KISS. Short is sweet. Brevity is elegance. Whatever.
I've just left South Lawn, because streaks of rain are attacking me, although only mildly. Enough to persuade me to take leave anyway. Now waiting at Gate 10 for a friend who's coming back up from the new Commerce building.
Ahhh, I must say, having only one lecture for the entire day is bliss. Although it won't be so for future Wednesdays...
Friend just got free pizza on South Lawn. I think we'll be hanging around for a while, since both of us are finished for the day. Or maybe go look for more free food...
À bientôt,
cenvii
Hello the people of the world!
Pardon me on my extremely enthusiastic mode, I just can't help it. It's who I am.
I'm at Union House, 4th floor, reporting from Computer 32. Like the sound of that, don't know why. Sounds like a cool film.
Just came from the Rowden White Library - "probably the best library in the world!" Bean bags and everything.
And I am in Melbourne! What could be better? Right now I just want to explore the city! My home for the next three years! The weird thing is, it already feels like home. I live at a college, where everyone's awesomelicious (I like to establish new words, this is one of them), funny, friendly and all the rest. I'll add jazzy there too, just to show them my appreciation. Anyway, I feel like I've finally settled in, and that's why I'm in such a euphoria. I am actually here, not working in some grocery store like I did before. Although it was a valuable experience. It taught me how to handle with mean people and their discounts.
But now I understand them. I'm slowly but surely becoming what I despised; a discount hunter. Don't give me that look! What can I say, I'm a poor student! After buying all of my textbooks I felt financially ruined! Soon you'll become one too!
Money, money, money... ABBA was so right.
Oh, well. At least I'll be a nice discount hunter.
That's all for now. I'm off to explore!
Peace
I'd like to think that rocking up late to something like this gives me an air of enigma, but most likely it just highlights the fact university takes a lot of energy. No one ever really told me that - I was under the impression it was all drinking and getting in touch with your inner (and very well hidden) academic. I got up at 9:26 for my 10am lecture, though, which was a very pleasant change from school. That's right, I'm a College student. I've been informed this means that I have to sit up the back of lectures in trackies and be conspicuously absent when it’s raining. I can only hope.
I don’t have time to write a massive, all-details-laid-bare first post (I have a lecture in 31 minutes and it’s all of 500m away), but honestly, the last week has been unbelievable. I moved here from interstate about two weeks ago, but now feel right at home. I have experienced many things (College O-week, especially mine, will not be quickly forgotten) and can only offer one piece of advice so far: Just Go With It. The pub crawls, the dancing, subject selection, friends in Lectures and the nice guy at the DLU. I’m just enjoying every single second.
(This is a long entry – over 1400 words, wow. Kind of contradicts my disclaimer below then = = I'm sorry that I write about my boring all-and-sundry day, but I promise it's only because the first two days of uni are especially memorable. Being the usually forgetful me, I shall have much less to blog about for the rest of the semester. Heh.)
Disclaimer. A certain fellow blogger remarked that I "spend WAY TOO MUCH TIME online". While I do admit that I am quite subject to some form of OCD so that whenever I go online I must complete certain tasks before carrying out others, work is still teh (sic) priority. As a BA, I have to do much reading, but that's especially enjoyable because I simply loooove reading. (And I like reading ahead of the syllabus, so that helps too.) I've explained the blogging-late-at-night thing in my previous post.
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I've been looking forward to today ever since I got the email from the Chinese Theatre Group over the weekend. Woot, acting is something I've never tried but have always longed to attempt. (Who could resist the temptation of the limelight ? And given that I'm usually a shy and not-so-talkative person...)
So there was much anticipation going on while I tried to get through my day of lectures, all the time telling myself not to get over-excited too early. Not to mention that at the same time (even during lecture hours), I was trying very hard not to forget the lines from my audition material. I, for one, am verrrrry well-known to have an incapacitated short-term memory. Gah.
Mmm speaking of which, I'm currently having trouble remembering what I did today...
Oh I had A.Maths, that's right. I felt quite happy yesterday in my first maths lecture, and well, today too. Mostly because I've read the textbook before class and understood what the lecturer was trying to show us. MATRICES. My school was against Methods CAS, so we did normal Methods instead, which meant no matrices were involved. Hence the extra effort I had to put in, in order to understand everything. But yeh, being asian, it sort of got through quite naturally. (Sometimes I'm glad that it helps being part of a specific racial stereotype, sometimes not...)
