centre place

i've been hiding out at the library alot. again. i do this often. these days i'm doing more people-watching than studying. and more tweeting than lectopia-ing. but whatever. here's the view from my seat.i took that with my laptop and now everyone thinks i'm a weirdo. but whatever, now that we're all caught up on where i am right this second; wanna hear what happened yesterday?

First of all, I forced the sun to shine with my summery attire. The people rejoiced and gave me chocolate for my efforts. I know, amazing right?

this is me not studying among the study-ers. look my hair matches my scarf! i don't know why.

The other thing that happened left me confused for at least 2 and a half lectures. A random stopped me on the way to the tramstop & I, quasi-typically tried to do the avoid eye contact/brush off. It didn't work. She was trying to find the 'chemist' (which was right in front of her). When showed her, she seemed not to believe me and proceeded to tell me about her feelings and how she thought she might be pregnant and therefore needed a test to check. i was like, yeah you can get one in there. but she still seemed confused. so i had to take her in and show her/explain how to use it.

Seriously, why me? I spent the next 5 minutes checking that i wasn't still wearing my pharrmacy name badge (the one that save's the uni's arse if i accidentally kill someone while slave labouring). Then I realised how weird she probs thought i was afterwards. Helpful, but weird all the same. I just don't get how out of all the people on the street you'd pick me to ask about that sorta thing. I mean, I look about 12. No one believes that I've finished high school. Patients at the hospital were lovely, but also probably wondering why they let the small children talk to them. I still don't understand. But I'm also starving, which is more important right now.

if you sing a song, sing a song for them

So my wallet was stolen a week and a half ago from the library. Obvs i've lost my faith in people etc. Also it was taken right out of my bag, which was on the floor next to me. Nice one karma, what did i ever do to you?


Here's what was in there, and why it wasn't worth the effort:
- $20 exactly. Two $10 notes. No coins. But you'd only find $10 if you didn't look hard enough. The other $10 was folded up, wrapped with paper, in an inner inner compartment, didn't really belong completely to me, and was supposed to be cake money the next time the CM's went out for dinner. Sorry kids, no cake for us.

- Weekly train ticket. This is pretty good actually. I only bought it that morning, and it was a concession ticket. But hey, i've been getting away with buying concession tickets and not being busted by the ticket inspectors since my wallet's been stolen. If I can do it, you can too! Actually i think there was a 5x weekend saver in there too. Think i only used that once as well.

- Broken pendant. Bought it in vietnam. Heartish shaped silver with a pearl. It was pretty, but broken, obvs. and only worth like $2. So sorry, you still lose.

- Alot of cards. Sorry did you want to steal my identity? you can be me? wanna sit my exams? you've gotta at least PASS them obviously, and you know. BONUS sleep deprivation and callouses from writing. I'll through them in, no extra cost! You can have some no-doz too. I won't need it if i don't have to sit the exams. Okay so my student ID wasn't in there. and you may need that to sit the actual exam, but you know. i'll lend it too you. just give it back, cos that flimsy piece of plastic costs $60 to replace. Cos they'll want at least some form of ID from me, if i'm forced to sit my exam, and oh, you've got my licence already. Other cards include: atm, medicare, health care, library, working with children and various random abandoned memberships. Sweet as.

- ticket stubs

- general clutter. including but not limited to: beads, business cards, defunct loyalty cards, reciepts, bobby pins and rubber bands.

So there's other stuff too. But I don't think I'm ready to talk. Let's just say I'm a scared. And a bit of a mess. But in better news, I only have one exam left.

its just amusing watching you dance

I really don't know what else to tell you. What is it you wanna hear?

This is everything, y'know?
I've been having a lot of thoughts, but most of themn are along the lines of 'dontfaildontfaildontfaildontfail' followed by 'ihateunihatehatehateunihateargh'.

Its Sunday, and i'm at the library. I've never done this before. Saturday was the limit, and that was a recent thing too. Before all this I'd avoid the library at all costs. I'm pretty sure i've never even borrowed a library book for myself at the uni library.


It was all about just doing well enough to pass. And in this freaking course, that's hard enough as it is. Even my crazy parents say you just have to pass. that's all. Granted, they're probably trying to make me feel better when i think i've just failed.

