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?

Can We Chill

I gotta learn how to say 'Sorry' properly. Cheesy, but the truth.

This Ain't Sex

So the past two weeks of 'holidays' had me doing placement with a Dietician (who worked part time in her parent's fish and chip shop) and a Diabetes Educator (who had diabetes herself). I didn't realise how crappily they treated me at the pharmacy work experience I had in year 10 until I had this placement. The dietician and I ended up talking mostly about movies and in particular, Twilight. It made me think how I will never ever treat a work experience kid as crappy as they did to me when I was in year 10. I remember trying to watch the pharmacist making a cream on a slab, and as I looked at him, he looked up at me as if to say 'What the eff are you looking at?' And not to mention the horrible shop girls.

Erugh... anyway, it was pretty good placement, met a few interesting patients. I didn't realise how much you can tell when someone has depression. Some people hide it well, and others are consumed. There was a lady who has had clinical depression for about 22 years, and it's horrible to think that someone can live through that many years with it. And there were the obese people who were clearly forced to be there, and after they left, the dietician would make a horrible face and bitch about them. All in all, pretty entertaining.

And finally, back in ye olde country towneth.

Dice

Yesterday I saw the hospital here for the first time. A friend had been hurt after he stupidly forgot to put the handbrake on his car as he got out to press in the numbers for our complex's security gate. The car started rolling into the gate, and into the fence inside and as a ridiculous reflex action, he ran to attempt to push his car back from rolling through the second fence. He ended up with his leg trapped between the car and the fence, and he called out for help. Lucky one of our neighbours were around and quickly ran out and reversed the car off his leg or it would have been crushed. Now not only does he have a badly hurt leg, he has a dent in his car, two broken fences he needs to pay for and probably can't go back to work for a few days. Moral of the story, always put on the handbrake...

I was speaking to my mum on the phone today, and even she has come to the realisation that I'll be FOREVER ALONE. She said that I'd probably wouldn't get married for a while, and my dad said it doesn't matter, because I'll be home for longer. I said I probably wouldn't get married until I'm in my 30's at least, and she didn't even disagree. I was telling this to Wendy and she told me that my standards were too high... BUT I DON'T WANT TO SETTLE PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME !!!

Just A Boy

Today was a day of a revelation for me. It's been about 5 or 6 pracs for BMS at uni, and I've sat around the same people for those weeks. There was this massively international guy who I thought was very strange, and sat across from our bench. When my lab partner asked him something, he responded with this high pitched voice that made him even stranger to me, a very feminine international boy = stay far far away.

Today in our prac class, I can't remember what happened for it to trigger in my mind, but I looked at his face...and realised...he was actually... an older female international student. What the fuck Anna. What the fuck. But then I questioned myself once I looked at him/her a bit more closely. They dressed not very female-like and the hair cut was very short and shaggy. I was confused for a good hour in my mind, thinking that if I just glance at him/her without a labcoat on, see if they had some boobage going on...

I had a sudden idea of asking what their name was to my lab partner, to see if it was a girl or guy's name. The name was Yin Man. Er....

I spent most that prac arguing with myself. Then finally, I gave up and asked my other lab partner embarrassedly, and very very quietly,

'That person in the green jacket...are they male or female?'

She was silent for a moment giving me the strangest look. I knew I deserved it.

*drum roll* 'Female... she doesn't look like man...'

WELL, YES SHE DOES. THAT'S WHY I'VE BEEN THINKING SHE WAS A CREEPY INTERNATIONAL BOY FOR THE PAST MONTH.

Oh god, I feel terrible.

Wow

This place is becoming a place of scary crime. A few weeks ago there was a stabbing murder of someone nearby the town centre and an attempted abduction. And closer to home, the friend that lives in the share house had a few creepy things happen to her over the past few weeks. At the first incident, my friend heard a loud knock on the door but she didn't bother answering. Apparently she went out and the front door was open, and so was the back door, even though none are ever left open. They called the police, but they couldn't do too much. Second time round, one of her house mates heard a scratching at her window, but when she told the others, they brushed it off as her over active imagination due to them being on edge. But when they went out to check her window, there were scratch marks and the bolts of the window had been unscrewed.

Wendy and I didn't want to say anything, but we both knew that whoever was trying to break in wasn't there to steal things. That house is known to have only university girls, as it was advertised that way. Hopefully people won't know that's the same for my house.