"I have this breath and I'll hold it tight
And keep it in my chest with all my might!"
I never thought I could feel sympathy for a vacuum cleaner after having to lug one up and down the stairs for countless years of my life, but it seems that all things do, in time, change.
I had been sucking up some bits with Jared's mum's smaller vacuum cleaner- which we have, uh, acquired- and went to put it away. I don't think the neck for that thing had been disconnected for MONTHS because there was a thick wad of dust and thread stuck in the connecting area of the two bits of pipe that make up the neck. So I sucked that up too and it suddenly dawned on me to check the bag as well. And it was FULL. Like, not just full full, but full to BURSTING. It was so fat and heavy that it felt like a medium-sized cat when I picked it up. I looked at the filter too and it was so clogged with dust that I'm surprised the cleaner was working as well as it was. From my mouth, completely involuntarily, sprang the words "poor, poor vacuum cleaner!" in a soothing voice; not that it's odd for me to speak to inanimate objects, especially electrical ones, but I had never felt so sorry for one in my life.
I changed the bag and the filter and found all the little components that go in the top compartment, making the cleaner complete again. And then I named it Max (because I always turn it up to max when I'm using it). And now I'm glad to say Max is feeling much better.
I tend to name any appliance that I use often or am particularly attached to. The first one was Fred, the P.A. system I used to use as part of Finn's band. Then there was Felix, my first slightly owned laptop who couldn't unplug and had 20 GB of memory. After him came Toshie, my new Toshiba laptop. My Scarlet Lily plant that I keep in the bathroom is called Theo. I named the toaster Buzz because he has an odd habit of buzzing when you put bread in the left side. My iPods have all been named after songs of my favourite artists: my first 1GB nano, Little L (Jamiroquai), my second 8GB nano Octavarium (Dream Theater), also known as Octy, and my current 160GB classic Stellar (Incubus). I named Jared's 6-string Washburn bass guitar Washy, and thankfully my brother has bought him off Jared, because I got quite attached to him. The brand name of the back fridge is Kelvinator- I mean, who could resist calling that by its name?! And the list goes on... I can't wait till I get my new keyboard, my Korg Triton TR-76, so I can name that too!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Pressurecooker
"Procrastination paralysing me
Wanting me dead..."
I hate my inability to work without time-pressure. It started creeping up on me in 6th form and now, through the encouragement and example of pretty much everyone at Uni, it has morphed into its final form.
Whatever happened to the little girl in primary school who used to panic and crack under pressure, who used to have mental breakdowns and freak out? I even remember discussing it with mum, at the age of maybe 8 or 9. I said to her, "I don't work well under pressure, do I?"
Now... I don't know if it's because of the many other things around me to distract me from schoolwork, or the fact that I am no longer afraid of my mother catching me slacking off, or just the general sense of student apathy that permeates every aspect of University, but I am currently sitting at my laptop Toshie, staring at an essay question about Alice in Wonderland which I must write 1800 words on in the next 2 and a half days... of which there are really only about five hours of free time to write the thing. I know that if I was five straight hours out from the time that it's due, I'd be working frantically and productively and probably doing quite well. But because I have all those days inbetween now and then... I just can't do it...
Wanting me dead..."
I hate my inability to work without time-pressure. It started creeping up on me in 6th form and now, through the encouragement and example of pretty much everyone at Uni, it has morphed into its final form.
Whatever happened to the little girl in primary school who used to panic and crack under pressure, who used to have mental breakdowns and freak out? I even remember discussing it with mum, at the age of maybe 8 or 9. I said to her, "I don't work well under pressure, do I?"
Now... I don't know if it's because of the many other things around me to distract me from schoolwork, or the fact that I am no longer afraid of my mother catching me slacking off, or just the general sense of student apathy that permeates every aspect of University, but I am currently sitting at my laptop Toshie, staring at an essay question about Alice in Wonderland which I must write 1800 words on in the next 2 and a half days... of which there are really only about five hours of free time to write the thing. I know that if I was five straight hours out from the time that it's due, I'd be working frantically and productively and probably doing quite well. But because I have all those days inbetween now and then... I just can't do it...
