Okay, remember how in my previous post I was all "I need to get on top of the concept of time, blah blah blah"?
You have all just become witnesses to my tendency to defy accountability...because I still have not completed the aforementioned task, of time-concept-mastery. But I have a plan.
This week, I will commit to writing a blog post each and every night, detailing the day's events, sharing my thoughts and opinions...you get the drift.
Because as far as I see it, this will force me to actually think about looking at timeframes, my responsibilities, etc. And maybe, just maybe, I'll get some things done that actually NEED DOING.
So with that said, I'll just give a little re-cap of Week 2. Like Week 1, Week 2 ended with a bit of a revelation. The first week I asked myself, "What am I DOING here?!"...and on the Friday that just passed, my profound question was: "Am I in the WRONG course?!"
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Let me explain.
I'm taking Principles of Marketing as my breadth subject for this semester. While writing has always been my main passion, and journalism has always been my career of choice, I have also always been interested in businesses, commerce and really, when it comes down to it, just MONEY in general. So I was sitting in a two-hour Marketing lecture Friday afternoon, and the unexpected thought just hit me like a brick.
Oh my God. I think I'm in the wrong course.
Am I really meant to be in Arts? Do I really enjoy spending each and every day analysing texts and studying the theories of other people who like going off about books/plays/democracy/whatever subjects it is that I'm studying?
I just felt like perhaps I'd made a teeny-weeny mistake. Then I wondered, do I REALLY want to become a journalist? Or is it just a matter of me embedding that career in my mind as my ONLY option? Was I answering the question of 'what do you want to be when you grow up' out of passion, or simply habit?
Writing is a passion of mine, there's no doubt about that. But I guess it just occurred to me that perhaps I should be studying something a bit more solid, like Commerce, and working on creative pursuits on the side. I did a bit of research and a lot of people say that it's not really so much a degree that gets you into journalism, but actual experience.
At the end of the day, I couldn't have gotten into Commerce even if I wanted to - because I dropped Maths at the end of Year 11. Honestly, my goal the whole way through was not to get into a specific course, but rather to get into Melbourne Uni, full stop. I always knew I needed to end up here at some point - even in Grade Six, I wrote "Get into Melbourne Uni" as one of my "Life Goals to Achieve." So I was basically always thinking inside that bubble, and not really considering anything outside of that.
...
Now, this is where I have to come back, and justify my decision to study Arts in the end. Like I said before - I've always wanted to be a journalist. Writing is the one thing I have never given up on, no matter how much my efforts or abilities have infuriated me. No matter how crap I've felt my writing is, I always come back to it. Because it's something I feel the need to do. Basically: it's my passion.
That's not what I'm questioning. I'm just questioning whether I closed off my options by undertaking an Arts degree. Which I guess in itself sounds a bit weird, but now that I'm looking at Commerce as a viable option...
...Hmmm. I know I've read before about what you have to do if you want to transfer from Arts to Commerce. I'll have to read up on that again. I think at the moment though, I'll just take this semester as it comes, and re-evaluate everything over the holidays. I'll admit, it's pretty silly to be so concerned after the second week, but it was something that just popped into my mind out of nowhere and gave me a bit of a jolt.
So much to think about...I guess I'll distract myself from such thoughts by doing my subject readings. Agh.
See you tomorrow, same time, same place. :)
Apparently, cheesy pick-up lines are all the rage right now. I've been hearing them everywhere: in uni, out of uni, on facebook, off facebook... oh right, it's because Bez started it.
Ever since that darned physics lesson, we've been scouring the internet and such for the lamest lines we can find. I can give you five off the top of my head right now:
1. Bond. James Bond.
2. I've got skittles in my mouth. Wanna taste the rainbow?
3. You must be a magnet because it looks like you're attracted to my buns of steel.
4. I saw a lightbulb today and it reminded me of you and how you light up my world.
5. You must be from Pearl Harbour because, baby, you are the bomb!
I must ask, has anybody ever used pick-up lines with success? Bez has tried various times with Jack Sparrow and I and has so far, failed miserably. Only hyena laughter and extreme facial blushing has resulted. No dates yet. Jack and I are still waiting for the golden line.
