same. Everyone is "scene" and it makes you wonder where the hell the normal people are. It's a beautiful city blah blah blah but sometimes it's like a pretty shoe that you wear but it doesn't quite fit properly and it gives you blisters. Not to mention that there is a huge drought of nice straight boys... what kind of city has 5 single women for every straight single guy? It's abnormal.
There are people that I really miss and it's surprising me how much I am noticing it... I can't wait for uni to finish, but my wanderlust is already nagging again and I know it is going to be a long time before I can satiate it and quite frankly it depresses me at times. Some people crave stability, and maybe I will eventually too, but at the moment, I don't.
posted by Ashlee at 9:26:00 pm
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