Then a two-hour break, the first 30 minutes of which I spent wandering around Union House, travelling in pretty much the opposite direction to everyone else. Saw some friends near the stationery store (I just realised I didn't get my paper today again), went back to get a chicken fillet burger, and ventured back out into the (extremely windy) Union Lawn only to find my friends have disappeared... Eh ? Around 10 minutes was spent searching for them, and ha, there's people from my first high school too. Fun.
And somehow I ended up torturing myself by accompanying a friend all the way down to the new Commerce building (oooh all shiny and uhhh, SPOTS – no wait, say COW). Why was it a torture, you ask ? Because my laptop was weighing down on my bag a lotttttt. I'm almost beginning to suspect that soon enough this would entail a visit to the doctor about sore shoulder blades. Or does everyone else get this problem too ?
The trip back up to my first PPE lecture was even less enticing, but I did get through that and managed not to die near the Old Quad so that some philosophy professor could walk by my still body and comment on the beauty of being in such stillness... Yes anyway, PPE (for Philosophy, Politics and Economics, but I'd much rather it be PhiloPolE – something like philopoly to the ear) was... a bit less interesting than I'd thought it would be. Or it could be to do with my frustration at the WiFi not working on my laptop still. Or it could be the Philo lecturer (out of three, one for each strand of this IDF subject). But the thing was, I was about to nod off. Argh, not good. This probably just meant I needed a quick lie-down on the South Lawn after PPE. So that's what I set off to do straight after the lecture, except...
... I bumped into yet another person from school (hey this is getting into a habit without my consciously making it so ; there just seems to be so many of us around). He had to fix up some problem with his tutorial, so I followed him to the Psych building. I took Psych in VCE, and I'm of course much fascinated by the human mind. Well never mind that. (No, this is not a pun.) The point of mentioning this little trip was that this was when the winds struck, and my friend (who would appear at first sight to be built out of a single slab of marble) was remarking how the wind was even about to push him over. Italics over. But really. If he's to be pushed over, then poor me was probably about to be swept up like Dorothy into that Land of Oz. (Oz...)
So was this the "extreme weather" mentioned in the VicPolice SMS last night ? I'd guess so. But tornadoes (or are they called cyclones in the Australian-Pacific region ?) don't occur in Melbourne... Or do they now...
(Ugh the internet connection just got cut off. I had to retype the following paragraphs.)
This friend needed to get some textbooks, so off we went to the Uni Bookshop, my second visit there today. I'm wondering, is the solution supplement for Anton and Rorres's Elementary Linear Algebra in stock at all ? More people from school outside the Bookshop. This is amazing – almost every third person walking by is from school...
My last and favourite lecture of the day : The Secret Life of Language, my Ling subject for the semester. Saw Olle there, but I only realised he was there after standing outside the theatre for a couple of minutes. Heh, sorry there. As we were filing into the theatre, this girl said hi, so I said hi back, and thus went my first non-self-instigated social contact at uni. Oooh Malaysian accents are cool. And it's especially nice if you are able to communicate in more than one language (think three) with a new acquaintance. Adds to the familiarity, you see. And on top of that, a common interest is a nice touch too. Hey, who said you have to change yourself to make new friends ?
SLL actually finished ahead of the scheduled 5:15 pm, so I had plenty of time to find my way to the Arts Centre for the play audition. I think I actually went through the Performing Arts Centre on the way though... But there seemed to be only one way through that building, so no drama there (ahem). Arrived at the Arts Centre with about ten minutes to spare before the 5:30 audition, so I took some time trying to memorise my lines. Ugh I'm not good at remembering stuff. Drill drill drill. The audition venue got changed several times, with one of the intermediary rooms named Black Hole (ehhh).
Owing to the play being produced in Cantonese (with English subtitles, part of which will probably involve some contribution from yours truly, but we shall see how I fare in that department later), everyone in today's audition session (there are several) was fluent in Cantonese. Yay for familiarity again. After a few theatre games, we had the obligatory self-introductions, followed by everyone's monologues. Then a small group collaboration, and monologues of a slightly different nature from before. All in all, it was enjoyable. Even if I'm not going to get a part in the play, it's at least been an experience. And what's not to like ?
