Lost

What I don't understand is how some people can constantly talk about money. I didn't realise that leaving high school would introduce me to people who were actually like this. My course I suppose, is just full of people who are doing it for the belief of making 'millions' in the future. But c'mon people. Did each of you think you'd all come out with this degree, thinking you'd be millionaires within the next ten years? All of you. ALL OF YOU. Stop fucking complaining that "oh noooo I don't think we can make that much money....we might as well be teachers or real estate agents...they made more money." THEN GO AND BE FUCKING TEACHERS OR FUCKING REAL ESTATE AGENTS. Do they also not seem to understand, that with any career, you need to build yourself up? That there probably isn't some undodgy career out there that really pays you your 'worthy' bucks straight off? I hate hate hate it when they all start to talk about money...and it's now becoming a constant thing while eating dinner. Fucking hell I'd rather eat by myself.

SO:LO

I hate it when people tell me what to do. Especially when they're not my parents. Get the fuck over yourselves. Don't be so self righteous and see me as someone to take care of. Don't.

Dancing With Myself

For the past two nights, around this time, I've been feeling this real intense excitement and nervousness...for no reason.

Check Yo Self

Awkward Moment #2

Saying 'Hello/I'm good thanks' in reply to someone who's talking to someone else.

Check Yo Self

Awkward Moment #1

Walking out the door at the same time as someone else. Has happened to me three times now.

Such A Rush

Just heard people walking outside my door:

Guy: Guess what? Second HD.

Girl: Yayyy!!

WHAT?! Even the alcoholics are able to get HD's. That's bloody depressing.

As The Stars Fall

Am waiting anxiously to get back to Wagga. Going to be road trippin' with a friend because I didn't book train tickets in time. Fun, fun for all.

Letter Of Credit

Aaaaaaand I sit back down because I'm a coward. Or have too much pride. Whatever.

Violet Hill

It's the second day of spring and the weather is making me really happy. It's strange, because weather usually doesn't affect me this much. The crap thing is though, I'm at my desk supposedly studying. I opened the window next to my desk, just to let a nice breeze in, like I used to do all last year when I felt like I hadn't felt fresh air in a very long time.

In other news from my crappy life, this morning a police officer knocked on our door and asked us whether we had seen anything suspicious because last night, our neighbours across the street had the tyres of all four cars slashed. Later on they came to our house and told us to be wary of the new neighbours next door to them- apparently last night they had called the police and made a noise complaint about the new neighbours...and suddenly this morning their car tyres are slashed. It's freaking scary- it's like our street has suddenly turned all ghetto on us; with the graffiti on our fence as well. Lucky Garrick had parked his car in our front driveway last night, which he hardly ever does, or his car tyres would have been slashed too.

Music Box

Is it strange that the smell of my textbook for Microbiology reminds me of summer? And every time I get a whiff, it gives me an excited feeling? Very strange...

Neurosis

I thought that at the end of last year, it would be the end of the torture of academic competition. You know, after competing with tens of thousands of students, I thought that it was over. Over. Finally freaking bloody over. But now. In this ridiculous course, these ridiculous people...they're more competitive then what I've experienced ten times over. Which is shit, because my motivation days are over. I thought uni was supposed to be about laid back learning, do whatever and just get a 'Pass'; enjoying life before the actual real world. Oh yeah and get a degree. But holy mother crapola. These people are insane. They have not lived!

LIVE PEOPLE, LIVE!!!!