Thursday, 1 March 2012

Bedlam and booze


The past couple of weeks have been a blur (how can it be the 1st of March already?); I can basically sum them up in two words: bedlam and booze. Am proud to say I have already survived two weeks back at uni. My second year.. didn't get off to the best start (and am already choosing not to do homework, oops), but I am getting by despite my revolting early morning starts and high-blood pressure in peek hour traffic (how do people do it every day?!).

My first day back at uni got off to an awful start: I missed one of my buses, I had to go and buy  two more books after the unit co-ordinators added more last minute material, and one of my tutes wasn't on (because it was the first week), so I had a huge break with nothing to do. Blah. However, my solution to these mishaps was simple: the tav! Of course. I met Tanya there during lunch break (and happy hour, thank you very much) and I was reminded that uni wasn't that horrible after all. It really only takes a jug of beer to realise this.

My media unit (I'm doing 2 politics units and 1 media unit) is going to be extremely full-on, I noticed about 3 minutes into the lecture, and my politics units are going to require a lot of reading (this was already obvious when I went to buy all 7 books..). However, with the second week coming to an end, things have calmed down a bit and I am recovering from my original stroke from first day nerves. Of course, it hasn't all been about uni...

Chloe's letter came last week and I almost fainted. Why yes, I do anticipate her beautiful letters, why do you ask? My stepdad came in holding the letter and asked "Is this your thing from eBay you're waiting for?".
"NO IT'S A BILLION TIMES BETTER AND I THINK I MIGHT FAINT IF I TOUCH IT JESUS CHRIST". Okay, I didn't actually say that; I just said "Nope, but I was still expecting it, thanks" and ran- erm I mean, walked normally to my room. After I read it, I just wanted to sell all of my belongings and buy a one-way ticket to New Zealand. Alas, I fought this urge and simply settled for re-reading the letter. Jesus Christ, she is amazing.

Okay, moving on, before I start to get too "rom-com" on you. I also went to a "Women in Media" event I'd been looking forward to for weeks. It was at the Telethon Institute, and the amazing Stella Young (media commentator/journalist/comedian/everything) was being interviewed onstage by Geraldine Mellet (ABC journalist/broadcaster), specifically about disabilities and media coverage about disability. I'd been invited, and was very looking forward to it, and after painful incidents with public transport and having to ask 3 different people for directions, I managed to get there and had a great time. I "mingled" (you know, tried not to be my awkward self) with journalists/people from media & disability organisations etc. Plus.. free wine and food! How would that not add up to a brilliant night? Of course, because I am me, I drank too much wine and probably talked too much (and text messages may have been involved, but I refuse to go into that).

Now, seeing as it's March the 1st, this means only 22 days until The Hunger Games. THE FREAKING HUNGER GAMES. Am trying not to wish for time to go faster, only because I have an essay due around the 30th of March that I know in my heart I will not be prepared for in the slightest. Cameron & I are going to the midnight premiere, of course, and I am so damn excited. So. Damn. Excited. We don't even know how we're getting there and back, or what to do afterwards (seeing as we have uni the next day haha), but we're both too excited to care.

Yes, my past two weeks have been filled with too much to do and too much alcohol. Never thought I'd admit that there was such thing, especially regarding the latter, but there you go. Eager (and weary) to find out what March will bring me. Currently watching Dirty Dancing (or "Half-naked Patrick Dempsey/Jennifer Grey's torso") whilst sipping tea. Hope your night is as classy as mine, dear reader.  I must go, other activities beckon (ice cream and my Take 5 magazine).


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