Actually, people may be surprised when I tell them that I went for a play audition. I'm usually quite the keeps-myself-to-myself person (but still approachable), yet acting is so out-there, if you know what I mean. Although I've done lots of singing in high school, I've never had the courage to go through with an audition for either the school musical or drama. But I still enjoyed watching them, especially if the leads were people I know, such as those from choirs =P
Living someone else's life under the limelight is both interesting to experience and spectate. I've always cast myself in the latter role, but why not try to experience it firsthand ? And so there I was, in my first ever play audition. Act it out, if you will, or rather, live it out, if you will, I'd say. If it's your dream (even those wildest ones that tend to turn into nightmares at times), go – for – it.
(And I've got my fallback plan anyway. Since the CTG is apparently short of script translators, so as I've mentioned above...)
One lecture tomorrow =P
cenvii
O-week was scintillating. Others have waxed nostalgic/lauded/generally described it better than I can, so I’ll just leave it at this: TURN AROUND WHEN YOU’RE IN LINE AND SAY HI TO SOMEONE NEW. It’s one of the best, most un-awkward opportunities to make friends (like, “real” friends, people you speak to long enough that texting to go caffeinate no longer feels quite as strange. Also, just me, or does U of M desperately need some kind of Starbucks? Fair-trade, organically-grown, definitely-no-fishy-business Jamaican Blue beans is all well and good, but I want my damn blended cream already.)
In other news, I fell asleep during my second lecture today. Not much else needs to be said. It was an accident; I have absolutely nothing against Accounting - but I fear it holds a vendetta against me. Behold, the evils of Counting Godz (A.K.A. The Numbersmen* – they rent out the name to an up-and-comin’ band from Reykjavik on weekends for extra profit.)
Example one: ARA tutorial #1, first date with my sweet ‘Counting. Found out the hard way that a), the ICT building is really flippin’ hard to get to from Copland in five minutes, and 2), Accounting tutes don’t start til Week 2. Obviously kismet for some large unknown infraction I committed towards the Numbersmen.
Example b: Accounting book (Accounting, Horngren et al, 5th ed, 2005, blah blah Oxford reference system...) may have given me spinal problems after just three hours of carting it around. Obviously, the Numbersmen wishes to act against me (and my operational vertebrae.)
Example delta: I fell asleep during the lecture. I'm sure I missed some valuable gobbet, seeing how all first-year first-week lectures are stunningly crucial and tantamount to success. Obviously, my sass is not appreciated by the Numberzd00dz.
Last Example: Ten weeks of the Accounting course revolves around Tarrant Woods, a startup winery. Obviously the Numbersmen know my weakness for Muscato and want me to drink self to death (in name of research and completely written off tax-wise) while going through expenditure and profit margins.
This is mildly distressing as I am a Commerce student. (halp!!!)
*I feel that giving my god a trendy name will make him funner and more accessible, and maybe turn me into a fun raving chorus girl, a la Hillsong et al. Wonder if there'll ever be Television Accountvangelists? Or are those credit experts who tell people to consolidate debt and STOP SPENDING BEYOND THEIR MEANS (oh what genius, I had to use my common sense for half a minute...) on Oprah all the time kind of it? I kind of hate the idea of Accounting failing to religion in any area, as much as the Numbersmen revile me...
Kisskiss,
SuziQ
Hullo friends! I'm Jennifer, and I'm making a not-so-fashionably late entrance to the first year blog. Like half the population of the University of Melbourne, I'm studying Arts. (Disclaimer: Please don't hold this against me. I acknowledge that there is a higher proportion of wankers studying Arts than in most other courses. Get the chai-tea jokes out of your system and move on. I did.)
I'm doing a double major in psychology and French, as well as a diploma of Japanese. Sweet! At the end of my studies, I'm hoping to become a clinical psychologist, and specialise in infant mental health. Long-term plans include going to Europe and finding a nice Croatian boy* who will share his bicycle with me.
