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Uni’s starting soon, and I’m both dreading and anticipating it; dreading, because the courses will be more difficult and I probably won’t be able to juggle work and writing reports, and anticipating because I’m a wannabe studybug at heart.

Went to three days of O week.  THERE IS KNITSOC, YOU CAN BET I SIGNED UP AS SOON AS I COULD OMG OMG EXCITED hopefully they have meetings when I am free.  It’s unlikely though.

On Tuesday, I went to the Engineering seminar for finding industrial training, because it’s compulsory in our faculty to do a paid internship over the summer holidays before final year.  And let me tell you, that seminar was both helpful and terrifying.  Networking?  Cold calling??  Meeting up with strangers who work in the company to discuss a job over coffee???  NOPE.

Wednesday I went to USyd.  Met B at his stall and saw him later walking off with the girl he likes teehee.  Also finally found Dodo, and met some of her Chopsticks members and they were really nice to me – am I weird for being surprised when people are nice to me?  They were like welcoming and taught me some reflex game and mahjong and ugh great people.  Dodo and I went off in search of the free iceblocks (Topshop, had to give them our details first though so hm) and to do some printing for her club. Bumped into Jenny and Julia on the way!!  Visiting USyd is fun because I think I have more friends there ugh not like I had a choice in unis though.  I HAVE SO MUCH TO CATCH UP WITH WITH DODO THOUGH.  She’s been having a busy life, what with being a club exec, breaking up with a boyfriend, parties…  We have kept in touch sporadically/regularly but definitely need to chat more!




I went iceskating on Sunday with Bubbles.  I was anticipating a hot day, so I wore a short sleeved dress with my legs bare.  Thankfully, I arrived at Macquarie early, so I could spend twenty minutes frantically hitting up chain stores for basic black leggings.  F21 did not have them, so I guess we will just have to start colouring our bare legs in  with charcoal again because obviously the world must have ran out of black leggings.  (They did have grey ones… which were not stretchy?  How do you screw this up?)

Luckily, H&M was right opposite so I dashed between… capsules?  I see the plan is to maximise consumer pathlength through the store, by having absolutely no signs or indication of any order.  I need my stores to have signs, like a supermarket aisle or the various categories on the eBay homepage.  Anyway, H&M leggings were $12.95 and um that’s expensive.  But I’m a battler and I spy another basic-basic looking section, and lo and behold!  Black leggings, some of which are disgustingly linty (I thought it was a spotty/variegated pattern…) and none of which are in my size but are strangely a few dollars cheaper.  I grab the next size up and hope for the best while paying at the counter, because I am almost late.

You know, now that I think about it, getting hosiery leggings would probably have been the best move.  Or to suck it up and find the damn Target/Big W.

Anyway, I did not know where the iceskating entry was!  Got in and got skates, and skated and chatted with Bubbles.  Got dragged into joining the limbo game on the rink, and fell down that one time!  My right buttock occasionally twinges; Bubbles was worse off and tore his jeans.  So he schlumped off to the seats to “wallow in shame” and I joined him because I am a good sport.  Not before one more solo round around the rink.

Had bagels and curly fries at the bagel place, it was quite nice.  But then again, it’s kind of hard to stuff up burgers and fries, isn’t it?  Accompanied Bubbles to buy jeans, he said something about leg muscles hampering his choices?  All I could hear was “I have nice leg muscles and my thighs look delectable in denim” so uhh anyway the jeans were bought quite quickly.  I will never get over the fact that women’s clothing costs more than men’s – there was a lot of $49 mens jeans at Levis, and then a few women’s jeans that were like at least 30% more expensive.  I MEAN, I’M NOT EVEN GETTING 100% COTTON BECAUSE YOU KNOW CURVES AND STUFF.  WHY AM I PAYING MORE TO HAVE ELASTANE?  IT’S NOT LIKE I’M USING MORE MATERIALS.  There was this pair I kind of liked but I didn’t want to waste his time and I didn’t have much money after buying our lunch.

