Scribble pants

This semester I've learned how to make three kinds of Margarita cocktails, do a DIY chemical-carpet clean and figure out that cream cheese tastes incredible on dried figs. All this and still only one essay handed in. I know there are alot of blog posts about procrastination (especially in my own archives) so I'll leave it there. But you know I want to whine about secretly.

On the suspiciously similar re-hashed topic of going to University... I looked down at my notes the other day and realised that they looked almost as juvenile as my year 8 school planner, and that had pictures of Jebediah and Grinspoon stuck all over it.

It was a particularly boring class to be fair, an Art History subject taken by a pompous and well dressed old woman of 50 or so. She loved the sound of her own voice and would prattle on through a two hour tutorial for a duration for at least 128 minutes. If people didn't start walking out the door I fear the class would never have ended.
However her speaking orgy did not extend to when you actually had a real problem, then she'd simply say "I can't help you with that" and fly off on her broom back to her office where she'd listen to her own audio lectures with the blinds down caressing a toad.

Ok so she was fucking dull and irritating, you get the point. I looked at my notes and saw that they were more "vandalism" than "study buddy". I took some photographic proof because lets face it, I'm probably going to lose my notebook before the end of semester.
Sometimes these notes were subject-related but most of the time they were more like, um...raccoon? Sick of it yet? Ok I'll stop now, but now you know what it feels like to have straw instead of a brain. I'm off to see the Wizard! The Wonderful Wizard of Oz!

Bak2skool not as kool as Officeworks says

Whatever happened to blogging? Whatever happened to catching up with friends 5 days a week? I'll tell you, UNI. We're all back there. And those who aren't bak2skool are just pretending they are cos they don't like working at Safeway.

It's sad that Facebook is barren and that everyone is somewhere instead of nowhere, waiting for someone to ask them out for coffee.

But good news is here, I'm fighting the power! I'm bringing back the holiday spirit.
I just drank three cups of various teas in a row, stared at the off TV and spent a long time on the internet with my untouched essay open in Word.
Then I chased the cat around the house, slipping on the rug in the hall and falling hard on my knees, Cat 1 Svet 0. Cut sick I say.

Here are some activities to make you feel like you're not bak2skool and so you can cut sick like I am.

1. Buy some pizza and leave it in the fridge so when you wake up you can eat it for breaky, true holiday/weekend style.

2. Drink every night, even if you're at home alone in your pjs. Then you can wake up with that holiday hangover.

3. Wear dark glasses during the day, even in lecture theaters. The less you see the better anyway.

4. Wash your car in the street with a boom box cranked up really loud. Fuck water restrictions, this is about the holiday vibe. If you don't have a car, wash someone else's and sing "car-wash"to yourself.

5. Read blogs and blog some more yourself. If you don't have a blog hack into someone else's. Not mine.

6. Call your friends several times a day and when they stop answering, leave lots of voicemail messages. You need to appear social.

7. Wear slutty clothes to uni, like you've just come from a beach party. You won't stand out much if you go to Latrobe.

8. Go without underwear, its breezy.

9. When at work, adopt a split personality and make them do all the work. It's faux holiday time after all, you can't be expected to exert yourself.

10. And finally, Answer my poll, spend more time on Facebook and do not exercise.