I haven't tried any myself yet, but my time will come and rest assured, you will know about it. Look forward to it, dear readers, because I assure you it will not be pretty.
Most of the lines I’ve come across are disgusting at worst and amusing at best. It makes me wonder how people even get together in the first place. If anyone has a answer, feel free to tell because I’m completely clueless.
And what of the relationship afterwards? Is it possible to build a strong, lasting relationship on such a shaky foundation? Or is the result a simple one night stand? I guess that may be something flighty married couples might enjoy... without consent of the other :P
Good luck for your future endeavours, Bez. I’m not going to be a good friend and let you cry on my shoulder when the one thousandth stranger shoots you down. Instead, I’m going to be your best friend and tell you: “HAHAHA suck! You so deserve it.”
Harsh? Nahh. Let's face it, no matter what I say or what I do, Bez will always come back to me. We complement each other perfectly and two halves make one ;)
I just realised that would make for a lame pick-up line. God help me please, I swear it was unintended. I’m going to stop talking about these things before they start spurting out of my mouth like vomit from a baby.
Till next time,
~Your divine goddess, Aphrodite the Second: Silvia
I keep seeing this guy. I don't know who he is, I don't know anything about him. But I see him everywhere... it's weird. When you have premonitions, it's wise to keep it to yourself. History and crappy thriller movies have taught me as much. But I failed to take this on and told Bez. She'd managed to stay calm about my visions but did that last? Noooooo.
Physics again with Jack Sparrow and Bez. We were having a conversation about something trivial. It may have concerned underwear, but I’ll get to that later.
My eyes drifted and suddenly went wide like supersized dinner plates. I walloped Bez's forearm and made frantic half-pointing-half-jerking motions with my hands. The guy I kept seeing was sitting right in front of me! Fate is scary, though it could be karma at work.
Jack looked at us, completely bewildered and Bez explained, “She sees him everywhere.”
“Ooooh.” Jack's eyes glinted and a shudder rippled down my torso. “Go introduce yourself.”
“What? No!”
That guy was the guy I kept seeing around and that was the way I wanted to keep it- all mysterious and creepy so that I’d have something disturbing to tell my grandchildren when I’m eighty.
A nasty grin lit up Jack's face and he leaned over the desk.
Crap! I thought.
“Hey, man!” he called.
“No, no, no!” I yelped, leaning over Bez and whacking him with what I thought was the strength of a gorilla on protein shakes. But seeing as Jack didn't so much as shy, I think I was really hitting him like a little girl.
“Yeah, no,” Bez added, “you're gunna make her cry.”
Now that just hurt. I would not have cried. I have yet to discover and develop my inner feelings, if I have any at all.
“Huhh...” Jack Sparrow mused. “I really wanna introduce you two.”
Thank god the guy was too busy talking to his friends.
“Hell no,” I muttered under my breath. I really did not need that. Just the thought of going up to a stranger and initiating conversation made me sweat with horror. I honestly thought that might have been the end of that. But as it was me... of course it wasn't. Everything in my life goes ten notches worse.
I think we were giggling about 'How I Met Your Mother', I don't have a photographic memory of our conversation, but all of a sudden, I watch in horror as Bez leans over and pokes the guy I see everywhere with her pen. I only had time to mentally utter one quick prayer- oh dear god, no- before he turned around.
“Hi,” Bez said brightly, “what's your name?”
“Umm...” he said, looking warily at her as though she was some kind of too-friendly freak. And who could blame him? Something so random and unwanted, it would probably come back to bite him in the butt. Reluctantly, he answered, “Daniel.”
“Hi,” I butted in, before Bez could say anything concerning me, “I'm Silvia.”
“Yeah, she's Silvia,” Bez nodded, then added unnecessarily, “she sees you everywhere.”
Oh %^%^&*56%6%&**%#%^@^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could feel my gut shrivel like a dried prune.
