The more you see the less you know (David)

It’s been a fair while since my last post, I sincerely apologise for that. As a result of my long absence from this blog, this is gonna be a long one and since most people cant be bothered reading the whole blog, I have outlined the paragraphs and their respective topics:
– Moving into college
– Uni – including lining up 24 hrs for commerce ball
– Friendships and my thoughts on girls
– Balance

Well semester started with me packing my bags and moving into Janet Clarke Hall. Naturally I was very excited and this excitement doubled as I unlocked my room and had a glance inside. It’s the best room ever! High ceilings, quaint furnishings and the best of all, an open fireplace! My window faces west which allows me to witness the beautiful yellow-orange-red sunsets, its soooooooo romantic. Decorated with a few posters and some of my favourite things, the room feels like home. The experience itself at college has been good so far. It was a bit daunting the first week or so entering into an environment where everyone knew each other and I was the new kid on the block; a bit like starting at a new school. But the people here are friendly and that makes the whole experience a whole lot easier. Being part of the footy team has been good too. We are playing against Trinity this Sunday and I can’t wait to kick their arse. The food here is OK, I have never been picky about food anyway. Sure it’s repetitive (I think I have had potatoes for about 18 consecutive days) but that’s no different from home. My parents aren’t chefs who come up with something special every night. To be honest, I think I am eating healthier here because i always have brekky (at home there’s always the morning rush), I don’t have as much junk food (cos I have to buy them now). The lifestyle here is fantastic – everything I ever imagined it to be. I still make my classes if I sleep in; if I ever forget anything my room is only a short walk away from uni; I get to escape the noise of my family and enjoy peace and quiet when I want to (well except for the trams on royal parade); I get to invite friends over whenever and roast marshmallows on the fire; I don’t have to fork out a fortune for a cab home after a night out; the CBD is a short ride away; I don’t have to spend time on public transport to get home for dinner. I still can’t believe how little TV I have watched since living here. For 3 weeks, the only TV I have watched is the Tour de France.

I wasn’t looking forward to uni at all, especially with all the excitement of moving into college. Even now, it still feels like the holidays. I thought that beginning semester two would be a lot easier than semester one but I was wrong. After 6 weeks of relaxing and carefree holidays, the first week of uni was a bit of a shock with unfamiliar faces everywhere and the boring nature of lectures – it was back to the impersonal environment of university where everyone is together during classes but after classes, diverge on the own life, as though everyone has more important things to do. I am not liking it so much this semester; I have lost my motivation already. I am behind in my study already, that’s what I get for joining facebook. I was one of those fools who lined up for 24hrs to secure tickets to the annual Commerce Ball. I am a hypocrite as I bagged those people who lined up Krispy Kreme donuts. Well if the ball turns out to be better than donuts, then my decision is justified…sort of.

My friendships aren’t doing well this semester. I am pissed off at some and with others it’s awkward – I think it’s something to do with reassurance or security or something like that. On a slightly similar topic – girls – girls are so damn confusing (probably one of the most common complaints by guys, right up there with itchy jocks). Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe girls do act rationally, maybe they believe that guys have feelings too, maybe girls don’t actually drop clues and expect guys to read their minds. Just maybe? Or maybe I am an example of how single sex schools fail. Nah no way, I think it’s the teeny weeny chance that girls are actually complicated beings.

One aspect I am finding very difficult in life at the moment is balance. Now that I am living away from home, I have sort of neglected my family. My mum is constantly calling to say how much she misses me (its only been 3 weeks and I have seen her once or twice in that time) and I have a younger brother who wants to spend time with me. I guess what Im trying to say is that in this modern day, it’s so hard to balance between living for yourself and living for others. The media and our peers emphasise so much on living for yourself – that is, attaining as much happiness as you can for YOURSELF. Clubbing, restaurants, expensive clothes, drinking beer (that’s not my opinion, just a general statement) – having FUN, isn’t that what uni is all about? That’s what they told me in high school anyway. After all, there’s a direct correlation between getting drunk every night and happiness isn’t there? And I can see myself transforming with that mentality which I am uncomfortable with. Shit, this paragraph doesn’t make a whole lotta sense does it? Sorry I just had to get it off my chest and I don’t have another blog to send my thoughts into cyberspace.

From now on, I am gonna try post more regularly with shorter posts.

Bye