Ahh, Rehab. Great song. Three cheers for new music, new toys, and a much needed change of pace!
Yes, things are well at the Ponds. Well, except for the weather, but even that's due to change. I've successfully overcome my 36 hours of sleeplessness. The last few days have treated me pretty well, actually. On Wednesday, I received the greatly anticipated package containing my new toy. Dude... the iPod Touch is crazy awesome. After taking the greatest of precautions, I began the careful selection of songs and pictures that would occupy the 16 gigs of glory. A few hours later, I'd filled it about halfway with music, and experienced only minor difficulties in uploading the pictures. Sweeeeeet. Still haven't figured out the whole video deal, though. If any of you out there in blogland know how to operate the video feature on iTunes, especially in the realm of uploading things onto iPods, shout me a holla. I'd be much obliged. So yes, playing with Strokey (that's what I named him... cause he's an iPod touch...) has been a fun little distraction to occupy the free time that has again flooded my life.
For those of you keeping up with my musical tastes, I'm still listening to Hilary Duff entirely too much. However, Metamorphosis is now circulating with Mika's "Life in Cartoon Motion," and OKGo's "Oh No." Throw in a little Oasis and a bit more gangsta rap every once in a while, and that's what my ears are digging. I believe I've successfully analogized my musical tastes to that of a licorice jelly bean. A brilliant delicacy to a select few, but to most... just plain awful.
Yesterday was fun. Woke up with a smile on my face after a fun little dream... I've found more and more I'm remembering my dreams when I wake up, which makes me really, really happy. I see it as a great way to psychoanalyze myself. Plus, some of the stuff my subconscious comes up with is just plain entertaining. Had the usual class-load... nothing earth shattering there. One more week of classes = insanity. After class things started to pick up, though. I watched some more Daria/Boston Legal on lappy (a nice change of pace to my dvd collection, which I love dearly, but has become relatively exhausted during my stay here) after class. I was then informed about our "Barton College Dinner," which ended up being a quite hilarious time. In essence, it's caf, but a whole lot better, and with speakers and awards and booze. They had some pretty excellent cheesecake, which I definitely approved of. The food was good, but the company was better-- Erin, Kayla, Karina and Diane made it an interesting two hours. After dinner, we returned to our respective units while making MarioKart references, and I did my part to improve the cumulative musical taste of Australia by sharing my music with Erin. We chatted for a while with Kayla, and I revealed my passion for all things Steve Irwin. I'm talking everything from the representation of Australia in international relations to the Croc Car and the devastating loss of Night Rescue Steve at Hamilton. They were shocked, but not quite appalled. Despite my best efforts, sometimes I can be so American. This was one of those times.
Jake came over just as we were starting to play SingStar, which is Erin's beloved karaoke game. Being the true thug that I am, I opted for "Baby Got Back," and aced it. MC PEK lives on! Jake and I hung out for the remainder of the evening, swapping stories and going on reconnaissance missions. We had every intention of finding something exciting and adventurous to do, but no such luck. Our best attempt lasted about three minutes, when we hunted down Justin through covert facebooking. But that just resulted in sitting in his hallway and talking about everything from porn to polar bears to evading authority and Christmastime reindeer herds. I like Jake; we always have the most interesting conversations. Mostly his stories and me saying "Are you serious?," but it's still immensely entertaining. Having legitimate conversations with Jake, Weasel and Justin proved to be a refreshing change of pace from sitting in front of a computer and/or tv watching television show reruns. We were due to go to the beach today, but considering it's barely 12 degrees, the conditions just aren't in our favor. Some other time, I do hope.
I've amassed a mini-list of things I want to do in the next odd month. It ranges from skydiving to wasting the rest of my DeakinCard money on an evening of debauchery with the herd. I'm pretty excited to have it all manifest. We've got another notable event going on today: our Girls Night Sleepover! I'm pretty pumped about it all. Rach, Diane and I are going to go to the store in an hour and a half or so to get our supplies. I'm told we'll be having dinner, dessert, movies, and drinks. I'm into it. I've also got the task of legitimately planning my study break and final tour trips this weekend. This mandates a trek to the travel office to see if they can give me any insight on how to handle such a matter. Hopefully it won't be too difficult.
In non-Australia notables: GO FLYERS! 8-2 against the Canucks?! Way to go, boys! Ah, I do miss them.
I suppose that's all I've got for you for now. Hopefully I'll have some more stories after the Girls Night, and whatever manifests itself over the weekend. So until then...
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