“Um... yeah,” I said weakly and avoiding eye contact, not knowing how to explain that without sounding like a psychopathic stalker.
Daniel looked at me with something mirroring disgust and turned back to his friends.
Oh hell, I thought, awkward.
Well, at least Jack and Bez had a good laugh at my expense- I don't think I'll be able to look at the guy again.
We also had a good laugh at another girl. Bez and I didn't even notice anything till Jack pointed it out. We craned our necks and spotted a girl with a bright red bra spilling out of her shirt. Her girls may as well have waved at us and said, “LOOK AT THIS, YA JEALOUS?”
We could not stop snorting. Our shoulders were shaking and our faces had gone fire-hydrant red.
“Pervert!” I accused Jack.
He was very interested in the girl- he wanted to know if she was doing it on purpose. When Jack asked that, he had a very innocent and naive expression on his face that belied his true nature. I don't think Jack could stop looking at the girl's bra because he rested his head on the table and came up with more lovely phrases about her.
“Stop looking at her boobs!” Bez said in exasperation.
“How can I?” Jack demanded. “I'm resting and it's in my line of vision!”
Then we had an enlightening discussion about girls perving on girls.
“Oh,” Jack said in disappointment. “She put a jumper on.”
Craning our necks again, we saw that she now sported a lovely navy jumper.
Probably, I thought, because she could feel Jack's eyes burning two holes in her sexy, saucy and seductive bra.
Those two are a detriment to my health, so why do I enjoy hanging out with them so much?
~Silvia
Well what fun modays are, i love them actually :D. Well i love uni soooo much, its soo much more fun then school i think. I love all the people and lectures and tutes (well mostly, i dont like biol much or chem soo far, and i havent had a crim one yet). But anyway I have made soooo many new friends, thanks to mooney i shall call her! But of course i wouldnt have met mooney without genny so thank you genny :D. I love all my new friends we are all so interesting and different, like genny lived on a boat for years, and mooney is just an amasing unstereotypical asian i love her haha plutonically (not sure if i spelt it right but yeah haha).
I love all my friends, they are soo different and interesting and have soo many different views on things its just fascinating to talk to them i love them all. I love my group of friends at Whitley, Gregor you play the baritone guitar soo well i love you and the music you write is amasing, i would marry you if i had the chance, just kidding haha. Bumble Bee your sooo funny to throw popcorn at and get into slap fights with. Shiam your soo quite but interesting to talk too, cant wait to know you better. Tinny your so fun to hug, even though you dont like it sometimes and i just love you haha. Yenny your just a riot to be around, soooooo funny. LieKun your soo wierd, but funny at times, half the time i have no idea whats going through your mind haha. And Agness and Dhala you are just fun to listen to chat away in srilankanesse (i forgot your language, sorry :D) also your fun to talk to till 4 in the morning. By the way, all fake names so i doubt youll have any idea what I'm rambling on about but i just love my friends, and to all of the others which i dont know soo well i would love to get to know you better.
I love lectures, they arent like school at all, I personally dont scrawl down notes, Im like a sponge, i just absorb things and let them stick in me, although when a sponge gets too full water escapes so hopefully that doesnt matter much haha. But i love the lectures, well most, soo much especially my crim and chem ones those guys are fun and lovely to listen too. I especially love crim, its amasing sooo many ideas and views over something that could be simple although is very philosophical i love it and thinking about it. I love everyone else scratching down notes and me just sitting there absorbing the ideas like they are water :D. I feel like such a know it all in calc 1 because i did specialist (only got 28) but i remember what we are doing soo well so i sit and scrawl pictures of songs all over my notes, i did chocolates and cigarettes by angus and julia stone today, they are my favourite song and band of all times, i love them sooooo much :D.