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Townvirgin
"Take your time
To trust in me
And you will find...
The time goes by
So naturally
While you receive
Infinity."
I turned 18 last August and I actually hadn't yet gone out to town on a friday night. While this may seem abnormal, it's mostly because I'm, well, lazy. I could have tried to organise something and get a group together. But for one, as already mentioned, I'm lazy... and for two, I felt embarrassed to text people saying "I've never been to town before, can someone chaperon me?"
So anyway, last night me, Jared and most of the Tree: Tam, Greg, Ryan, Brooke, Josh Black, Dudley, Hanan, Saad and Julia (though the last two left early before we really got into many clubs) all met at Father Ted's to celebrate Brooke's impending birthday on Sunday. Wow, that's actually quite a large group, I hadn't realised... The night started off pretty low-key. Father Ted's was cool, there were these two guys playing guitars in the little band corner who did a cover of Hit Me Baby One More Time which was hilarious as our whole table was singing along word-perfect, especially Brooke and Tam who had both already had a few drinks haha. Saad and Tam disappeared to eat some Wendy's and were away quite a while, so we decided we should go look for them in case Wendy's had eaten them instead. Once we'd rescued them from the black hole of Wendy's we all trotted off down Queen St towards Cassette, which was amusing when we met Callum because he was handing out advertisements for the place. Cassette was PACKED- like, no place to sit at all, so we left in search of a place that was kicking but not so squished. At least, that's why I think we left haha. We walked up to Crow Bar but that was practically empty, so we waited with Julia till she got picked up (she had an early morning the next day) and then wandered off to this place Tam thought of called the Carpark. When we EVENTUALLY got there (Saad decided to go home because he hadn't slept in two days apparently, so Tam walked him to his car and Dudley led us off on a circuitous route to the place) it was actually really good. I'd had a large beer by that point and finished off two feijoa vodka + lemonades at the Carpark and then we cracked into some dancing. It was awesome at first, the DJ was playing old awesome rock hits with a dance beat underneath so it was like singing/screaming mania, but then he started going back to the gangsta stuff... and not the kind of gangsta stuff that I like. Jared was worried about his ears because the place was SO LOUD... and well, his ears are his livelihood. Also he wasn't drinking because he was on antibiotics, so that made the whole night a bit flat for him. We hung out outside for a bit and then everyone else joined us and we set off for Lenin on the Viaduct, but got told we were too casual. Snobs! We decide to go to Magarita's despite Dudley's misgivings about the place being full of underage girls. It was pretty good though once again the music was so loud as to be painful- I was slightly drunk by then though so it didn't bother me too much, but I think it gave Jared quite a headache. It was $5 drinks there too and I managed to get a bartender to make me a Pina Colada for $5 so I was pretty pleased. Then we really got into the dancing.
It's weird with club music... I've noticed that out of every 20 songs that are used in clubs, thesedays I only really like about 5 or 6 of them, compared with say 7 or 8 in 7th form and about 10 in 6th form. Music really is just going downhill! But of course, I danced anyway. I love dancing. The thing is that I don't dance with people, even if people are there... it's more like I'm dancing with the music. And this brings me to a rather annoying point of the night.
