So I was just complaining to myself about how I've run out of stuff to write about, and Crystal has come along and solved my problem/made my life more difficult by tagging me to write about my unspectacular quirks.
The Rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged.
I feel like there should be another rule since everything about this is done in sixes. I'm almost compelled to make one up.
o1. I eat fruit with salt.
You probably won't find me adding salt to my dinner at the table, however I do eat it with fruit. Weird, no? I get a lot of looks when I ask for salt just as the random free fruit platter comes out at the restaurant. I used to think it was an asian thing, since they're quite into their sweet/savoury pairings, but even they give me strange looks, so really I think I just picked it up from my mum. Its not all fruit. Salt with any berry is weird, bananas are out of the question, but apples, oranges, jackfruit etc its all fair game. And its a must with watermelon, seriously. Don't diss it, you have to let it settle/soak in for a second, but then it makes everything taste sweeter. I swear! I don't feel like I've ever converted anyone on this.
o2. I leave home unnecessarily early for uni.
I'm talking like, an hour and a half unnecessarily early. Just so I have alot of time to sit down for coffee, read my horoscope, whine and pretend to study. Ironically, despite getting to the CBD at least an hour before class starts, I'm usually late for said class(es) because I get distracted trying to con someone into giving me chocolate or marshmallows, instead of decorating cupcakes with them. Or am too busy complaining about how much I hate Johnathan Cainer. Either way, it takes me about 30 minutes of saying "I really should leave now/should probably have left 10 minutes ago/my class starts in 5 minutes I should go/I think I'm already late for class" before I'm actually on a tram.
o3. I'm fairly anti-aircon.
Its just really artificially cold and makes me feel abit sick. My relatives here are really confused by this. They're all like, "But you come from a cold country! How do you stand the cold there?" Winter cold is a completely different type of cold. My uni likes to make my life more difficult by being overly enthusiastic with the heating/cooling systems. Its like they like to waste money. If its anywhere in the vicinity of 'warm' they'll blast the aircon, howevs if its 'cool' they'll turn the heater up so high you can barely breathe. As a result I wear alot of layers, carry a jacket all the time, and wear scarves that double as shawls/blankets. Also, the thing to change the temperature settings resides on the roof. Makes sense, no? As a result, I don't think just anyone is qualified to change it. They probably need to hire some guy to do it. But don't, which is why its constantly ridiculous.
o4. I'm really picky about stationary.
Last year I rediscovered my love for Bic Classic finepoint pens. I sort of maybe refuse to use anything else. I buy these by the box. Before that I liked these pharmaceutical company pens - you know the ones that drug reps give to doctors etc? So, I might be drowning in them at work, but um..., I like these ones made by this Vietnamese drug company. Way to like things that aren't difficult to obtain, at all. Also, I can't study without highlighters. To be even more annoying I have this colour coordination thing going on. Purple is a really bad highlighter colour since its too dark - so I use it like a texta for big umbrella headings. Pink for headings, Orange for subheadings, Yellow for in text highlighting, Green for examples, Blue for definitions, Purple again for equations. So that was to much information, but now you know. I feel like no one understands me on this - but at least my notes look pretty.
o5. 80% of the time I have block of Lindt chocolate stashed in my bag.
Its always some variety of dark chocolate, and we all know that has antioxidants so it CAN'T be bad for me right? At some point i probably went through 3 blocks a week. That's weekdays. Despite this chocolate obsession, I weirdly never eat chocolate at home, I think it has something to do with the fact that I didn't like chocolate as a kid. Boy am I making up for it now. So on the holidays the chocolate goes untouched. My waist seems to feel indifferently about this. Mint is my favourite. I like the chilli chocolate as well. The new pear flavour confused me completely. And I usually don't like orange chocolate but Green and Black's Maya Gold chocolate is pretty amazing. That's what's in my bag the other 20% of the time. I still hate Lindt cherry chocolate, no matter what you say.
o6. I don't wear pants.