And, I know this is awful, but I don't feel like there's any reason to do really well. Its kind of completely pointless. Nothing I'm learning here can really be applied out there in the real world. Can draw the structure of morphine? Biosynthesis of cholesterol/steroids? pH-rate profiles? Sound like gibberish to you? Yeah i thought so. And that's the whole thing. They teach us about communication, body language, lean forward eye contact, hand on top when shaking hands is the dominant position, but what does it all mean? We're supposed to be able to communicate with our clients, but its not as if i can spew any of this state of ionisation stuff to even the most educated patients. They don't care, and more importantly it doesn't even matter.

Yet, despite all that, i strangely want to actually do well. More than just passing and getting through. Its never been like this. I refuse to stay up late to study, refuse to pull all nighters, refuse to change too much to accomodate the craziness.

All of that's still there, except here I am at the library, on a Sunday. People are glaring at me for no reason, and the electric bin opened automatically as i walked past (wonder what it was trying to tell me) and i'm starting to even though it doesn't matter.

So i'm gonna take my books, head down for some coffee, and hope another rubber penis doesn't fall from the sky like it did on the way here. Then i'm gonna go to the beach.

she said, is anybody out there?

sooooo... like, one down, five to go.
exams that is. it doesn't really have a very awesome ring to it. i really don't like to think about it. its taking over my entire life. hello, i went to the library today, and its SATURDAY. on saturday we rest. or work to earn money. we do NOT study, though apparently i do now. the world is spinning funny and mercury is hurting me. mercury is in retrograde, and i'm telling everyone, because obviously its ruining my life. except i think people are mostly just laughing behind my back, like not only does she read horoscopes, she talks about mercury and the angle between the stars and the sun. actually most people just think i'm talking about the metal. and like i don't know, biting on old fashion thermometers and ingesting some pretty silver liquid? they probably think that's why i'm insane. wow. tangennttt.

so... like i've become super boring obviously. i mean i normally am not particularly sociable voluntarily and do not go out a lot but you know its more depresssing. so how was your day? oh you know, awesome! i went to the library, yeahhh. on my birthday. so super exciting. you missed out on the party aw, are you getting up to anything tonight? yeah, gonna go home and studyyy. oh yeahh. what's on this weekend? mmm. let me think about that one. i'm gonna... study. though i suppose at least i'm leaving the house. i think i would go more batshit crazy than i already am if i just didnt' leave the house all these weeks. even if i'm just leaving to go to the library. and the only people i see / talk to in the flesh are the people who make my coffee. oh yeah! really?!

howevs, the library is NOT all fun and games, as awesome as i make it sound. for one, i went to not my usual library today, and spent a good 20 minutes walking around trying to find somehwere to sit down, making my life 349038234 times easier, you're not allowed to have bags in there. and well i have a lot of stuff. just a lot of stuff. books and various cases holding pens and other various junk, clothing, food hidden in folders (obvs can't have food in there either). and it gets tiring. i actually worked up a sweat and had to remove several layers of clothing. in the end no space was found and we bailed for another library. and the moral to that story is, trust your instincts, the library you believe is evil, really is.

the library that you love most of the time, except for the fact that one of the rooms is freezing and you have to go into that room when the room you really like is closed, which is sometimes often. and hello run on sentences. hoorah! lets have a party (at the library). oh right, where was i going with that? yeah, that library? sometimes it sucks too. likeeeee when old men hit on you. and you're by yourself (okay yeah, that's 95% of the time), and hungry and tired and you haven't had any coffee.

so here's the fun story. thisssss is mostly modified from something i sent sylvie. because 1) she is super special and gets the news first. also everyone else probs already knows, because i whine alot. and 2) i am lazy. laaazzeeeh. that's all.

so i'd been 'studying' for a solid HOUR (probably less. felt like longer) when i decided that omg, a whole hour is a really REALLY long time, and i should go buy that chocolate. also, it was COLD! in the reatarded room, so you know, chocolate (chilli!) was even more important, because like, it would make me warmer? YES. i did tell myself that. i am quite into being in denial. so i left all my shit, and went to coles to buy chocolate, came back and was like EMAIL CHECKING TIME. anyway, so i got myself a computer, and logged on, you know, email, facebook and muso so i can pretend that i'm studying. THEN THIS CRAZY MAN COMES OVER, NEAR ME i can only assume that he was looking at the books on the shelves behind me, and was like "you type really fast".

this isn't really that strange, since i kinda do. and other people have commented on the fact, BUT HE'S A STRANGER. and i'm already freaked out. because i like to hope that my vibe is something a little like fuck off and leave me alone. you know, what with the whole people hating thing. exceptfor i'm pretty sure that doesn't work because i look like i'm about 12, and they're not allowed to say fuck off.