Brooke has always had this strange thing with me, it's like a mixture of mother hen and... like... dominant female? I don't know. But on the way up Queen St she kept prodding and stroking me on the arm and I told her to stop, so she bit me. This in itself is not as rare or strange as you might think, for Brooke. She is always threatening to bite people, she's just... Brooke. But it really actually hurt. I kind of wanted to hit her or shout at her. She's always joking around, like flirting with me in a way, and it just makes me feel uncomfortable. She was dancing close to me in Margie's and trying to get me to do that dance move, you know, the one where girls crouch down low to the ground and then come back up again, with her. I'm scared that one day she will do that thing that many girls seem to do in clubs, lose it and try to kiss me or something, and I just could not handle that. I'm heterosexual, people! Completely and utterly! And besides, kissing or flirting with ANYONE, boy or girl, when you're taken is cheating. And she should know that I think that way. Anyway, I think (hope) that most of the reason she behaves that way around me is that she knows it makes me feel uncomfortable and she finds it funny and just wants to wind me up. And was also a bit drunk.
Aaaaanyway. Jared refused to go onto the dancefloor with us because it was too close to the speakers and he was already in a bit of pain and had his fingers in his ears. So I danced with the rest of the guys and Brooke but always kept an eye on him to make sure he wasn't all by himself. At about 12.40am Jared and I admitted defeat- I was sweaty and exhausted- and headed off home. I don't think we're made for staying out late, I seem to have lost the ability since 7th form afterball... out of condition!
We headed back to the carpark on Victoria St only to find that it had been locked at midnight... Jared called the number and they told him that it would cost $40 to get the car out, and at that moment another girl started walking down the corridor towards us and I took one look at her and thought maybe we can split the bill. Luckily two more people with cars turned up at the same time as the security guy did, and he was REALLY nice... he said it wasn't his company but he would allow us to split the $40 between us, so we got out alright. What a nice guy!
On the way home Jared and I agreed that he would have had a better night if he'd brought earplugs and been drinking, and he even said what I was thinking... that the next time he went out he thought it might be better if he went without me, because there was one less person to worry about. Of course, when I said that I felt the same way, he was like "I know this is really hypocritical but I would be really worried about you going out without me". I just told him that I hoped he would be able to get over that eventually... because I really feel that I would have a better time if I didn't have to worry about Jared having a good time too... Is that stink? I hope not... at least he feels the same way. But like... town is a single person's place. And the only way to do couple dancing in a club is that slutty kind of sexual dancing which I'm really not into. And Jared doesn't really like dancing in clubs anyway... he doesn't like the music. It makes him look and feel awkward. Whereas I find it the best music for dancing to because I have hips... anyway.
I felt really gross and dirty when we got home so I had a quick shower and hopped into bed. BED FELT SO NICE after all that loudness and wood floors haha. And that was the end of my night. It'll probably last me quite a while... I tend to have a night out and then stay home for like 2 weeks and it's all good.
So, I am no longer a townvirgin. Finally. After writing this I'm actually kind of excited for the next time!
To trust in me
And you will find...
The time goes by
So naturally
While you receive
Infinity."
I turned 18 last August and I actually hadn't yet gone out to town on a friday night. While this may seem abnormal, it's mostly because I'm, well, lazy. I could have tried to organise something and get a group together. But for one, as already mentioned, I'm lazy... and for two, I felt embarrassed to text people saying "I've never been to town before, can someone chaperon me?"