Actually, a pushy sales assistant forced me to try on some pants that matched the jacket i tried on the other day. But besides that, it's been awhile. I don't really know why. It was an unconscious decision. I think I discovered stockings and learnt that my legs weren't colder. Sort of like when you realise getting your ears pierced doesn't hurt that much, so then you want more. Obviously I couldn't think of anything else to write about.
Um, so pretty sure I don't actually know 6 bloggers that haven't already been tagged for this. So I'm only going to tag 3. Plus, Crystal did it too, so there! I'm tagging: my beautiful year 12 buddy Vi, my lover - that girl, & last but not least, haivee.
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
You won't get better till you're worse
Reasons May isn't delivering on its 'promise' to be my favoritest month ever.
o1. stupidly tedious assignment due at 5pm.
I've discovered that even if i start doing things early, i will STILL be doing it at the last minute, pretty much no matter what. Should probably leave it to the last minute anyway, and stop wasting all the time i spend half doing it. Where i could be doing other probably more fun things. Such as mindless tv, msn/facebook/gmail(talk)/clean/stare at the wall/read about anything other than GOUT. gout is a disgusting word.
o2. public transport has HATED me the past month or so.
heaps of trains running, but taking TWICE as long, because they like to stop in the middle of nowhere for prolonged periods of time. wednesday morning (wednesday = day from hell, and when i started writing this) a rather 'unsavoury' (oh hey, i've never really thought about that term, not savory. does that = sweet? well that's not what i mean. anyway...) character fainted on the train. now i'm gonna sound like an awful person, i was concerned for their wellbeing howevs, IT WAS COLD, i did not wanna get off the train, to squish onto another one. blah blah, was in a hurry, had to work on aforementioned assignment of evil. wanted to die.
then last night, it failed me YET AGAIN. I was at loverly eleanor's house warming, which we had to leave early (me becaues my parents thougth i was still at uni, and well they're not that dumb, i can't push it too much. in my defense, en lives like a block away from uni, so hey i wasclose enough.) so we left around 10 past 8 or so, WAITED about half an hour for a tram, so i missed the 8:30 train home. finally got to the station, was gonna catch the 8:57 (i was supposed to be home by 9 btw) and that was delayed, so it was important that we bought some food! food being ice cream in my case. went down to the train, was harrasssed by an awful bitter old woman, who actually called gem a bitch. only to find my 'delayed' train wasn't really as delayed as they said it would be and as a result had left without me. next train was 9:27. it took me nearly an hour and a half to get an a train after leaving en's. and it really shoudl take 20 minutes max.
i was tired and annoyed. dad cracked the shits. the end.
03. and then, a bird shat on me.
don't try to tell me it's good luck. i won't believe you. i know, that's just what all the people who get shat on try to say to make themselves feel better. i'm not into that sort of denial.
So was walking along to the library (from the cafe where i was working on my assignment) to check online if my 10am class was going to be recorded (which meant i could skip it) because i didn't think i was gonna finish the assignment on time if i went. it wasn't recorded, but i didn't go anyway, mostly because I HAD BIRD SHIT DOWN MY TOP. now 'luckily' it wasn't on my dress, just on the hoodie i was wearing, because oh, that was my WORK DRESS. and i had work later on. i woulda been super hot. So i went back to the cafe, looked really sad alot, and washed my jumper in the sink. then my hands with antibacterial soap. kills 99.9% of germs they say.
o4. did i mention the assignment sucked?
it was fairly pointless. 2 sections.
- first involved giving advice to my hypothetical customer. he wanted to stop taking his prescription meds and take a more 'natural' alternative. i had to form a 'search strategy' it was like an assignment on google, seriously. but using data bases. 'i put in these words and got 439402834 billion results. this was too broad, so i added another search term, to refine my search i then got only 392 results. of these 3 were relevant' then i had to tell my patient what i found out in 500 words or less. which was super shit to write, because in real life, even though i talk alot, I DON'T TALK CONTINUOUSLY WITHOUT PAUSE for that long. poor pretend customer.