Tutorials are sort of boring, they are like a class room in year 12, boringlicious. I dont like biol anymore! i liked our old tutor but then we got a new one which is annoying and treats us like little kids, grow up this is uni! And there is such an annoying mature student in our biol tute, like when we first had it we went around and said our names and something about ourselves and anyway, when it got to me i did what i did at college when we did that, i said hi im will and im an alcoholic, because i got alot of laughs at college and it was a good convo starter, not an alco tho. Anyway everyone laughed soo hard, except miss mature student who gave me the death stare, get a life! seriously! Thank god mooney and genny are in that they make it fun! I like a chick in my calc tute as well, she seems really nice and we talked alot and she did the same thing as me, went to the spesh exam hung over (p.s dont dooo that anyone, really its bad!). So all over tutes are okay but i preffer lectuers really
I have decided that staircases are my mortal enemy again!!! in grade 8 i think it was i fell up a stair and broke my foot, embarising! anyway after our biol tute today me mooney and genny decided to race the elevator waiting people to the bottom floor of the redmond barry building from the fith floor, i fell down 6 times on that race. We won though which is all that matters haha. I find it funny though that i have this enemy of stairs i mean pathetic much.
Well summing up i love life right now, although im not enjoying some people that try to push things on you like whats right and wrong, i believe in a free agent individual in that we control everything we do in our lives except what we were born with. So i get really frustrated when people say things that you shouldnt do or be, like for example being different, smoking, gay people and stuff like that. I dont understand that, they live their own lives let them be different like mooney, one of the most random and fun people i have ever met, dont conform. Let gay people be gay, they were born like that! if god made them or whatever you believe in (i dont believe in god btw, but i like all religions, i find them interesting like dhala is a buddist, so interesting btw!) then they were supposed to be like that nothing demonic, just leave everyone alone, and if you want to smoke goo nuts, its your body, do what you want, dont let other people run your life :D. Sorry its just one person really really got on my nerves at uni for stuff like that, such a inconsiderate douche, sorry about that :D.
So that is my rant about uni, i love it sooo much!!!
Wow. I seriously need to get on top of this time management bizzo, otherwise my priorities (in particular writing Blog Entries) are just going to fall by the wayside.
I MUST NOT LET THIS HAPPEN.
Anyhoo – ah. First Ever Week of University = DUNZO. I must say, I was pretty darn exhausted by mid-week. And considering my Arts timetable must look like paradise to students from other courses…I guess I really am in the right course, then. ;)
How was it? Interesting seems the right word at the present moment. As each and every day brought something new to the picture, the whole week was filled with feelings of anticipation and…well, honestly, absolute dread.
Dread soon turned to relief though, after the initial awkward introductions and life-saving ice-breaker exercises. If there’s one thing I took away from that entire week, it’s that turning to the person next to you and just saying “Hi, yaddah yaddah” will not make the walls of whatever building you’re in at that point in time crash down around you, and who knows? You might end up smack bang in the middle of a friendly conversation.
-DISCLAIMER: The words ‘yaddah yaddah’ may not be the most ideal icebreaker. Which is why I inserted completely different words in their place. On second thought, opening a conversation with the words ‘yaddah yaddah’ might not be such a bad idea after all. Nothing like lighthearted banter, after all.-
Lectures are fascinating, I have to say. I like the concept of just being required to sit on your behind for an hour or two and take notes – but it’s not so simple when you’re trying to take down the RIGHT notes, whilst refraining from writing complete and utter gibberish all over your page. For the most part, it was pretty hardcore, doing all that listening. At some points – I’m not going to lie – I just sat there and thought, “Why is this information even IMPORTANT?!”… and I do still maintain that thought on some of the content in my subjects, really. I guess I’m not the hugest fan of dissecting something until I’ve lost all interest – some things I just like to enjoy for what they are, without feeling the need to spend copious amounts of time and energy analysing them. But I guess that’s what studying a topic is really all about…hmmm.