but THEN he stays and WATCHES ME? LIKE WTF. WHAT THE FUCK. so i had to just look at muso, as opposed to my email and facebook. and so likeeeeeee. he rambled on something about having a day off? and having an appointment? though what time i have no idea. cos i was mostly smiling and nodding and what the freaking the fuck out. and he said some crap about liking to come to the library to get a book (yes, that's what people do at libraries apparently) and something and i was like, yes. its um. a nice place. to relax? except so not, because obviously i go there to study, and that makes me cry. and then he is all what are you studying? and i'm like, uh pharmacy and he said. and i cannot believe he said this, and i didn't realise how DIRTY it was until afterwards when i cried a little on the inside and then wanted to throw up.

he said, YOU'LL HAVE TO GIVE ME A CHECK UP THEN. and i was like (EEEEK. OMG WTF) um, uh... i don't know about that ha. ha. ha. (FUUUUUUUUUUCK.) and so eventually he goes away, and i feel awkward and violated. BTW HE IS FUCKING OLD. LIKE FORTIES? late forties? I AM BAD AT JUDGING AGE. but whatever, old! not ancient, but old!

AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN HE COMES BACK AND LIKE TAPS ME ON THE SHOULDER AND IS LIKE "if you need a break from studying maybe we could get coffee" OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES. i am unsure about the end bit, because I WAS FREAKING OUT. but the start is right. and there was something about coffeeeee. AND I WAS V. V. SCARED. and so i said something like. ohh, no sorry, i'm just getting started, so i better get into it. OR SOMETHING. I DON'T KNOW I WAS SO FREAKED OUT. SO VERY FREAKED OUT.

and it was like quite early in the day, so you know, basically ruined my life. i was really honestly quite terrified, and nearly fled to jungle. but like, all my stuff was in the retarded room, and i keep hearing horror stories about how theives are targetting students blah blah, with incident of thefts increasing around libraries etc. so i am too scared to leave my stuff for TOO long. since i'd already left it long enough to buy chocolate and have my life/day ruined. AND I WENT BACK AND HE WAS SITTING IN THE FREAKING ROOM ALSO. luckily i hope he felt awkward and so left quite soon after.

so. wrongtown.

in conclusion, libraries/uni sucks. whooohooooo.

hock it?

i tried to write this morning, but it seems blogger was being a bit tempremental. or perhaps it was trying to tell me that i should study. either way, the point is. i don't remember what i wanted to writre about. probably nothing... important.

it seems i post often at the library, it may have something to do with the fact that i don't like to study. i wrote my 'reflective exercise' at a rate of approximately 2349 words on facebook: 1 word in microsoft word. it was pretty much amazing. i'm sure you wish you'd seen it. my hands are col dagain and i'm not even in the super freezing room. i moved out of there when i started SHIVERING.

my money saving is failing quite miserably. and exams are freaking me out. i also kinda really want soup. i am waiting for my lover to call, so then we can do my favorite thing. i mean, eat obvs.

we went out for super birthday lunch with the fam on sunday, (mum's mine and sisters' our birthday are like all within 10 days of eachother. starting with mum last sat, and ending with mine in a week. except my mum pretends like hers doesn't exist in front of everyone else, and no one else seems to realise mine exists. so my sister wins. we had yumcha. it was fatty, therefore awesome.

i can't do this anymore, its making me feel guilty, which is a good thing i suppose.

it more than sucks, its just too much.

reason # 82 - Why Studying is Evil:
You might be happily pretending to study in the library (the only place where its possible to 'study', which is an improvement on doing nothing). Not really paying attention to the screen, where you are replaying a lecture, complete with screen shots and audio. Semi-listening, looking down at your notes, which don't match the slides on the screen exactly, so you don't really know what's going on up there). You're not really listening either, slightly more focused on the clock/ceiling/green pen/large window/people downstairs/wanting coffee/hunger/chocolate/what to do next/how to next effectively pretend to study. When you glance up, and notice that OH HEY, HELLO THERE VAGINA THAT IS STARING YOU IN THE FACE. How long have you been on the screen for? And then you look around in the hopes that no one is paying more attention to your lecture than you are. Also, there was nothing else on the slide. No useful captions, just a picture.

It was a lecture on antibiotics by the way, not reproduction or anything where i would've expected that kinda thing.

reason #43 - Why Studying is Evil:
its fucking cold in here.

reason #61 - Why Studying is Evil:
i'm really hungry. but too lazy to move. also. have. no. money.

So until next time, when i'm chased out of the library, for looking like a pervert.