- the second part invovled 'critically appraising' a journal article about a study. mine was about the super awesome fun subject of gouty gout gout (and goutlike arthritis etc.). this wasn't that bad. just that my study didn't make much sense, because the people who carried it out are, well. idiots. but that was okay, i dealt with it. However, to add to my constant pain (literal as well) yesterday i had a 3 hour prac session on my favourite topic of gout. where my lecturer just liked to torture us. we were done (2 hours in) and he said, 'do you want to go home, or watch this video(ON GOUT)?' you can guess the answer. he then said 'shut up. this video is kinda shit, and you wont' get much out of it but watch it anway' and proceeded to make me want to KILL MYSELF. now you see, with our assignments, there were like 20 different studies and patient scenarios you could get. i was just oh so lucky to get gout. AND EVERYONE ELSE THERE, even though they hadn't spent the last week spewing gout (ew!) wanted to die also. imagine how awesome i felt. the last bit of the assignment involves posting 'meaningful' contributions on a discussion board. i am not very good at 'meaningful'.
05. after an appropriately long time spent at the cafe, i went to the library.
i didnt' go to any classes wednesday.
i couldn't remember really how to reference! because the last assignment i had was literally 2 and a half years ago. why do this to me pharmacy? i hate you! i went to the library because it has the amazing INTERNET. which is what i'm using now actually. and i had been avoiding the internet due to its 'distracting' properties. howevs i actually needed it then, to you know 'refine' my search and what not. after about an hour the internet CEASED TO FUNCTION but possibly jsut for me and for no real reason. i was really. pretty much, on the verge of tears. the whole day was already lots of nervous, stressed fun. i wandered around, trying out different locations, and turnign things off and back on, but to no avail. see, it was connecting, but just wouldn't let me do anything. and i don't know WHY it happeend because it previosuly was working jsut fine. until it just stopped. to spite me i bet. i freaked out alot, also because the assignment had to be submitted ONLINE. and like, yes. also, lots of things broke. at jungle juice also. i suspect it was my presence.
06. i was driven to insanity
while at the library, i needed to go to the bathroom (as you do when you drink coffee + lots of water, and if you're like me, then probs every 5 or so minutes) but anyway. it made me terribly sad how crazy i was becoming. obvs couldn't carry my laptop with me, so i left it. and saved everythign onto my usb, which i took with me, JUST IN CASE someone decided to steal my laptop, i would at least still have my assignments. yup. those were my priorities.
07. and then my phone turned off.
because it ran out of batteries. because my dad cracked the shits at me the night before, becaues he went into my room in search of the phone charger (it was in the bathroom) and realised what a mess it was/he couldn't find it etc. and so i was too scared to tell him i actually sorta needed it. but i still had 1 bar left, that should've totally lasted theday. so not. more like 2 hours.
08. in addition my horoscope said "do not think about chocolate" as the first words.
I read that far, and then was like, fuck, i'm screwed. i can't remember what the rest of it was about. but that was obvs the most important part, even though the start an dend of Jonathan's predictions are never in anyway related. Ali's reaction was "but you're the most chocolate obsessed person i know". And so i pulled the 2 blocks of chocolate out of my bag and started eating. I think Jonathan knows a gemini he hates. and so he's taking it out on me. i haven't had a good prediction in months. Though, my horoscope book keeps telling me how awesome May is, and it hasn't delivered. you can't win. After i submitted my assignment, in the little time i had not doing much before work, i went and had the most massive hot chocolate ever. becfause i was hyped from stress, and coffee might make me hear ringing in mjy ears (which is what i learnt today! and i haven't even been to class yet). yeah that's right. Fuck you Jonathan Cainer.
09. as soon as i submitted my assignment, i thought of more stuff to add
howevs i submitted at 2:30, TWO AND A HALF HOURS before the deadline. but only about an hour before my personal deadline. because i had to go to work and stuff.