As I mentioned before, this first entry is a bit belated, so I'm not sure if I can add anything scintillating in terms of the orientation experience. What I can offer instead are five O-week tips.
1. Learn to discern good freebies from miscellaneous crap. One group advertised 'free water!!!', presumably as a bid to lure anyone excited by the word 'free' and gratuitous exclamation marks. Now, as a student straddling the poverty line at any given time, I am all for free things. But advertising 'free water' is just like offering 'free oxygen', i.e. obviously fallacious. I'm an Arts student, but not a complete moron.
2. Prepare to receive an unnecessary amount of condoms. More condoms than Jude Law himself could possibly get through in a twelve-hour period, even on a good night. This I had anticipated. What I had not anticipated was the Nando's condom. In fact, I'm still unclear as to what message Nando's was trying to give. 'Welcome to Uni, go have a good cluck'? 'Have a post-coital double breast burger** on us'? 'Does your peeny-weeny need some peri-peri?'
Seriously, don't open your showbags on the train, and if you do, try not to giggle vacuously when you find yourself with a handful of condoms. A fellow commuter did, and she looked like a raging nympho.
3. Do a tour of the library. It's not nerdy or socially awkward; it's mind-blowingly informative and you won't look like an idiot next time you need to locate the microform collection. Plus you get to suss out the bathrooms (compelling graffiti), printing system (handy) and photocopy room (self-explanatory). The lady who showed us around was so pleasant and happy, and the other staff seemed so utterly at peace with the world as they gave directions to us fresh-faced first-years, that I began to think that the Baillieu library was actually some kind of nirvana. Not sure if this zen atmosphere extends past O-week. We will see.
4. Ask for directions. Melbourne University is a big place, akin to, say, a large rabbit warren. Yes, you're at the bottom of the proverbial food chain. Everyone is going to snicker at your perverse enthusiasm and rampant textbook-buying. But deep down, they're all willing to help. If you've just drunk your body weight in coffee, don't wee your pants after trying to locate a bathroom for fifty minutes. (Day one: I almost did.) Just ask somebody. They're all friendly people***.
5. Talk to people. Unless your closest friends from secondary school are all doing the same course, with exactly the same subjects as you (in which case, how very Heathers of you...), it is inevitable: you will be forced to socialise with people you've never met before. Sure, it's intimidating when you are first thrust into that yum cha of awkwardness on your first day, but stop hyperventilating and look around. Find a friend (or frenemy). You don't have to marry them. You don't even have to like them. But O-week is a good opportunity to meet people, so just do it.
(Note: be discerning. Saying, "Hi, I'm Bambi!" or, "I love your shoes!"**** for instance, are acceptable ways to start a conversation. Conversely, if you approach a stranger by telling them, "I have genital herpes" or "I'm thinking of starting a nunchucks club", you will simply appear to have a personality disorder.)
And I think that's about it, really. Today was my first 'real' day with proper lectures; nothing particularly eventful there. More later. When an event occurs, perhaps. Adios.
* Similarly, a nice French boy who rides a Vespa à la Nino Quincampoix in Amélie would do just fine.
** A chicken burger ostensibly containing an extra breast. (Not some kind of mammary abnormality. Calm down, boys. Incidentally I read the other day that Lily Allen has a third nipple. Weird.)
*** Except the woman on a bicycle, who yelled "MOVE!" before running down a Malaysian girl. That was mean.
**** Note: this comment should probably not be instigated by a heterosexual male. Actually, try your luck, and let me know how it goes.
(I write late at night, mostly because I get to wrench my laptop off my brother at 10 pm only...)
It sort of dawned on me earlier this evening, that perhaps first days always have to make themselves memorable in later life by causing something undesirable to happen. At least in my case. Gah. I must admit though, today has not a lack of positives either. If only to balance out everything...
Glad that I'm one of the lucky(-ier) ones – no early morning starts for me. Not too eventful on the way to uni. I had a slight suspicion that the person sitting at the other end of the train carriage was a fellow blogger, but wasn't too sure from only the glimpse of a quarter-profile. Well my speculation was later confirmed at the tram stop, and small talk was made, despite the usual me getting on people's nerves, heh.
