La vida esta bien.

It only takes...

One experience to make or break you.
One smile to brighten a day.
One conversation to make you feel wanted.
One hug to make you feel loved.
One person to make a difference

:)

Yeah... I've had another epiphany. For some reason, the word 'epiphany' always reminds me of Ordell... I think it was because she stumbled into English one day, announced "Girls, I've had an epiphany", and then proceeded to talk about nothing in particular. Anyway. I was thinking today [yes, thinking], and I realized that I complain a lot about being alone/being lonely/woe is me/disgusting self-pitying bullshit. But then I also realized that it'd be much, much, much worse if I literally didn't have a single person to send messages to, get messages from, talk to, call up, meet with, say hi to, go to cruises with [<3] or sit in lectures with. So I think I'll stop complaining about that now. 

For those of you who are frequently surrounded by people, don't take it for granted, 'kay? Cos.. I dunno. I mean today, the things that made me happiest were seeing Vicky at Wentworth, walking down Eastern Ave with Harry Potter guy and having him smile at me and say 'bye' when we went seperate ways, and being there with Kuan for Chris on his graduation day/night and feeling like he was genuinely glad that we turned up. It might seem realllly sad to some people, but... oh well ^^ That's me :)

So basically, thanks for all the small things as well as the big things:) That's what that all comes down to without me getting all soppy and gross.

Much love.

Death in the form of a take home exam.

I HATE SOCIOLOGY. IT'S A FUCKING PLAGUE. No, actually, it's worse than a plague. What's worse than a plague...? Okay, fine, it's death. Death followed by the butchering of the body parts, followed by burning in hell for all eternity, followed by the unceremonious digging up of the butchered body parts, followed by the consumption of the rotting flesh by a cannibal. Who happens to have a plague. That's what sociology is.

You'd think that a take home exam would be easier. Well, at least I thought that a take home exam would be easier. But in reality, it's not. In reality it's death followed by the butchering of the body parts, followed by burning in hell for all eternity, followed by the unceremonious digging up of the butchered body parts, followed by the consumption of the rotting flesh by a cannibal who happens to have a plague.

I'd rather have a normal exam, I think. Just cos you do it, and then it's over. You can't get up from doing a normal exam and go "I think I'll go check my facebook now, and come back and finish this later". You can't get up from a normal exam and go type up a blog entry just cos you can't be fucked putting in the effort just at the moment. Hell, you don't have to use full referencing in a normal exam. My take home exam questions came out on friday, and they're due on wednesday. As of now, I've written two incomplete piece of shit introductions for two separate questions, and have NO idea what I'm talking about. So now all I have to do is finish the two essays I started, write two more, and then I'm done. Joy. Granted, they don't have to be too long [600-900 words each], but the questions are all horrible. For example, the one I was trying to do just before I decided I didn't want to think about it any more was: "Race, Ethnicity and nation are often understood as social and political constructs whose membership and meaning are shifting and contested. Critically discuss this claim with reference to contemporary Australian identity". I swear to god my brain shut off as soon as I saw the word 'political' thrown in there ==" *bashes head against keyboard* Not to mention that half the questions want you to relate things to contemporary Australian society. GAH >_<""""""""

I should probably go now... I've had my mini rant. If I pass this exam I'm going to be ridiculously proud of myself.

Curtain Call..? And other things.

First thing's first. Okay, so I know that practically no one gives a shit about the wonder that is Wicked, but I just have one thing to say. I got an email [cos i signed up for the updatey thing on the website] that said that Wicked is leaving Regent theatre, its place of origin, in August. And it made me sad :( cos i realized that someday the original cast is going to move on, there're going to be new people who're never going to live up to the originals in my mind, and eventually the showing of the musical of musicals is going cease altogether [at least for a while], leaving the poor, unwickedenlightened people to wonder what schwartz crossed with macguire would have produced. okay, so the obsession might be a little... obsessive. but i swear to god that every time i see that poster near central, a part of me dies T_T partially cos i love the music and the costumes and the story, and partially cos i wish so much i could sing like that but i can't. stupid dumbass vocal chords that can't do shit >_>

anyways.

i haven't updated this blog in about half a year. sorry, bloggy. i still love you.

I'm killing time until I go to suess... speaking of which, I saw guyiwishiwasolderforman [well, one of them..] at fisher earlier today in my peripheral vision, and i think he saw me too. i was considering doing an ubersuave "breeze by, look back over my shoulder and smile charmingly" maneuver, until i remembered that my lopsided gash of a mouth is incapable of producing a charming smile of any sort, and that i couldn't possibly be ubersuaeve, as i fail at being anything except retarded, and chances are that i'd trip over my own feet as i turned my head. so i just kept walking. how cool am i? ( ' . ' )v

I can't wait for vacation, i swear to god. i can't wait until the day that i wake up in the morning, think "shit, what've i got to do today?" and then realize that there's actually nothing to be done except sleep, make money or go out and have fun. oh, sweet anticipation.

i think we should go on a group trip somewhere... maybe not these holidays, since i know that amanda's pretty much booked out, and she's the only one who can drive [legally], but we should go on a road trip someday. maybe at the end of the year..? hopefully i'll have my license by then... no need to look so concerned. i'm a decent driver, thank you very much. I've never backed into anything, driven into anything, run the car over the curb, hit a pedestrian, flattened a stray dog or crinkled the hood on a telegraph pole. whenever the topic of me being a driver for a roadtrip comes up, there's always at least one person who expresses their... well, their value for life. i'm a good driver, dammit! just cos i fail at all other aspects of life... the injustice. *hmph* lol.

one hour and eight minutes until my thing starts... =.=" i think i'll stop typing now, before i go into commentary mode and start telling you things like "the girl three computers across from me is wearing earphones. they look like cheap earphones..." or "i never noticed how colorful the tables are at scitech" or "i really really want a chocolate donut right now". i guess i should go study spanish... T_T a mi me no le gusta espanol hoy. or ever, actually. maybe if i study it i'll like it better... meh.

anyways, much love <3