10. And then i had to work.
until 9 pm. did i mention i only got 3 hours of broken sleep? i tried to stay up to finish the assignment, but was stupidly , ridiclusouly tired (normally if i sleep before 1am, i think i'm getting sick) but around 1 i wanted to DIE and couldn't keep my eyes open/focus at all. so i had a bit of a nap. and woke up again at 2 to keep working on it. i was STARVING and had the 'best' ever vita wheats. i think it was just the extreme hunger talking. stayed up till after 4, went to bed for a bit. and was up at 6 to get ready for the day of hell.
but i had ice cream at work, and that negates most of the negatives.
o1. stupidly tedious assignment due at 5pm.
I've discovered that even if i start doing things early, i will STILL be doing it at the last minute, pretty much no matter what. Should probably leave it to the last minute anyway, and stop wasting all the time i spend half doing it. Where i could be doing other probably more fun things. Such as mindless tv, msn/facebook/gmail(talk)/clean/stare at the wall/read about anything other than GOUT. gout is a disgusting word.
o2. public transport has HATED me the past month or so.
heaps of trains running, but taking TWICE as long, because they like to stop in the middle of nowhere for prolonged periods of time. wednesday morning (wednesday = day from hell, and when i started writing this) a rather 'unsavoury' (oh hey, i've never really thought about that term, not savory. does that = sweet? well that's not what i mean. anyway...) character fainted on the train. now i'm gonna sound like an awful person, i was concerned for their wellbeing howevs, IT WAS COLD, i did not wanna get off the train, to squish onto another one. blah blah, was in a hurry, had to work on aforementioned assignment of evil. wanted to die.
then last night, it failed me YET AGAIN. I was at loverly eleanor's house warming, which we had to leave early (me becaues my parents thougth i was still at uni, and well they're not that dumb, i can't push it too much. in my defense, en lives like a block away from uni, so hey i wasclose enough.) so we left around 10 past 8 or so, WAITED about half an hour for a tram, so i missed the 8:30 train home. finally got to the station, was gonna catch the 8:57 (i was supposed to be home by 9 btw) and that was delayed, so it was important that we bought some food! food being ice cream in my case. went down to the train, was harrasssed by an awful bitter old woman, who actually called gem a bitch. only to find my 'delayed' train wasn't really as delayed as they said it would be and as a result had left without me. next train was 9:27. it took me nearly an hour and a half to get an a train after leaving en's. and it really shoudl take 20 minutes max.
i was tired and annoyed. dad cracked the shits. the end.
03. and then, a bird shat on me.
don't try to tell me it's good luck. i won't believe you. i know, that's just what all the people who get shat on try to say to make themselves feel better. i'm not into that sort of denial.
So was walking along to the library (from the cafe where i was working on my assignment) to check online if my 10am class was going to be recorded (which meant i could skip it) because i didn't think i was gonna finish the assignment on time if i went. it wasn't recorded, but i didn't go anyway, mostly because I HAD BIRD SHIT DOWN MY TOP. now 'luckily' it wasn't on my dress, just on the hoodie i was wearing, because oh, that was my WORK DRESS. and i had work later on. i woulda been super hot. So i went back to the cafe, looked really sad alot, and washed my jumper in the sink. then my hands with antibacterial soap. kills 99.9% of germs they say.
o4. did i mention the assignment sucked?
it was fairly pointless. 2 sections.
- first involved giving advice to my hypothetical customer. he wanted to stop taking his prescription meds and take a more 'natural' alternative. i had to form a 'search strategy' it was like an assignment on google, seriously. but using data bases. 'i put in these words and got 439402834 billion results. this was too broad, so i added another search term, to refine my search i then got only 392 results. of these 3 were relevant' then i had to tell my patient what i found out in 500 words or less. which was super shit to write, because in real life, even though i talk alot, I DON'T TALK CONTINUOUSLY WITHOUT PAUSE for that long. poor pretend customer.
