Duchess, you used to be a movie maker

Something I learnt today: Jake’s turning 20 in two and a half months
Something that made me laugh today: This

Well hello all. I’m looking so bruised and battered at the moment. I actually cut my arm on a cardboard box today. One of the boxes for the Simpson’s figurines, they be driving me insane.

I was lounging around happily yesterday when Gemma messages me and tells me to entertain Jo, as she is at my house. A rather Monty Python type of argument ensued until Gemma arrived, independently of Jo.

When she did show up, Jo took out her enthusiasm for first aid on my elbow. I considered this a good thing, because as impressive as my wounds are from snowboarding, maybe the customers don’t all want to see them. It did look rather vicious due to the fact that there is a 10 x 8 cm bandaid on my elbow. But still.

Meanwhile, I’m back at uni tomorrow (2 lectures with a three hour gap), working my new shift (grumble), possibly having a stick grading next week (I’m so not ready for that) and about to receive a phone call from my father. It all comes at once, doesn’t it?

Beware of the boys

Something I learnt today: What the boys really get up to
Something that made me laugh today: Breaking into Marcus's house

Yesterday was somewhat of a hectic day. I awoke and drove off to Ronald McDonald House which was just it's normal hectic self. I wrote an article about the Monash Inspiration Award which is going to get published in the newsletter. Don't I feel cool?

From there I went on Ed's place where we watched a movie then played pool. The original plan was that when we left Ed's, the girls would come back to my place and the boys would go to Marcus's (he wanted a boys night, I just wanted people over).

The girls who remained were Marlene, Kylie and myself. So we thought, why bother? Let's go to boys night as well. And so Ed (the only remaining boy) clambered into Kylie's car, and off we went.

Ed walks in the front door at around 10.30. We wander around the side of the house and find the side gate locked. We try the other side of the house and find the garage door locked. We knock on the lounge room window and try to get Marcus's little brother to let us in. He tries, but it's apparently a difficult task, because he fails miserably.

I wind up jumping the fence and opening the side gate from the other side. Success.

We start peaking in windows and trying to formulate a plan to get inside and suprise the boys. What do we see?

A girl.

We were outraged.

We continue to sneak around and formulate and wind up calling out Marcus's name until he opens the back door and comes outside at which point we throw a sheet over him and attempt to tackle him to the ground while Kylie had the brilliant idea of jamming a broom in the door so the boys didn't lock us out and well, some part of Marcus got in the way. It was 11.30 at this point.

As they always say to us, what happens on boys night, stays on boys night, so I've got to curb down the detail at this point. But, it did happen at boys night until 5am or so, at which point I fell asleep on a couch. When we awoke the remaining boys attempted to "put me in my place" by making me clean up all the mess that they had made before I actually arrived.

I went home.

I'm to sexy for my shirt

Something I learnt yesterday: How to snowboard
Something that made me laugh yesterday: Learning to snow board.

Monday night. Finish work, eat, go to Lin's. We watch Monster in Law and then go to sleep about 11.30 - 12 with the background noise of Lin's flatmate tapping away on his keyboard (look whose talking now).

4.30am. The alarm rings. I groan.

The people arrive and ew all leave again. Eventually we make it up to Mount Buller. Shirls, Lin and I all sign up for a beginners lesson, which we completely fail to arrive at without the guidance of three members of staff.

Even as part of said lesson, I was able to laugh at it. Anyone who has ever watched a wildlife documentary will be able to relate to the site of a group of beginners trying to stand up on a snow board on a slanted pile of snow for the first time. Much like a group of lion cubs trying to find their legs just after birth, struggling to understand muscles and neurons while fighting the complete lack of friction provided by the liquid contents of the uterus.

Anyway. We struggled through that and eventually reached the bottom of the mountain again. Back on the chair lift to retrieve the jackets we abandoned due to the unexpected sunshine which had, in fact, melted all the emergency chocolate bars stashed in the pockets of the aforementioned jacket. Not to worry, they had frozen again by the time I tried to eat them.

We lunched. We boarded. We fell over (A LOT!) We threw snowballs at each other. Lin, as it turns out, was too sexy for his shirt, as he lost it on the mountain. We were told that the chair lifts were being turned off so we headed back home.

We complained about pain all the way back to Lin's place. I made Dennis stop the car at one point due to cramps at three different locations in my left leg so that I could get out and stretch.

I went home and slept solidly for 12 hours. I've not slept that well in a very long time.

This morning I could hardly move. Boo.

Still we're hanging on

Something I learnt today: How to stretch my lungs
Something that made me laugh today: myself

Thursday night I went to see the Sparrows play. They were supposed to start at 10:30, which I could cope with. I should never trust the words of Badger when he tells me these things. 11 they start, I watch the hole (somewhat short) set and with all the nonsense inbetween I crawl into bed at 12:30. Followed by one of the worst night sleep I ever had.

7am the alarm clock is on my case to get outta bed and head down to work. Grumble grumble says I. But off I go. I start at 8, have lunch at 11, finish at 5. Doesn’t sound all that exciting when you describe it like that.

But what happened in the middle? Mark happened. He started calling me “Bum girl” so, naturally (and I fear this was my biggest mistake) I asked why. The reason, he stated, was because I (allegedly) have an exceptionally nice bottom. Nice to the point of distracting Mark from properly doing everything that he was supposed to be doing. He was later to get in a great deal of trouble due to consequences of him not being able to write the number “22.”

It all sorta went downhill from there.

Sean agrees with Mark. Kim didn’t comment. Lee played the gentlemen and refused to tease me over the issue (this was Saturday mind you – Mark wasn’t even working but he’s still there in spirit apparently). Steve thinks I should stop complaining and be flattered (Steve, it would appear, doesn’t understand the definition of sexual harassment).

And I’ve still got a shift tomorrow to deal with.

I could cope with the whole thing as I joke, I just want it to stop now. Mark is a little “lonely” is my guess and is trying to get me to alleviate this boredom. I currently am not willing to, but my own loneliness makes it hard to ignore such flattering remarks. Mark noticed today (Sunday) that I was somewhat annoyed, but he has yet to put two and two together.

Meanwhile, a customer (female) on Saturday night told me that I have a lovely voice. I thought that was strange.

All about chemistry

Something I learnt today: I've been up for two hours, give me a break.
Something that made me laugh today: The many theories about why I go to Sparrows gigs.

Academic staff annoy me. They complain that no one ever e-mails them for help or rings or anything, and when I send out e-mail after e-mail asking questions about honours and third year subjects they all go quiet.

I'm currently facing a small dilemma about which subjects I want to study next semester. I'm contemplating dropping the microbiology projects subject and taking up a lecture based genetics one. Why? Because I like genetics and don't want to face 27 contact hours a week at the end of semester. Microbiology is hard. And often not as interesting.

But, the problem remains that I am an incredibly indecisive person and desire to leave open as many options for the future as I possibly can. Changing out of this microbiology subject may mean I can no longer apply for microbiology honours. Do I want to do microbiology honours? If I can't get into genetics.

But if I do change I wind up with one microbiology subject, 2 genetics and a fourth subject which is physiological genomics (very similar to genetics). So I remain with the fear that I'm going to get sick of genetics if I do that much of it. I don't want that to happen as it leaves me with only microbiology as an option and it's not all that fun.

So why do I insist as leaving it open as an option? Because I'm an idiot I guess. I did enjoy the micro prac subject last semester (and I did well) so part of me wants to leave enrollment as it is.

I'm so confused.