Which reminds me, I need to buy myself at least one nice pair of denim so that I’m not running around campus with my asscrack hanging out for the second year in a row.  I’ve been wearing this same damn pair of blue jeans for years now, but even more so after my original main piece got a hole from chub rub and I couldn’t be bothered buying a new pair.  My current ones were labelled “EXTREME LOW RISE”, but I didn’t care because FINALLY A PAIR OF JEANS THAT FIT ME.  Now, I can’t bend more than 5 degrees from my waist without getting the urge to arrest myself for public indecency.

Oh also I dragged him to Daiso and I got a little plastic storage thing with four drawers so I can keep all the little bits of useless stuff that live on my desk!  Hooray for compartmentalising my mess!

In other news, I’ve finally cut things off with old dude after he kept calling me (?!) and told him it was the age difference that was freaking me out.  He was nice about it, but boy do I feel relieved now.

flash flood

It’s been almost two weeks since I got back from a road trip to the Gold Coast with family, it was pretty great.  Road trip!!  Mum happened to pick the one week with rain everyday, but the rain was polite enough to fall in the evening right after we got back from the beach.  Got a decent tan – no such thing as healthy tan, yes, but I like it when I look darker and I like the fact that I got it from being active outside.  Watched tennis every night.  Visited Brisbane, the CBD is very very quiet.  All the boys were surfer dudes or high schoolers.  Dad actually caught a fish that was bigger than palm-sized.  There’s nothing like the thrill of riding a wave all the way to the sand.  Many snacks.

There has been little else in my life recently.  Played Twilight Struggle “the highest ranked game on boardgamegeek” with Xionk and rediscovered $2 Taco Tuesday.  We loudly hated on soft tacos at the counter while waiting for them to make our order.  (The El De Paso girl got it wrong.  You can’t have both, you can only have the hard ones, because no one will have the leftover soft ones.)

Met B (god, I really cannot remember what initial I’m using for him) at a local park for morning tea with his dog.  His dog is this amazingly quiet, slow-paced princess who is the FLUFFIEST blob.  I brought my baked gingernuts which had gone soft and he brought Lemon Crisps, like a champ.  Mucked around and walked the dog, and eventually walked to his house under the lure of cheesy Korean instant ramen (!) because his mother kept calling to know where he was.  B’s mother called literally every twenty minutes, and I don’t know how much of that was due to him only telling her he was taking the dog out for a walk.  I hid in a side street when we got near his house because he didn’t want his mother to see me as she left to catch the bus.

This makes me sound sooo much like a secretive sidedish.

When the coast was clear, I went in.  His dog promptly flopped in the doorway.  I used his bathroom (we had a lot of tea.)  Marvelled at the spaciness – in my bathroom, everything I need is within arms’-length when I sit on the toilet.  Ate the noodles, the generic instant noodle soup stock and the cheese powder actually worked.  Blew B’s mind by telling him that kimchi is a fermented food.  As is chocolate and coffee.  See ma, I’m actually learning at uni!

He gave me a mini tour of the inside of his house, i.e. I got to check out his room.  Gundam figures, haha.

So we were sitting on the sofa and burying each other in cushions and such when my phone rings.  As you some of you probably know too well, I’m very bad at picking up the phone, especially when I’m out and my parents have no idea when I’m coming back home.  So by some stroke of luck I actually hear the vibrations (silent phone for life) and look at the call screen, 100% expecting it to be my mum.  It was… old dude.  Calling me.

I’d been taking B’s advice and ignoring any communication from old dude ever since that coffee date, so I guess the four unreplied texts were followed up with him calling me.  B was nosy and insisted on listening to the voicemail, so I made him summarise it.  He says it was an innocuous message asking me out for coffee.

Eventually the stress of any of B’s family coming home was too much for me so I decided to walk home, with which B was kind enough to walk me all the way to my house.  What he was not kind enough to tell me, however, was that my mouth was covered in the 99% cocoa chocolate he gave me.  IT WAS ON MY MOUTH FOR BASICALLY AN HOUR AND A HALF THE WHOLE TIME AND HE DIDN’T TELL ME.  I am a failure at being an adult.