I would basically walk to each tute scared out of my mind…but it wasn’t so bad. Obviously as it’s the first week the main point was to get to know our classmates, so my brain was able to avoid getting fried…for now. One thing about tutes: you really should contribute, at least for your own peace of mind. For me, personally, it was pretty darn hard actually opening my mouth without the physical force of my hands, and in my Democracy tute you could practically hear my jaw creaking as my voice croaked out some substance-less answer… but hey, I did it. So at least next time the creaking won’t be so damaging to everyone’s eardrums. ;)
My favourite thing about uni – and I had always hoped this would be the case – is all the people you’re exposed to. People from all walks of life, with rich histories and life experiences. I love walking around campus amidst other students, knowing we’re all going somewhere different. There’s just this liveliness about the place, but at the same time it’s relaxed because everyone is completely content. It’s a really nice vibe – one I am hoping to adopt at some point. :)
So, on that note – onward to Week Two, and the rest of the semester. Hell, onward to the rest of the course! I think I may just be getting used to finally saying ‘I’m a Melbourne Uni student.’ :)
Happy Saturday!
This week has been so tiring, what with the 6am starts and thrice 4pm lunches. I am very jealous of this girl I met (!!!) who lives at a college and doesn't have to deal with trains and can return home for free food whenever she wants.
The week has also been lonely, what with not having many new friends yet, and having to call the friends I do have to find out where they are and if they are available if I don't want to be alone all day.
Also, all my money is gone. I'm not sure where. Probably into very mandatory bits and pieces for Chemistry, also lunches. At 4pm.
But except for those things, uni is pretty awesome :) None of the work has been too hard yet, and the workload isn't too huge either. I hope that doesn't change too much. Also, I get to feel superior to all the little children in their uniforms who yell in the trains. Because I am a clever, grown-up uni student! Too mature and intelligent for their gossip and overuse of "like". Some other highlights have been: the Japanese Club Kaiwa (I don't know what that means, but it was fun and I met new people :) ), microscopes with two eyepieces, and understanding Calculus.
This post has been a bit pathetic :( sorry. But I have to go study now.
Bye! Thanks for reading :)
"Oh my god," Bez groaned, putting her head in her arms. "What am I doing here? Why did I come? I'm in distress!"
"You're fine," I said absentmindedly. "You've got a five hour gap, this'll be good for you. You can learn ahead of the other people in fundamentals. Come on, don't leave me alone here. I'll be sad and lonely, no-one wants to be my friend. I need you here."
Yes, I knew I was putting Bez through hell. Who would want to attend more lectures? Especially since I was in Chemistry 1. It was like throwing a toddler into calculus. And I enjoyed watching the panic on Bez's face, muahaha. Since she had nothing to do for five hours straight, I used my charisma and good looks to persuade her into gate-crashing my chemistry and physics lectures. I'm sure she must have enjoyed some of it, since at the end we were laughing pretty hard.
It all started in physics...
"Oh my god," Bez suddenly said, sitting up straight and pointing frantically. "I think that guy's in my bio tute!"
I rolled my eyes slightly, enough to make a point but not enough to let her see. "You said that about some other asian guy," I said patiently like an adult to a child. "And it wasn't him, was it? Besides, all asians look the same. Black hair, brown eyes..."
"No," Bez insisted. "It could be! Say his name and see if he turns around. Say Quintin."
"Quintin?" I said, confused. "What kind of name is that?"
"You know, like the Tarantino guy."
"Taran- oh, you mean Quentin."
"Yeah," Bez nodded. "That one. Now say his name."
I folded my arms and looked at the back of the person's head in front of me, eyebrow slightly raised. "Quentin," I said loudly and clearly.
No reaction.
"See," I said. "That's not him."
And in the space of one hour, Bez quickly sunk deep into depression. Her head nodded sleepily as the lecturer intoned on about velocity and time, she pulled out her phone and texted and she lay her head on the table to rest.
I was also distracted. I could not help but notice that 'Quentin' had a little laptop and was facebooking. I'm a facebook junkie, I just could not stop looking at the telltale blue and white and thinking, "Yes... when I get home, I'm going to put this, this and that in my status and she and he will like it while he and they will comment..."
Apparently, Bez was fascinated by 'Quentin's' facebooking too, because at the end of the lecture she said, "His name's not Quentin, it's Jack!"
