Jaded, but still confused

Storms, torrents, floods, really really strong winds & so on... didn't go home last night...
That's how the last couple of days have been in Sydney...
Friday: Had my Japanese speaking exam, so I HAD to go to Uni - no two ways about it.
FREEZING temperatures (well, it was for me, since Sydney's had nothing but extreme to above-average temperatures as far back as my memory stretches).
Anyway, had plans to do stuff with Emu, so went over to her place (which is half a world away). By the time we got there, it was about 2:30... I think. By the time we finished the stuff we wanted to finish, it was 4:30- record time, if you ask me. But it gets dark by 5PM AND Nemo called (on behlaf of extremely over-protective Dad) to ask whereabouts. Told them my whereabouts (half a world away from my place).
Dad freaked.
Nemo was confused.
Flynn freaked.
Was told to NOT CATCH A TRAIN under any circumstances.
Emu freaked (more than Flynn, if memory serves).
Crashed at Emu's for the night (homeless, clotheless & toothbrush-less).
Mum called in confusion & bewilderment (how did Flynn manage to disappear??)
Mum freaked (but less than Dad...MUCH less).
Ash was told not to bus over from Canberra on Friday night.
Ash called & was as confused as I was about Dad's over-protectiveness.
Had a good night, though... Emu's cat's really cute (give her a scratch for me, will you, Emu?).

Left after lunch at Emu's.
Still cold, but marginally more tolerable waether.
Was afraid to come home & face wrath of Dad.
Got home in one frozen piece.
Luckily, parents had to leave for dunno where.
Escaped afore-mentioned "wrath".
Ash came down for the long weekend.
Mum left instructions for me to cook dinner (ARGH!)
Am attempting to cram before exams... or pretending to do so.
Will most likely fall asleep before revising anything.

Shikkari! Shikkari!!

It means RUBBER SANDALS!!

It's always a good idea to begin with definitions... clear the air before bagging out folks & all.



Tool (Aussie slang): an idiot; a fool

Thongs: rubber sandals (called flip-flops in New Zealand on account of the noise they make when walking).



It took me 2 & a bit years to complete the picture, but it's now ready for all you folks out there (ok, there's only you, Emu) to have a read-through. Years of people-watching & psychology-studying has led me to conduct an in-depth analysis of what you are about to read below.

It's the phenomenon I've dubbed "The Tool in Thongs" (AKA) Your average Sydney Uni student (of the male variety).





The Tool in Thongs:



Summer dress code is as follows (let's follow a bottom-up examination here):



Thongs are the ONLY way to go(if you're not in thongs, you're a tool). Going barefoot is marginally acceptable.

NEVER wear long pants, but if you must, then only jeans are acceptable (as long as they're 10 sizes too big & halfway down your thighs thus allowing a spectacular view of your boxer shorts). However, shorts are ideal (also preferebly 10 sizes too large).

T-shirts must be light, short-sleeved & taken off at 5mins to midday... no need for sun-protection, skin cancer can be worried about when you're older, but if you're well-muscled, sunscreen may be used to show-off abs/biceps/triceps & all other muscles in the upper body region.

The hair is the most important. Appearance MUST reflect the just-rolled-off-bed-and-ran-hand-through-hair look. Also accpetable is the have-neglected-hygeine-for-2-weeks look, but research has found that the latter is not as attractive to either sex.

Accessories are frowned upon, unless they're sunglasses or mobile phones (which are ESSENTIAL).

Bags are only for freaks & geeks.

A pen will suffice (along with wallet & mobile).

Lack of paper/notebook provides ideal opportunity to borrow from the hot chik next to you, which in turn paves the way for introductions & an exchange of numbers.



Autumn & Spring dress code is almost the same, except that the T-shirt must not be taken off & walking barefoot is no longer acceptable. Shorts are still all the go & bags will always be for freaks & geeks only.







So that's the end of my analysis... I don't understand this phenomenon, I just know that this is it.

What happens if the postman doesn't smile??

A bit of randomness:

• Marilyn Monroe apparently used to chop off half a centimeter off one of her heels (from ALL her shoes), so that she could get that whole hip-swinging-while-walking thing happening... I mean, who cares that that would totally screw up her back & spinal cord in the long run, right? As long as she was hot & hip-swinging, it's all good right??

(what would I do without my social psych lectures?)

• Jap people apparently use 3 times as many tissues as Americans, so does that mean they use like 10 times as many as Aussies??

(don't ask where I got this info from, I just know that it's true)

So, it's been ages & eons & stuff, but hey, maybe I've been busy studying & whatnot? (yeah ok- I guess not...). There's just nothing to tell.





Ummm... I think that's all. Lke I said- nothing to tell. Except one thing ... I'm only starting to realise that this is the last year of my degree! Yeah- my panic button is kinda halfway switched on. Someone's finger's just waiting to push the button & then I guess I'll panic... or maybe not.


Speaking of panicking. A while ago 2 people (wont be naming names or anything, they know who they are) have insisted that they really wish something would happen to turn my life upside down.


Eh?? What??!! WHY!?!?!


I don't understand why... I like my life thanks. A bit mundane- no real crises or exciting events, but who's complaining?? Mundane suits me. I like smooth sailing, going (whereever) with the flow ... yeah. So, if you're gonna wish for something for me, don't let it be "for something HUGE to happen". I'm alright with the daily grind thanks.





cheerios are yuck & I dunno when I'll be back for more, but heads up, Emu.


& Cheers all!


:D