Stay Young, Go Dancing

I don't understand how people can post up douchey statements on Facebook thinking that they're being all wise and clever about the world. Little quotes from god knows where, or if they're feeling really creative, they write their own stupid thing about 'love'. And then there are the people who 'like' the statuses. It'd be more understandable if you were 14 BUT YOU'RE ALL AT LEAST TWENTY YEARS OLD NOW. GET OVER YOURSELVES. Obviously, I could block the annoying, BUT THEN I WOULD BE BLOCKING 50% OF PEOPLE ON MY FACEBOOK. WHY ARE PEOPLE MAKING IT SO EASY FOR ME TO DISLIKE THEM. Maybe I need a break from Facebook.

Keep Me High

This afternoon I was hanging around in the outside while my mum was doing gardening, and we got talking. I was sort of complaining about the fact that I will probably never find someone, and that all my friends have boyfriends now. It was strange, she was actually giving me some sort of modern age boy advice. That if I wait, he'll probably come along when I least expect it. That he's probably out there somewhere. I felt like it was a moment out of some white middle aged woman's novel, where the sun is setting so it's reddening the sky with the summer crickets calling, my mum is doing the gardening and I'm hanging around, under some vines in the shade. Next thing there'll probably be some family crisis where it brings the entire family together, to strengthen relationships between sisters or some crap like that.

I don't think I can say that these summer holidays were particularly memorable, but it wasn't the worst I've ever had either. Going to QLD with my family was probably one of the highlights, and so was starting a birthday tradition with friends. It's a bit crazy when I think that I'm entering my third year as a uni student, when I'm still having these warped high school dreams. I don't know whether it's hinting that secretly I'm missing high school or that it's now symbolism for something in my life. Two years have gone by too quickly. IT'S ALIENS I TELLS YA.

Why is it that it's only late at night that the things I really don't give a crap about during the day, suddenly magnifies and explodes in my head past 12am? Mostly in a shit load of guilt coupled with regret. That I don't want to fall asleep purely because I seem to always be trying to grasp onto remnants of a day that didn't turn out too badly. Or because I hope to prolong a day so that whatever I'm not looking forward to remains that one extra hour further away. Also an extra idiotic hour of mulling over all the horrible things I've done and said, and maybe if things had been different, I wouldn't be spending so much time thinking about it.

In the Morning

When I first came out here, I was under the impression that the Ag kids, aka farm kids, were tough and didn't do emotional crap. It was probably a generalisation, but from watching their drunkenness and brash personalities, it's hard to think otherwise. A friend was telling me about how she's been friends with this guy called Max for a while now who used to go to uni here last year. She was telling me he's an incredibly nice guy who now works on a farm close by. My friend said he would come out to uni just to visit her, and she knew he liked her. A few days ago they were sitting in her common room watching TV when he said 'I love you' to her. To make it clear, they aren't dating or anything. She didn't know what to say, freaked out, and kicked him out of her building with a quick excuse of needing to study. Now they haven't spoken in a week. She told me that farm guys are one of the most emotional, soppy kind of guys out there.

She had a friend who was seeing a farm guy for two months before he told her he wanted to marry and have kids with her. The breaking point was when his mother called her and asked when she had free time to come help redecorate the house on the farm to how she wanted it since she'd be 'living there in the future'. TWO MONTHS. The girl broke up with him and he cried.

Telephone

Sometimes I wish I had been rebellious in high school. Even slightly. Anything. Whenever I talk to Sheenal, we always end up talking about our past, and she was a massive rebel. She has had the most interesting teenage life, bloody hell.

She was telling me how just before the end of year 12, she and her friend, Sky, did this horrendously 'Mean Girls' kind of thing to these two girls who annoyed them. I get the impression Sheenal was one of those girls in school. Anywho, they were at the library when they drew up this poster. The poster said 'Casual Sex Wanted. Willing to do anything, called Sexy Shaz or Nasty Natalie' (something along that) with the mobile phones of those two girls attached. They made multiple copies of these and put them on P plater windscreens, in mail boxes, everywhere. So those girls began wondering why they started getting phone calls, asking for casual sex. Sheenal told me they made a mistake of placing one of the fliers in a different friend's mail box. Sky's handwriting was distinctive so they worried that they would get caught, so they decided to get into the house, distract him and steal the flier back. The only reason Sheenal brought it up was because Sky had just found one of the fliers again and sent her a picture.

Man, this is what teenage soap dramas are made of. She's lived that teenage life that we see in The O.C. and whatever. She's had a stalker down the road who used to use binoculars to spy on her, a hot neighbour who saw her climb into her window in her PJ shorts because she accidentally locked herself out of the house, lived in FIJI for the first few years of her life, and who knows what else. Her friend Sky by the way, now owns and runs these 5 star hotels on Surfer's Paradise, given to her by her family. How do these people have lives like this? And where can I get one for myself?

La La Lie

So when you start to think that your life is really really crap, you hear about someone else's. And I laughed when I heard the news. Hard. Without remorse.

I mentioned a while ago about that friend who crashed his car into our security gate. Well, this week he was speeding back to Sydney in his rental car (he had to get his car fixed after the crash) when he was caught doing 45 over the limit. So, he got his license suspended right there and then. He called Sheenal to get her to pick him up, about over an hour out of this town. And she hardly ever gets angry, but man this was the worst I've ever seen her. She went to pick him up and they left his rental car stranded. He was also on his green P's, and I thought it was weird cause he's about 24. That's because this isn't the first time he's completely lost his license. Then, just before, Sheenal 'updated' me with his situation. So now he's also been fired from his job that he came out here to do, and he's moving back to Sydney. All in all, a pretty shit month for him, where he crashed his car, had to pay for the car and fences, he injured his leg, lost his license, and has been fired. Oh yeah, and he told me his girlfriend had recently broke up with him to travel across Europe. Probs to slut it up with the Europeans.

Sheenal said he wants to stay at our house for a couple of days before he moves back to Sydney while he waits for his car to be fixed. But she's genuinely scared he's going to accidentally burn our house down or something. Sheenal: 'Bad luck follows him'. So now it has come down to me having coincidentally becoming very sick overnight that I've been to the hospital and my parents are going to be down from Melbourne. And that they don't like me being friends with boys or something. There is a slight twinge of sympathy for him. But not as great as my finding the situation hilarious.

More

I think I'm a naturally paranoid person, who's easy to scare, but there's been a few genuinely strange things that have happened in the house I'm renting this year. Sheenal's window is always opening by itself, and it needs to be pushed up. It could be something like suction, but it creeped us out a bit the first few times, especially when she said she could hear it at night. Secondly, Sheenal came but from holidays a few days earlier than Wendy and I and her guests needed to use our bathroom but the door was locked. She had to use a knife to unlock it because she didn't have the keys. And lastly, the garage door keeps rolling open by itself. Again, could just be the roller doors malfunctioning, but now that means we have to hope for the four month holidays that it does not open. But the locking of the bathroom door is what was the most strange. I'm probably just paranoid, right?