Her eyes are sharp. From about half a metre away, Bez could make out his name in little letters. Quite a feat, seeing as she sees as clearly as a gorilla stumbling in the dark.
And even though she knew Jack was not the same guy, Bez still went up to him and asked, "Are you the guy in my bio tute?"
I commend her bravery. I could have done no such thing.
I myself have not made a lot of friends in uni. Most of the friends I have made were Bez's friends first. I became their friends by default. I am truly grateful to have a friend like Bez. I know you're reading this because:
1. This is going on facebook and
2. You're a good friend and you read my posts :)
So know that I love you, Bez <3
It turns out Jack and us had a mutual friend! And the friends he was sitting with were friends with a friend of mine! Coincidence, coincidence. Fate is scary but we all found a common topic (a mutual friend and Mandarin... kind of. I don't think Bez's screechy vietnamese-accented Mandarin counts too much) and could not stop laughing. It was the type of laughing where you laughed so hard your laugh goes silent, then you bellow out like a dying whale, wheeze asthmatically and gasp, take a few deep breaths and regain control. You feel hot and giggly and when you look at your friend, you burst into giggles all over again. It was so much fun talking to Jack, we even considered crashing his history lecture, but so many people came in I felt guilty we were taking up extra seats.
Another day, another friend. Not just in real life, but also on facebook.
So, if you hear a girl asking, "Oh, hey! Are you in my bio tute?" it'll probably me Bez or me. Point it out and say, "Hey! You stole that from Bez!" It'll give us a common topic, much better than the stale: Are you a first year as well? What subjects are you doing?
Let's face it, no-one wants to repeat those answers to every single person they meet. Find something new and refreshing to ask!
I learn from the best ;)
~Silvia
I need a haircut. The ends of my hair are beginning to look like that of a frayed, straw boom.
Well I've decided that I don't really like all my friends having things to do in this hour lunch break. I'm all alone in this big hustling and bustling uni. Sitting awkwardly on south lawn while everyone else simply chatted in their little clicks made already. I felt soo awkward that I had to dash off and decided to look like I was studying for chemistry outside the lecture theatre for criminology and yet again fell down the stairs. I hate my large feet haha.
I know that everyone feels that everyone is alone and will want to talk but the last couple of times I worked up the courage to talk to a total stranger they said hi and pulled out their phones and pisses off. Its sort of depressing. Although i am the shy person so it's difficult for me. I just wish that it was simpler. I hope it gets easier.
I'm also going to have a little bitch about chemistry. Do the think it's fun to tell you that you need to get a gazillion of new things for like pracs and stuff like a duplicate notebook without actually putting it on the book list or anything. It's so bull shit!!! It anoys the crap out o'd me the jerks. Make it easier for everyone I'm my opinion!!!
It was my first official day of uni yesterday, shock, horror!
I was facing the day with apprehension. I looked forward to it because it was the start of a new chapter in my life. Yet I also dreaded it because it would mean I would be wandering around Melbourne's ridiculously sized campus by myself. And a map. And with my non-existent sense of direction (I justify that by insisting I am not a pigeon), something was sure to go wrong. Late for a lecture, perhaps. Or even stack it over a step when my nose was buried in my map.
And if you were wondering, yes, I did stack it though I didn't fall. I just regained my balance and pretended nothing happened. And I was late for a tutorial in the labyrinth of Richard Berry. How many mazes of buildings must we have at uni? Wasn't Baldwin Spencer enough?!
I was also dreading it because I knew I'd be lonely. Making friends is not an easy task but because we were all new, I think everyone had something in common to talk about. I mean, I talked to someone in every single one of my classes. I even talked to someone at the bus stop and in the chemistry Labyrinth (no, it's not a maze, that's its name). Everyone is so friendly, it did make my day go better.
I learned a lot too, not in the academic sense, but people-wise. There are so many people in uni and diversity is a given. Not only that, but also individuality. I mean, some of the people I saw would normally have made me blanch, avoid eye contact and creep away like a predatory rabbit (and to think I haven't seen Forrest Gump). But it's rather hard to do that when you're sitting less than a metre away from them. I did talk to them and what a surprise, conversation flowed like a stream. We had some things in common!