So anyway, last night me, Jared and most of the Tree: Tam, Greg, Ryan, Brooke, Josh Black, Dudley, Hanan, Saad and Julia (though the last two left early before we really got into many clubs) all met at Father Ted's to celebrate Brooke's impending birthday on Sunday. Wow, that's actually quite a large group, I hadn't realised... The night started off pretty low-key. Father Ted's was cool, there were these two guys playing guitars in the little band corner who did a cover of Hit Me Baby One More Time which was hilarious as our whole table was singing along word-perfect, especially Brooke and Tam who had both already had a few drinks haha. Saad and Tam disappeared to eat some Wendy's and were away quite a while, so we decided we should go look for them in case Wendy's had eaten them instead. Once we'd rescued them from the black hole of Wendy's we all trotted off down Queen St towards Cassette, which was amusing when we met Callum because he was handing out advertisements for the place. Cassette was PACKED- like, no place to sit at all, so we left in search of a place that was kicking but not so squished. At least, that's why I think we left haha. We walked up to Crow Bar but that was practically empty, so we waited with Julia till she got picked up (she had an early morning the next day) and then wandered off to this place Tam thought of called the Carpark. When we EVENTUALLY got there (Saad decided to go home because he hadn't slept in two days apparently, so Tam walked him to his car and Dudley led us off on a circuitous route to the place) it was actually really good. I'd had a large beer by that point and finished off two feijoa vodka + lemonades at the Carpark and then we cracked into some dancing. It was awesome at first, the DJ was playing old awesome rock hits with a dance beat underneath so it was like singing/screaming mania, but then he started going back to the gangsta stuff... and not the kind of gangsta stuff that I like. Jared was worried about his ears because the place was SO LOUD... and well, his ears are his livelihood. Also he wasn't drinking because he was on antibiotics, so that made the whole night a bit flat for him. We hung out outside for a bit and then everyone else joined us and we set off for Lenin on the Viaduct, but got told we were too casual. Snobs! We decide to go to Magarita's despite Dudley's misgivings about the place being full of underage girls. It was pretty good though once again the music was so loud as to be painful- I was slightly drunk by then though so it didn't bother me too much, but I think it gave Jared quite a headache. It was $5 drinks there too and I managed to get a bartender to make me a Pina Colada for $5 so I was pretty pleased. Then we really got into the dancing.
It's weird with club music... I've noticed that out of every 20 songs that are used in clubs, thesedays I only really like about 5 or 6 of them, compared with say 7 or 8 in 7th form and about 10 in 6th form. Music really is just going downhill! But of course, I danced anyway. I love dancing. The thing is that I don't dance with people, even if people are there... it's more like I'm dancing with the music. And this brings me to a rather annoying point of the night.
Brooke has always had this strange thing with me, it's like a mixture of mother hen and... like... dominant female? I don't know. But on the way up Queen St she kept prodding and stroking me on the arm and I told her to stop, so she bit me. This in itself is not as rare or strange as you might think, for Brooke. She is always threatening to bite people, she's just... Brooke. But it really actually hurt. I kind of wanted to hit her or shout at her. She's always joking around, like flirting with me in a way, and it just makes me feel uncomfortable. She was dancing close to me in Margie's and trying to get me to do that dance move, you know, the one where girls crouch down low to the ground and then come back up again, with her. I'm scared that one day she will do that thing that many girls seem to do in clubs, lose it and try to kiss me or something, and I just could not handle that. I'm heterosexual, people! Completely and utterly! And besides, kissing or flirting with ANYONE, boy or girl, when you're taken is cheating. And she should know that I think that way. Anyway, I think (hope) that most of the reason she behaves that way around me is that she knows it makes me feel uncomfortable and she finds it funny and just wants to wind me up. And was also a bit drunk.
Aaaaanyway. Jared refused to go onto the dancefloor with us because it was too close to the speakers and he was already in a bit of pain and had his fingers in his ears. So I danced with the rest of the guys and Brooke but always kept an eye on him to make sure he wasn't all by himself. At about 12.40am Jared and I admitted defeat- I was sweaty and exhausted- and headed off home. I don't think we're made for staying out late, I seem to have lost the ability since 7th form afterball... out of condition!
We headed back to the carpark on Victoria St only to find that it had been locked at midnight... Jared called the number and they told him that it would cost $40 to get the car out, and at that moment another girl started walking down the corridor towards us and I took one look at her and thought maybe we can split the bill. Luckily two more people with cars turned up at the same time as the security guy did, and he was REALLY nice... he said it wasn't his company but he would allow us to split the $40 between us, so we got out alright. What a nice guy!