Arrived at campus, headed off to Union House for the Student Computing Centre (maybe one of you was there...), originally intending to print off my maths lecture notes again, because I somehow managed to get them into a weird order when I did it at home last night. Then the sheer number of people who were already in the SCC put me off, so I trod off towards the ERC instead, and somehow ended up walking straight out again. Yes, I have a tendency to walk around aimlessly, sometimes... Well by then it was almost 11 am, so off I went to my first ever lecture – maths.
... And it seemed 150+ people must have been there, all waiting outside the lecture theatre. (Update 090303 • It's actually closer to 200 .____.) Caught up with people from school (it was quite a mini-reunion), tried to guess how old the lecturer is (either he doesn't look his age, or he must be in his twenties still, and a Dr. !?), took notes, yadiyadiya... I managed to sort out my lecture notes into the right order along the way, so all's good. A promising start to uhhh, maths.
Logic next. This out of all subjects for semester one I'm the most interested in and curious about. It's mostly to do with my being overly rational a lot of the time and all. I know I know, I've got my sentimentalities too, alright ? Just don't get me started.
Anyway, woot, we're going to have six lecturers for Logic (one of them also my Linguistics lecturer, so yay), and the syllabus sure looks attractive. When the main lecturer was talking about getting the textbook, I picked up my copy and scrutinised the name of the author. But of course... it's the man speaking at the front of the theatre right then and there ! Ha. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Oh, and did I mention door-alarm-siren ? HWOOT HWOOT.
There goes my two classes for the day. After Logic, I found my way back to the ERC, ascended to the fourth floor, and found myself in a relaxing library environment. Much stretch-out room – just what I love. But hmm my laptop was still playing up trying to access the WiFi ; I think it has to do with the proxy. Anyone got theirs working ? Stayed there for a while, looking through my maths notes and the problems for today's lecture, then started my reading for Logic. When you're on campus and not in a hurry to rush home, you might as well use the time constructively. Not against a decent coffee and donut or two though – just not in the library, heh. (Judging from my fellow blogger's posts, it seems my next target would be the South Lawn hmm.)
I guess it could be said that today really has more positives than negatives, because I'm only going to devote a few lines to the latter. Firstly, I totally forgot my copy of The Age today. Bad move. I wanted the puzzles for light relief on the train home ! Secondly, as we speak of trains, there is perhaps nothing worse than leaving behind one's favourite blue jacket in the carriage, even though I got off at the last station of the train line, meaning I was in no great hurry really. Why oh why ? How I long for you, my dear old blue jacket...
Met up with a friend in Glen Waverley, or actually, waited for him to arrive from Monash while I was dutifully attempting my maths problems. (I'd say no asian-ness involved, but sadly...) Exchanged a few quips about uni life and all. Hey just look at the number of membership cards we've each managed to amass ! =P
It's Mum's birthday on Friday, so we went out to dinner tonight. Lobsters are cool. As I've mentioned, I managed to get on the laptop at 10 pm, leaving me not much time to finish my daily routine of Facebook-ing and email affairs. There was a friend request from someone I don't know... perhaps because the Aa newsletter email unwisely put everyone's email addresses in Cc: instead of Bcc: ? But not matter, I'm ready to meet new people, even if through the not-so-physical environment of a social networking site. Heh.
Tomorrow looks positive enough, especially because of the audition for the CTG play =] Acting is new for me ! But oh I've still got to memorise those two pieces of monologue...
And uhhh, did anyone get an SMS from "VicPolice" warning about extreme weather tonight ? I just google'd it and it doesn't seem to be a hoax. Well I just thought it a bit strange that they've had to message everyone personally on their mobiles (whoever "they" are).
cenvii
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Something on my mind still. What is with some comments appearing and the other ones not appearing ? This thing is strange...
"How much media have you consumed today?"
A lot, probably.
You have most likely already checked your e-mail and your Facebook. That's usually what I do before blogging. Then a friend recommended you to look up a funny clip on youtube. We all know what that means - at least an hour. Suddenly you realise: "Oh shit, maybe I should think about my future." And that's how you ended up here.
I remember the first time I found this site. I was sitting behind my screen, happy to finally hear a voice. Someone talking to me.
So how was my first day?
