G'Day G'Day G'Day!

Fun things to update you on, dear friends. Well, at least I think they're fun, and writing is going to keep me awake for the next half hour or so, so I don't fall asleep and miss boxing for the sixth time in a row, so... yeah. Let's rewind to the weekend.

Pretty low-key goings on this weekend. Stayed on campus for the entire time, save a mini-trek to Waurn Ponds to ship my busted iPod and pick up some groceries. I think I left off with Friday afternoon... hah, ohh, the fun we had on Friday night. Rachel was complaining that we never visit her in her unit, so Janis and I wandered over to watch what we thought would be Minority Report. After a series of insults and the conclusion that Minority Report was boring and hard to follow with commercials, we opted to czech out Diane's newly acquired dvd collection that she so generously let us borrow before trekking off to Tasmania (among other places). So, the task was given to me to choose our evening's entertainment. I selected a handful of movies, including a one Corporate Fantasy, which I had never seen or heard of before, but selected on title alone. Because we all know how I am when it comes to adult entertainment. And if we don't all know, we do now. So, after much debate and a failed attempt at watching S.W.A.T., Janis hands me Corporate Fantasy. I'll pause a second, and let you IMDB it if you so choose.


*Cough*

So... we ended up watching that with Kwangu, Rach's RA. Immediately after, I felt the need to continue the evening (with the support of my peers, don't look at me like that) with the inaugural screening of Pirates. That movie is so good. Edward is amazing. Janis thought it was hilarious, Rach was scarred for life, Kwangu got scared away after the second scene, and Mel, Rach's Aussie roomate, loved it. Certainly an evening for the books... all in all, five-ish hours of quality entertainment. Needless to say, my position as resident perv of the group is beyond solidified. I'm okay with that. (Sidenote: I'm working really, really hard at not using any double entendres or loaded language right now.)

Saturday wasn't nearly as, er... exciting (hey, I made it four words). I spent most of the day hanging around Evatt 2 reading my novel for lit class. Got about 200 pages into it. It's pretty intense for young adult fiction, I like it. Then, it was group dinnertime with Janis and Rach. Rachel and I have taken to arguing and insulting each other at every possible moment. Makes for a fun atmosphere when I'm the head chef and she's my assistant. We baked a cake, while Janis made a delicious dinner of pasta, homemade sauce and Naked Chef meatballs. Mmm. We hung out for a bit, indulged in our dinner and dessert, then met up with the rest of the internationals for a mini-party in one of the Gordons. I spent most of the time watching some intense beer pong action, and talking to Jake about politics, ideology and the faults of the human race. I'm pretty sure carrying on intellectual discussions at parties makes me a nerd, but I had fun. Don't hate.

Post-gathering, Rach, Janis and I returned to Evatt 2 to watch some more House. We're addicted. We only watched two episodes, though, in an attempt to stretch out season one as long as possible. Not to worry, though. In a moment of weakness, I bought seasons one and two off of Amazon late Saturday night. Oops. Oh well, it happens. After they left, I called Sam and talked to her for a little bit. Excellence, as per usual.

Sunday, yesterday, ahh what a long day. Hung out for a while doing homework. Ov called me for the first time, which made me pretty happy. We chatted, and I finished up my PR reading and went to the gym. Came back and worked really hard on not working on my history essay. The topic? A detailed analysis and comparison of Margaret Thatcher and David Reynolds' respective dissertations on neo-liberal policies in the early 1980's. You asked. It was only 1,000 words, but as we all know, I am a master of procrastination. Thorough and elaborate mucking around ensued, including watching the final two episodes of House (damn you, House... you're too adorable), playing some serious computerized pinball, and listening to 'Reunion Tour' on repeat. All in all, I wrapped up at about four thirty. I'm awful. But, in my honest opinion, it turned out quite well. Let's hope it measures up to Aussie standards. I couldn't fall asleep after I'd finished my essay, though... probably had something to do with that green tea and coffee I drank after midnight... so I watched some Clone High an X-Files to cap off the evening. For those of you keeping track, I'm still on season one, but up to disc five. Still amazing.

Today has treated me well thus far. PR was lovely as usual. Handed in my essay at the Arts building after only minor difficulties, and chatted with a few people. But the major event of the day hasn't been class or turning essays, nay. I made the executive decision amongst the committee of me, myself and I to travel to Sydney this weekend. See, I have no lit class next week, so I basically have off from Friday until Wednesday, not counting lectures on Monday, which are pretty much optional at this point, because everything is provided for you online. This, in my opinion, mandates an adventure. The fun part about all this is I'm likely to be doing my traveling alone. Pretty pumped about it. It's been a while since I've gone gung-ho introvert... this should do it for me. But Heather told me that there's a number of kids who travel on their own and hang out in hostels, so if I do feel the need for some sort of companionship, I'll be a-ok. Still, I'm rather looking forward to having six days all to my own to explore Sydney and shake this ever-growing wanderlust. Here's to hoping my levels of self-sufficiency are as adequate as I believe them to be.

Nothing else worth noting, really. We talked about Commies in history today, which made me want to watch Dr. Strangelove. What a great movie. It also resurrected my tendency to write English words in Cyrillic. And now, after a nice cup of tea and two Tim-Tam's, I'm about ready to head to the gym for boxing. Caf after that, then an evening of glorious Monday night television. So until next time....

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