On the way home Jared and I agreed that he would have had a better night if he'd brought earplugs and been drinking, and he even said what I was thinking... that the next time he went out he thought it might be better if he went without me, because there was one less person to worry about. Of course, when I said that I felt the same way, he was like "I know this is really hypocritical but I would be really worried about you going out without me". I just told him that I hoped he would be able to get over that eventually... because I really feel that I would have a better time if I didn't have to worry about Jared having a good time too... Is that stink? I hope not... at least he feels the same way. But like... town is a single person's place. And the only way to do couple dancing in a club is that slutty kind of sexual dancing which I'm really not into. And Jared doesn't really like dancing in clubs anyway... he doesn't like the music. It makes him look and feel awkward. Whereas I find it the best music for dancing to because I have hips... anyway.
I felt really gross and dirty when we got home so I had a quick shower and hopped into bed. BED FELT SO NICE after all that loudness and wood floors haha. And that was the end of my night. It'll probably last me quite a while... I tend to have a night out and then stay home for like 2 weeks and it's all good.
So, I am no longer a townvirgin. Finally. After writing this I'm actually kind of excited for the next time!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Wtfpwned
Me: "So, does my shit day beat your shit day?"
Danielle: "Hells yeah! Your shit day just wtfpwned mine. Mine didn't even see it coming. POW!"
Schedule for Wednesday, May 05, 2010.
6.00 am: Get up and get ready for Uni
7.00 am: Get Jared out of bed (nicely) and have him drive me to the train station
7.25 am: Get on train
8.10 am: Get off train, walk to Uni
8.45 am: Arrive at Uni
9.00 am: LINGUISTICS LECTURE. Do a beats swap with Danielle
10.00 am: ANCIENT HISTORY LECTURE. Sit by self as Amy is at home hurriedly finishing her essay. Hand own essay in to tutor
11.00 am: Curly fries with Danielle
12.00 pm: ACCOUNTING LECTURE.
1.00 pm: Decide not to go to English lecture. Sit in on Danielle's MUSIC LECTURE instead. Spend 2 hours studying for Accounting test
3.00 pm: Come out of lecture. Go to info commons
3.30 pm:
4.30 pm:
5.30 pm:
6.30 pm: Accounting test
7.30 pm: Go home.
FOOD CONSUMED AT AUCKLAND UNIVERSITY TODAY: 1 cup of tea, 2 rice wafers, 1 large bowl of fries, 3 gingernut biscuits, 1 apple, 1 bottle of water, 1 small tub of butter chicken, 1 vanilla coke.
TIME SPENT AT AUCKLAND UNIVERSITY TODAY: 10 hours 45 minutes. Wtfpwned.
Danielle: "Hells yeah! Your shit day just wtfpwned mine. Mine didn't even see it coming. POW!"
Schedule for Wednesday, May 05, 2010.
6.00 am: Get up and get ready for Uni
7.00 am: Get Jared out of bed (nicely) and have him drive me to the train station
7.25 am: Get on train
8.10 am: Get off train, walk to Uni
8.45 am: Arrive at Uni
9.00 am: LINGUISTICS LECTURE. Do a beats swap with Danielle
10.00 am: ANCIENT HISTORY LECTURE. Sit by self as Amy is at home hurriedly finishing her essay. Hand own essay in to tutor
11.00 am: Curly fries with Danielle
12.00 pm: ACCOUNTING LECTURE.
1.00 pm: Decide not to go to English lecture. Sit in on Danielle's MUSIC LECTURE instead. Spend 2 hours studying for Accounting test
3.00 pm: Come out of lecture. Go to info commons
3.30 pm:
4.30 pm:
5.30 pm:
6.30 pm: Accounting test
7.30 pm: Go home.
FOOD CONSUMED AT AUCKLAND UNIVERSITY TODAY: 1 cup of tea, 2 rice wafers, 1 large bowl of fries, 3 gingernut biscuits, 1 apple, 1 bottle of water, 1 small tub of butter chicken, 1 vanilla coke.
TIME SPENT AT AUCKLAND UNIVERSITY TODAY: 10 hours 45 minutes. Wtfpwned.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)