Good, not too bad. Very different though. There were many cultural references, like Summer Heights High. Forget the small-sized classes and think big public theatres. In the Creatvie Writing lecture we were about the size of a small village in Sweden.
The lecture was of course also recorded. So we could download it for later. HIGH-TECH! Although I'm enrolled in Media, I still prefer my pen and paper (as we found out today, like all days, computers aren't always reliable). Besides, aren't we supposed to interact anyway? Isn't that the fun part of learning? All I know is that I won't be sitting at home, going through my lectures over the web. Because I need to meet people.
That's what I spent the rest of the day doing. I had lunch with some friends and took a coffee with another. Like most newcomers I felt a bit lost until I found South Lawn.
I love South Lawn. It's the best. So peaceful. I listened to some music there. Then I began to read, but a thought crossed my mind: this year I'll be organised. So I went to the bookshop, where I bumped into Natty, another blogger. She's organised. I've got myself a binder and some colourful pens. They add life. I keep telling myself I've got everything under control, that I'm organised. But the truth is I haven't even arranged for a proof of age card yet! My Swedish ID card, i.e. my Swedish identity, is not enough here!
I thought I'd do a quickie (heh.) coz' the average attention span of people are something like 7 minutes. [quick fact. ding]
- Also decided to do dot points. That might make this easier for you.
So readers, and fellow bloggers here it goes:
- When I meet people, they tend to call me Ash Catchum, the Pokemon Master 12-year old. Probably because I'm of oriental descent.
- And actually, my initials are the same as his. Hey cool! (not really) .
- People also usually mention my obscenely small eyes. Its like a reflex, "Oh WOW, your eyes are really small!"
Actually, on second thought, I don't like this dot point thing, it seems really disjointed. I'll go with the trend of long speels and paragraphs and that.
So, like you, I experienced the first day of university life today. Although, I had no classes/lectures/workshops/seminars/tutorials - what a way to start, eh?
I took the (one and a half hour) trip down to uni anyway, to get some second hand books.
The meeting point was at the campus bookstore yeah, so I decided to take a venture in to the store to see what the commotion was about.
The image within that store was reminiscent of the Australian Open, after a mid game break, where there are huge lines all around slowly edging back into Rod Laver Arena. Also a little bit like Boxing Day sales at Chadstone.
Ah, and books are ridiculously expensive as well! Oh my. I'd expect gold lettering at those prices.
Unfortunately, the Accounting book was only in multicolour - and that was only the front page.
Didn't have the cash, so didn't buy anything.
I'm sure you've felt the pain of those textbook prices in the triple digits and thought to yourself (well, who else would you think to),
"Hey, I could buy a decent uni bag with the cash I'm spending.
.. and lunch for the next 5 weeks."
Sporadically moving, uh .. nowhere, I would like to mention I am 100% full grown Aussie, just brought up in the confinements of an asian household. Whipped by a cane when I was young, forced to play piano and get tutored .. yeah. No worries! I hold no regrets.
Photography and drums/singing/piano/guitar, are my er.. channels .. of .. expression?
And my favourite colour is green, but it used to be blue because everyone liked blue, and I felt really peer pressured and jumped on the blue bandwagon.
Oh, I also joined that Fotoholics club thing, and AA, and was very tempted to join that Magicians Club because the guy who was doing the tricks was sooooooo good. But someone mentioned something about demons and magic and I kinda decided not to.
I dread spiders. No matter what size and no matter how many times dad tells me that they're more scared of me.
I have half nightmares of spiders that make hissing noises at me.
I'm hoping any of these random splatters will actually be relate-able to you =P
Oweek was good, met a lot of friends of friends, and I can see the beginnings of potentially long lasting friendships. How lovely. Ha.
Missed out on the faculty camps though. Looks like all of us that missed out on them need another excuse to get drunk. Maybe an on-campus party for people who missed out would be good. Then all those at the camp, would miss out on the big party and.. yeah!
Shotgun not organising it though.
Anyhow, look, I'm running out of things to say for now. But hey, if you want to know anything drop a comment yeah? The whole point of this entire blog, is you to realise how whatever you're going through, there are more of us first-year-ers going through the same dilemmas, mistakes (drunk or sober ones), stresses, celebrations, highs and lows .. I'm sure you get the gist.
