i am not belle

It has been a rather tumultuous week for me and I have been trying to mentally and emotionally gather myself so I don’t fall apart any time soon. I am being vague because there’s a lot to cover, and it’s all just me really. Not what I would classify as a crisis or anything like that, but I’m entitled to feel a little shit about myself and my surroundings. I have been dealing with it well, I guess, seeming more composed than normal before going off to indulge in my own gloom and getting 23 mosquito bites all across my legs. It wasn’t so bad til the morning after (Friday), when I was at Ash’s and it just started to get really irritating. Alcohol was suggested, and the only alcohol in his room was Southern Comfort, so we swiped that all over my legs. It kinda felt better until it felt a little sticky, so lemons were like an after-coat on top of the alcohol. It was terrible. To make things worse, I was sitting my stats exam and it started to get itchy again and I wanted to scratch it so bad and I couldn’t concentrate and all I could think of was how much I wanted to hose down the alcohol and lemon juice with cold water. It was just painful sitting still for an hour. Before the exam, Chin and Ash walked me to the room and Ash gave Dilusha the Monkey (part of Joey’s finger puppet collection) to me for good luck. I placed it on my lap and upon finishing the test, I ran out of the room and Dilusha fell off! I didn’t realise it til 40 minutes into the next hour, so I ran back to the room. There was a class and the back row of the tutorial saw me as I was on the floor pointing to the ground and they ignored me. I got some paper off a guy and wrote FINGER PUPPET in large letters and sat right outside the door hovering the sign about, but to no avail. Those fuckers were lifeless. They had a quick glance at the floor, turned back to me and shook their heads and went back to BLUDGING. They weren’t even writing or noting anything down while the tutor was speaking. At one point, the guy at the end of the row almost slipped out of his chair! Grr. Anyway, I managed to grab Dilusha after the tutorial. Farking hell. I was just sick of that day already. A lot of worrying and running around and post-crying, I just wanted to get out of uni. Ulrika, Geoff and I went to Ramen Kan afterwards for lunch and then we strolled through Chinatown’s Friday night markets. There was so much food! Will definitely check that place out some time soon (next week, fingers crossed!)

Dilusha the Monkey (aka. Carol)

Aside from that, my Saturday was pretty usual in the morning. Went to Penshurst in the evening to meet up with Ray and Jake. It took me AN HOUR AND A HALF to get to friggin’ Penshurst. I was shocked. I didn’t know it would take me that long. Anyway, then off we went to Hilda’s for her 20th. The girl was already drunk and it wasn’t long before she passed out- and remained that way til about 10.30. We left at around 12, and Geoff brought his car and he ever so kindly let me drive it back to Cabra. Actually, I took him around central Cabramatta, Canley Heights, Bonnyrigg, St Johns Park, Bonnyrigg, Mt Pritchard and Liverpool. It was a fully fledged ghetto tour (sort of). Liverpool was particularly funny because we went to get Harry’s Hot Dogs (still open past midnight!) and as we were walking back to the car, the hooligans in the car lot were beeping their horns to the chant of AAPT. It was funny. So much beeping and people yelling at each other to shut up. It was the epitome of classy. Afterwards, we went back to my place where my dad greeted us and he looked so funny with messed up hair and he kept offering Geoff slippers. Sigh. We had some coffee, chit-chatted and he left. It was a good catching up night.

I had planned to start on my psych assignment today, but found myself reading up random articles on Wikipedia instead. I really should though, at least, get something done. Procrastination sucks.

& would rape sound better if it were pronounced rapé?

Went out to Nails’ 21st birthday last night at Sushi-e. I am such an idiot for not taking photos. I have good reason- there were already so many cameras in effect, I figured they would up uploaded sooner or later and I can just take those. I would essentially be taking the same sort of photos anyway. Sushi-e was on level 4 of the Establishment Hotel. Really good food and a Justin Long look-a-like waiter guy made my night. Nails’ was already half drunk halfway through the 10 course dinner, which was paid for by the birthday girl. Thanks darlin’ for a great night! Argh, I will have to accompany pictures to this post, as soon as somebody uploads them! Amansbra and I went home after dinner because we were really beat. I woke up this afternoon at 1. I was so tired. I still haven’t done some decent study for stats. Am probably going to be screwed this coming Friday. Oh well. Hopefully, I’ll win them over with my sick probability skillz.

Am taking it easy today, like a lot of people, I assume. It’s a pretty warm day, my thermometer reads at 24 degrees celcius. It’s going to be around 30 tomorrow, I hear. It would be so nice I guess, to go to a beach or something, but I suppose most people would be cramming to finish off last minute uni assessments and such.

I went to the uni library the other day to borrow a biography on Edie Sedgwick, which I will need for a psychology personality assignment. Can’t wait to start and get this over with. I know nothing of Edie Sedgwick than from what’s on Wikipedia and Factory Girl. Even though the book was reserved, I couldn’t find it in the Reservations section and it was actually held in the reservations section behind the main desk, because it had nudie pictures (LAWL). Anyway, the librarian was gushing about how much he loved the book and how it was really good and told me about his Andy Warhol tour around Greenwich Village in New York and to the place where Edie caused a fire in an apartment building while sleeping with a lit cigarette. It was really interesting, he’s quite a character. I enjoyed listening to his stories. I would have stayed longer, had I not been in a rush to meet the Bourgeouis King for lunch. Maybe next time.

I wonder if I can do a post-grad in design after a science degree? I hate when my mind is all over the place about my own future. So much for stability. I want to be everything, it’s almost a little sick.

Ahh… such a nice day. Really don’t want to pull out the books and ruin it all now.