My life consists of a relatively short eighteen years. The furtherest I have been away from the protective wings of my parents are the city, and only in the past year. I know nothing of the world and my first day of uni was a real eye-opener.
May the rest of my days be the same.
~Silvia
okay well i havent exactly posted anything for a while because ever since ariving at Whitley, O week has been packed to the max! Oh and to explain the superher-o week think, for those who havent as of yet seen the whitley O week freshers, we have a super hero sort of theme going on, we are wearing bright yellow shirts with a super donut (Whitley college is shaped as a donut), also we are wearing bandanas which are really really anoying!!!!! Mine was red so my forehead is still stained red from the dye grrr.
Well moving in was no problem, everything was pretty self explanitory, heres your key etc.. pretty happy with my room :] its right next to the staircase and toilet and laundry, although someone forgot to lock the laundry and someone started doing their laundry at 6 in the morning, and woke me up, tosser haha!!!
Meeting everyone was more challenging because all my life ive known my friends so it was challenging making tons of new ones, but i know have some good pals which have similar interests and freakishly similar classes and timetables so im never actually alone in my lectures (apart from biol, that i know, someone may be there haha).
Whitley life is awesome, o-week was FULL ON though, hence i havent posted in a while (sorry :D), i still dont think my liver forgives me from the hard yards i put it through. Anyway probably the most humerous thing we have done is the fresher dance, you may have seen us, a bunch of kids with headbands, yellow t shirts, large paper donut nametags dancing to the venga boys, dont know the name of the song but it has the chorous like the venga bus is coming and everybodys jumping, new york to sanfransisco............ Really really fun and funny watching everyone do this rediculous dance infront of the public then a loud apology to the public. We also had a knack to spining around on trams whenever we hit a stop and singing you spin me right round baby right round..... LOTS OF FUN haha. Also a lot of drinking, alot and alot and alot. Sort of glad its over, but it was soooooo exhausting i slept for 20 something hours yesterday plus 9 hours of sleep last night. So tiring thats why i havent posted in a while, sorry ron :D
Anyway there was alot of fun activities like orientering around brunswick doing rediculous things like i had to eat corn flakes mixed with jelly and spag sauce, and had to eat it with my face in the bowl, no hands touching the bowl, plus i wasnt allowed to touch the ground so my team had to hold me in the air. Also one of my friends had to eat nutella mixed with marmite and mustard off a nappy infront of trams and cars haha. I had to also eat a full 10 cloves of garlic, not fun haha :D. There was much silly stuff like creating a play and displaying it infront of the public at southbank, i was a gay musical producer for the justin bieber concert, i wore tights, i dont know how you chicks stand the cold haha :D.
Anyway there was a toga party which was sooooooo much fun, although i am now covered in cuts and bruises because i was apparently trying to steal a friends fez and running away and falling over becasue my legs didnt have that much space to move in the toga haha :D. Soooo much fun.
Anyway after my long long sleep classes started, i was personally expecting more then what i got, like i had a lecture for each subject and a tute for biol and we didnt actually do anything, apart from getting introduced to the subject and how it works and maybe get some basic basic intro learning which was boring. Although i did find out one of my friends from International house is in my biol tute which is awesome!!!! so thats nice :D.
Anyway thats my little yarn about uni so far, honestly i could have written sooooo much more about whitley but i would be here for hours and have about 5000 words so i cut alot out of it, but if you ever bump into me you can talk to me about it :D
Oh and i tried my first chilli hot chocolate from a place in union house, Chill Out, because i got one of my favourite things for lunch there an avacado and chicken panini, like ive had them from there before :D best ever massive sandwhich for $5.90 its huge. Anyway i recomend that but the chilli hot chocolate was shit :S, like it was just a crap hot choc mixed with chilli sauce, disgusting a 2/10 YUCK, 9/10 for the panini, it would have been 10/10 if it was slightly cheaper for my favourite :D haha i like being cheap haha :D.
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