Hope this first week is radical - jump out there and make some new friends, don't be intimidated!
People are thinking the exact same thing as you:
"<insert swear word>, I'll look like a <insert degrading name> if I talk to them/him/her"
So just stuff it, don't think, just do.
I'll now return to being just one of the 1500+ commerce students.
So.. HI! :)
This so wasn't a quickie.
yours randomly,
ASHC.
I was going to post up a photo of a pyramid of chicken rice but this uploading thing seems not to be working. No matter.
So, my first day of uni is over :) lalala. It was quite a good day actually! I was expecting the introductory lectures to be pretty boring but they were actually quite good, especially 'An Ecological History of Humanity.' Our lecturer pointed out how we're a generation living through two massive global issues, climate change and the economic crisis and how this would shape us as a generation. Although it was a little bit 'run for cover' as a topic, I've been absolutely fascinated all day so I'm looking forward to that class for the next 12 weeks. Woo hoo! Can you tell I'm excited lol?
Ooh my best news of the day (let me think about that for a minute... yes, I think it's the best) is that I found a job!! I've been stressing out beyond belief about making ends meet and blah blah. Set up costs are way more expensive than I thought they would be, my (still amazing) Telstra line cost $299 to install ($299!!! All they had to do was flip a little switch!) and my books have been quite expensive too... not because the uni bookshop is over charging or anything (become a union member - fab discounts!) just because there's lots of them to buy and stuff. Anyways, back to my job... I've been on seek.com.au every day for the past however long trying to find a job and NOTHING came up. Then, purely out of chance I strolled into Union House today and got a (provisional) job with one of the cafes just by saying hello lol. I have my first training day on Friday :) The place is magic I swear haha! Next time I play the lottery I'm going to go in there and wave my ticket around for good luck!
Hmm what else today? I met up with some friends which was groovy as usual and we just lay around on the south lawn. Ooh and then I went stationary shopping with another friend in the uni bookshop - the world of highlighters is a good place to be lol. After all those happenings and $18.50 worth of stationary later I headed home where I proceeded to eat my own weight in pancakes. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?? I am left to cookor myself for three weeks and I'm ready to audition to be the next Shamu. Seriously, I try to be healthy and buy a pineapple or whatever but then get fed up trying to carve the damn thing and end up running around my kitchen shaking up a bottle of pancake mix singing that really catchy song 'shake shake shake shake a shake yeah!' like I'm learning some kind of Brazilian dance routine! Argh I feel so frustrated with myself! I'm sensible, I know about healthy eating, I even have those 'ahh McCain you've done it again' steam fresh veggie whatsits in my freezer, but NO I go for the pancakes every time. And then 'biggest loser' comes on and makes me feel pathetic.
Right, rant over. Sorry guys, that's far too much pancake stress for one blog post. My day has been good, seriously, I am just lacking a certain element of self restraint. I guess I get bored in the evenings... note to self, join the gym. In fact I'm going to throw out all of the junk food I have and try to be good from now on... or I would if there was any junk food left, I've eaten it all.
Mmm I'm trying to think if there's anything else to report on before I crash into bed.. oooh another union membership benefit... the 4th floor computer centre in Union House - they are SO friendly and don't laugh when you ask questions which show you up to be a technical retard.. the conversation went like this:
me: hi, how do I print?
FCG (friendly computer guy) : ok, so you go into 'file' and the select 'print'.
me: oh, really that easy? thanks!
Ok, I'm not that stupid, I do know how to print from a computer I just didn't realise it was the same on a computer where like a hundred computers share one printer. SO yeah, go to the computer centre! Plus, the printing is really cheap (only 10c for black and white pp) and they even give you free staples woo hoo! Oh god, did anybody watch 'how I met your mother' tonight? I'm turning into a woo girl which, according to the programme, means there is a void in my life... surprising given that I'm full up to my eyes with pancakes. Haha... maybe I'm just very exciteable lol.
Right, I'm going now, I've gone on long enough to successfully convince you all I am extremely blonde and mentally deranged. Happy first week to everyone!!
love Natty xxx
ps. If I never write again you can all assume I died of a pancake induced overdose during the night and rest assured that I only have myself to blame :P
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