I'm contemplating going down to Borders now to get a book and magazines because my brain has been so dry. Yesterday, I was trying to remember words that I used to know slash use but now don't and I couldn't come up with a signle. And yeah. What's better neural lube than a good book, say, by Dr Suess and a miscellany of trashy reads from the Men's section. My other organ however, is overtaking my body, hence leaving me violently immobile with paraplegia. I will leave that organ of mention to your imagination. Of which could be whatever, large, but whatever. Because good reads usually incite thought and imagination in readers right? Yes, my blog is now a good read. I should nominate it for a Booker Prize. Dry.
Not gonna tell people I'm going to sleep anymore because I don't. I go to bed and I play lemonade tycoon on my phone and fall asleep somewhere between rotten lemons and profit margin.
"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life’, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be." -Hunter S. Thompson
“ Once I began a book, I couldn’t put it down. It was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I’d keep the book hidden so I could read during class. But I had almost no desire to talk with anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else. - Haruki Murakami
I'm mega sleepy but am too occupied freaking out about school.
Kelvin told me that the fire alarm went off in our building yesternight and people evacuated and gathered downstairs. I was home the whole night busy watching the Simpsons and footy (quite hilarious) but I heard nothing at all. I should be burnt to death by now.
I have nothing to say about my life now after a day of lectures except that I would very much rather be in camp now wasting my life away. Or having a cuppa at Liat tower starbucks. I knew this day would come, damn the soothsayers.
Time to divorce life and marry the books. But I don't love you... I love Hollywoodtuna...
They were having a poster sale in north court. Not-so-bare walls to stare at.
I woke up today. Which is hardly ever a cause for celebration. Resembles more of a graveyard mourning. But yea, at the right timing at least. I woke up for calc (hurrah) and also to get lost in an abandoned and sequestered side of campus i.e engineering. No one goes there. Except if you have to, or are kidnapped to. Like NKorea. I mean, a japanese seminar at the engineering workshop? Am I the only one missing some kind of critical link between the two subjects here?
Never mind about that cus I found out I'm not even in that class hence email from professor in essence wheretf are you. Good. Not that keen on sitting beside an immobile mute (tried thinking of nicer ways to put it) who hasn't taken a bath in maybe 3 weeks. I don't know. I didn't do carbon dating, so I don't know Exact Timing of Last Ablution. I spoke to the void. As forced, asking about favourite seasons and a sumptuous selection of other inconsequential prattle et cetera. Which was reciprocated with a blank stare which, Seriously, in all seriousness, felt like I just told him/her Dumbledore died. Seriously.
Then Five of us went running round Carlton. Complete with the mini army shorts and tanks. I wonder what the people having coffee on Lygon thought. Got really cold after a while walking back to the apartment. Made me want to pee. I pee a lot here, every 45 minutes. Like a pregnant woman. The cold makes me, I step out of any building into open air and the urge to mark territory arises.
Thereafter I had genetics tute. Apparently Tay Sachs, spoken australian, is no different from Thai Sex. "Tay Sachs is a terrible terrible disease. Babies with Tay Sachs usually die around the age 2. In this pedigree you find that the mother and father does not have Tay Sachs, which basically means that they are heterozygous but both mother and father gave their son Tay Sachs."I bit my lips for full 20mins.
Calculus is not funny. I have a lecturer who is shrouded in deep disillusionment that students listening to him have, apart from deciphering everything through his german accent, the ability to process obscure mathematical concepts like he does. Yea, sure can do if I eat sleep lust (basically the only 3 things consistently done daily) equations. WHY am I doing math anyway? It's like a filler subject, I don't have anything else to take. I might as well be shovelling coal in Central Australia. Then I go to the SOS math website for help and I find, nothing. He must be hiding something in his murmurs. He must be. Or perhaps he's mocking us for being stupid under his breath. I must find out his sekret.
Also I should stop eating yoghurt and/or drinking beer while studying. And then I start laughing at words like 'homologous'.
/12:58 AM
9.8.09
♫: husky rescue - new light of tomorrow
Yea so I'm pretty much settling in. It's good to know more people around, you know, not just 10, 20 people. I don't want my circle to be just a circle, it's got to be a fucking gigantinormolossal sphere of a planet of a universe of a surkle. The world, meet Sean and Sean, this is the world and the good and the crappy things and people you've never seen. Take root somewhere, in some place, someone's heart, a dog's if you will. Been out these days, church, cell groups (or urban life what they call it), clubs (some kind of opposite pole clearly elucidated), random bullshit meetings or just houses loaded with booze will do. I do my best, or half of that, yea, like it takes God to tell when I would open my mouth sometimes. I'm not in-your-face sociable, as some of my friends. Like Kim. I'm serious. If you let her go on talking, she can walk you to Perth in one breath. Possibly the only person I've seen who chains up 37 non-correlating topics into one conversation. Or like Robbie who opens up his house, one time we're talking about Little Britain and the next he's on a the stove to make you some complex coffee potion and bake an apple crumble (wicked by the way) in the middle of the night for a bunch of semi-lucid barely cogent strangers. It's not all Disneyland like it seems. But it is good. The pretty the ugly, can't avoid any of either. It comes in a package. It's not that everywhere fits right and everyone's tight doesn't work that way. But if we do then that's great, you know, 'The world's your oyster'. Gag.
I just can't stand that cabbie who ripped me off 2 bucks just now. He's gonna get it. I wish scrotum cancer on him, may he die before the light of the day dawns.
Yea I know, I had a couple of shots. Guoxing should get on drunk blogging. Drunk dialling is so 19th Century carriage and horses kinda thing.
/2:26 AM
8.8.09
♫: pokerface
At Bond now and pokerface is playing, suddenly miss hy gx and yw. WUWH!
Yea so I slept through calculus lecture tute and japonais tute my alarm is broken, or something. Hope they weren't that important, well, most of the time they aren't. Woke up just in time to meet Kelvin for gym and then I went for another tute, one that I did not inadvertently skip. Yesterday though I basically got to lab all flustered cus I thought I was almost late and then I realised I forgot to bring my lab manual. And then I went to get an extra copy from the lab assistant and then I got back and everyone's already got their microscopes and then I went to search for one put it on the table unwound the cord and plugged it in only to realise I got the light microscope instead of dissecting microscope so I lifted it up wanted to put it back and I walked two steps but my brain went OMG I totally forgot to unplug it from the socket and the whole table like looked at me like dude what are you doing and then the woman beside me had to help me unplug and coil it back round the stupid microscope. The best first impression to give your lab mates. True story. Of a stupid, stupid, microscope. And alarm clock. But oh well you know what they say, (in my head at least) The world was a mess but his hair was perfect. And then we went to celebrate Nat and Jason's birthday at Coretto's and I made Chee San do a lap dance for Marissa after an architectural mishap on his part resulted in jenga blocks toppled over. Fun night which consequently meant getting home at 12 and then I stared at my apartment wall tecktoniked a little for another 3 hours proceeded to fall asleep and thus woke up only at one pm today one day I'm gonna wake up in my room to find that I missed a year's lecture and my room flooded in saliva. Sean's fine.
"If you dream it, you can make it happen. Except the dream where you are riding a unicorn and it turns into a fox and then a jelly bean, that's just stupid."
