Renting, New Year's, Morons and Back To Class.
This post is about my new year’s, struggling to find an apartment, and OH MY GOD UNI STARTS IN ONE DAY WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF.
So I’ll start off with the university-related thingy: summer semester is starting soon! I have to repeat Chemistry 2, which I could have done during Semester 2 of this year, or over the summer semester. I thought to myself: I should do it over summer, it’s not like I have much else to do. But god, I’m dreading going back. It feels like I haven’t even started relaxing – plus I have nowhere to stay at present. I should probably ring up my granny later and ask if she still has a room I can lay low in for about a month.
My least favourite part of Chemistry is the practicals. I suck at Chemistry. I’ll always be the first to admit it. It interests me, but for some reason I can’t make connections like others can when put on the spot. Plus my tutor from last semester’s chemistry has left me permanently scarred – treated me like an idiot whilst not answering my questions, as if that’s what I needed. Sigh!
And looking at my timetable, it seems the lectures go for two hours. TWO HOURS OF CHEMISTRY EVERYONE. *flees*
I’ve been house-hunting the last two months with a very close friend of mine and her boyfriend, so far unsuccessfully. It seems that it is very difficult for first-time renters our age. One apartment we were rejected for was back on the market afterwards, slightly cheaper. Something tells me we’re going to have to be very very lucky to get an apartment… Ridiculous really.
On to New Years! I’ll try to paint the picture, in reality this would take a lot longer to explain if I was to do it properly.
Basically, I was going to a Steampunk/Neo-Victorian Ball for new year’s, called Euchronia. My two house mates agreed to come – let’s call them Jeremy and Gertrude, but another two of my friends from a totally different circle also wanted to come, let’s call them Beatrice and Gaylord.
Oh heck, let’s cut the story even shorter. Beatrice acted like a total ditz the entire night, spoke to millions of people, and tried to drag me around, even though introverts (read: me) don’t exactly party in a similar manner to extroverts (ie. her). She spent the night telling me how much she hated *all of my other friends except the ones she spoke to, ie. none.* and exactly why she hated them, which is because they don’t buy expensive clothes. Basically, Beatrice acted like a spoilt brat the entire night and expected me to put up with this.
Gaylord, on the other hand, is a perfectly fun and functioning human being. Except that he has a mega-crush on me. Of the gaping and staring and awkward compliments variety. So even though I think he’s quite awesome, and even though I’ve told him to back off, he still tends to make it amazingly awkward. SO AWKWARD. I’d like to have spent more time with him except that he told me my voice is like ambrosia. And, totally dead-pan, “you’re. so. gorgeous.” This happened a few times. He was rather drunk the entire night, and was all touchy-feely and for obvious reasons, his company was not too welcome.
So I spent most of the night with my other friends, Jeremy and Gertrude. Which made Beatrice *incredibly angry,* and Gaylord *incredibly sad.* At the end of the party, Jeremy and Gertrude had left, and somehow Gaylord, Beatrice and I had been invited into the member’s lounge, where I was lounging and trying to keep my spirits high, which is hard at 2:30 in the morning when you don’t drink, and ditzy and drooly are all you have for company.
One guy in a particularly awesome outfit came over to us and started talking to Gaylord and Beatrice, not saying anything much to me but watching me most of the time. He invited us back to some place he was staying where apparently a few other members were going back, for an after-party of the dodgiest description I’ve ever heard in my life. Beatrice and Gaylord, one being drunk and the other a moron, were like: YAY WOO LET’S GO, THIS WILL BE AWESOME, SHANNON, CAN WE GO, LET’S GO! Needless to say I smiled politely, said I was really tired, and dragged the unbearable duo back to Gaylord’s place, where he invited me to sleep in his bed and I may have responded with a very harsh, GOOD. NIGHT, as I joined Beatrice (who actually pushed me off the bed at some point in the night).
People. That is all.
Bad tutor! *anger* What is a teacher if they entertain the good students and do not help those that need it!! *rah rah rah*
On the bright side… bright(ish) side, I’m glad you acted responsibly in some pretty iffy situations. Though will agree that parties are not always fun when you’re sober and other people are not. ( and I say that without implying that one wants to get drunk in that situation, because you don’t.)
I had questionable company, that didn’t help! ^_^ normally I don’t mind at all if my friends are drinking – just the unique combination of drunk and lovesick made for unpleasant. 🙁
I was just unlucky with tutors/supervisors/thingies I think. Most people I’ve spoken to have nearly not believed my story cause they’ve only heard good of the MelbUni supervisors… Ah well. In theory I will do better next time!