- the second part invovled 'critically appraising' a journal article about a study. mine was about the super awesome fun subject of gouty gout gout (and goutlike arthritis etc.). this wasn't that bad. just that my study didn't make much sense, because the people who carried it out are, well. idiots. but that was okay, i dealt with it. However, to add to my constant pain (literal as well) yesterday i had a 3 hour prac session on my favourite topic of gout. where my lecturer just liked to torture us. we were done (2 hours in) and he said, 'do you want to go home, or watch this video(ON GOUT)?' you can guess the answer. he then said 'shut up. this video is kinda shit, and you wont' get much out of it but watch it anway' and proceeded to make me want to KILL MYSELF. now you see, with our assignments, there were like 20 different studies and patient scenarios you could get. i was just oh so lucky to get gout. AND EVERYONE ELSE THERE, even though they hadn't spent the last week spewing gout (ew!) wanted to die also. imagine how awesome i felt. the last bit of the assignment involves posting 'meaningful' contributions on a discussion board. i am not very good at 'meaningful'.
05. after an appropriately long time spent at the cafe, i went to the library.
i didnt' go to any classes wednesday.
i couldn't remember really how to reference! because the last assignment i had was literally 2 and a half years ago. why do this to me pharmacy? i hate you! i went to the library because it has the amazing INTERNET. which is what i'm using now actually. and i had been avoiding the internet due to its 'distracting' properties. howevs i actually needed it then, to you know 'refine' my search and what not. after about an hour the internet CEASED TO FUNCTION but possibly jsut for me and for no real reason. i was really. pretty much, on the verge of tears. the whole day was already lots of nervous, stressed fun. i wandered around, trying out different locations, and turnign things off and back on, but to no avail. see, it was connecting, but just wouldn't let me do anything. and i don't know WHY it happeend because it previosuly was working jsut fine. until it just stopped. to spite me i bet. i freaked out alot, also because the assignment had to be submitted ONLINE. and like, yes. also, lots of things broke. at jungle juice also. i suspect it was my presence.
06. i was driven to insanity
while at the library, i needed to go to the bathroom (as you do when you drink coffee + lots of water, and if you're like me, then probs every 5 or so minutes) but anyway. it made me terribly sad how crazy i was becoming. obvs couldn't carry my laptop with me, so i left it. and saved everythign onto my usb, which i took with me, JUST IN CASE someone decided to steal my laptop, i would at least still have my assignments. yup. those were my priorities.
07. and then my phone turned off.
because it ran out of batteries. because my dad cracked the shits at me the night before, becaues he went into my room in search of the phone charger (it was in the bathroom) and realised what a mess it was/he couldn't find it etc. and so i was too scared to tell him i actually sorta needed it. but i still had 1 bar left, that should've totally lasted theday. so not. more like 2 hours.
08. in addition my horoscope said "do not think about chocolate" as the first words.
I read that far, and then was like, fuck, i'm screwed. i can't remember what the rest of it was about. but that was obvs the most important part, even though the start an dend of Jonathan's predictions are never in anyway related. Ali's reaction was "but you're the most chocolate obsessed person i know". And so i pulled the 2 blocks of chocolate out of my bag and started eating. I think Jonathan knows a gemini he hates. and so he's taking it out on me. i haven't had a good prediction in months. Though, my horoscope book keeps telling me how awesome May is, and it hasn't delivered. you can't win. After i submitted my assignment, in the little time i had not doing much before work, i went and had the most massive hot chocolate ever. becfause i was hyped from stress, and coffee might make me hear ringing in mjy ears (which is what i learnt today! and i haven't even been to class yet). yeah that's right. Fuck you Jonathan Cainer.
09. as soon as i submitted my assignment, i thought of more stuff to add
howevs i submitted at 2:30, TWO AND A HALF HOURS before the deadline. but only about an hour before my personal deadline. because i had to go to work and stuff.
10. And then i had to work.
until 9 pm. did i mention i only got 3 hours of broken sleep? i tried to stay up to finish the assignment, but was stupidly , ridiclusouly tired (normally if i sleep before 1am, i think i'm getting sick) but around 1 i wanted to DIE and couldn't keep my eyes open/focus at all. so i had a bit of a nap. and woke up again at 2 to keep working on it. i was STARVING and had the 'best' ever vita wheats. i think it was just the extreme hunger talking. stayed up till after 4, went to bed for a bit. and was up at 6 to get ready for the day of hell.
but i had ice cream at work, and that negates most of the negatives.
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