I worked for Work today for the first time since I quit in Feb. It took me about thirty minutes to remember how much that place depresses me. I hate it. There was nothing to do except try and look busy because the thirty cartons of stock they're expecting didn't show up so I had no stock to mark...except for one box which arrived about ten minutes before the end of my shift. True to form, at about 3.30pm my supervisor rang and asked if I could work until 4.30 instead of 4 if they needed me. Which pissed me off because it's symptomatic of the way that whole fucking place operates. Twelve months ago, when I was all timid and weak I would have said yes...but I said no and she cracked the shits. I'm on holidays for a week, I was doing them a favour, and she can go to hell. No matter how much I need the money, I will never ever work for them again. It does bad things to my head.

But anyway, I bought two new CDs yesterday: She will have her way, it's a Tim and Neil Finn tribute album done by all Aussie female artists. Sooooo good, especially Missy Higgins doing Stuff and Nonsense, and Sarah Blasko's version of Don't Dream it's Over. Amazing! Not as amazing as seeing the Finn bros live at Splendour this year (sorry Neddles), but still very very good. And also The Mountain Goats, The Sunset Tree. John Darnielle's songs lift me up even though I'm bored and tired, and wish I was somewhere else.

Yay!

The final count for Guild elections was done today and I'm on women's committee, and also Council B which means that I have a voting right (and have an actual say rather than just be on some pleb committee). Oooh the power is going to my head...maybe i can take over the world...or maybe I can use it for good rather than evil and somehow get myself a penguin :D

As I trundled to the train station this morning (because I did eventually pack my bag, AND find the piece of paper that I’d been looking for) I ran into flatmate-boy and his friend. I had been a little concerned that they’d been arrested last night because I heard on the js as I packed said bag that at the rave last night at Homebush lots of people had been arrested for possession of …prohibited substances.

Let me just say at this point that I think flatmate-boy is being really really stupid for taking recreational substances, so I generally make disapproving comments to him and make sure he drinks enough water (not that I ever go to raves, but I give him these warnings before he goes…like a mother) but this is not the point…

The point is that I could see that flatmate-boy and friend weren’t home when I woke up this morning, and I’d had a bad vibe about the evening an then I heard this thing about people being done for possession on the radio, and I thought: wow, flatmate-boy’s parents are gonna bust him big time if he’s been arrested.

Turns out they hadn’t been arrested, they didn’t know that people had been. But when I saw them it was about 9.30 am, which means they’d been out for more than 12 hours, and can I just say they looked very very seedy, and when I asked if they’d seen the cops they looked very shifty and said they must’ve missed the dogs. So I shook my head at them, told them they smelled really bad, and made my merry way down the hill to the station only to be kinda alarmed when I got there to find that my train wasn’t on its usual platform: 1. Instead, there was a steam train there and I was a little bit concerned that I had inadvertently consumed some recreational drugs and was hallucinating due to the early hour of the morning.

I still haven't packed my bag, or at least I tried and sort of started, but then I decided I need to take notes home with me so I can catch up on the three weeks worth of classes I've missed..but then I got sidetracked because I couldn't find this extremely important piece of paper with stuff written on it, and by the time i'd searched for it I felt that I needed to go to bed.

I keep getting emails and text messages from the Labor Club which I accidentally signed up to in o-week, I want them to leave me alone but I just can't bring myself to tell them that I'm not interested. So then every time they call me about some loser trivia night I pretend I have a late lecture or something. You think they'd get the message.

Also, since we ran against them in the election, you think they'd put two and two together (see the Labor Club is actually Unity, which is centre left, whereas we are left left...makes sense if you think about it).

If you're in the dale I'll see you tomorrow :D

I'm trying something here...technical like, with a photo and uploading and other stuff that sounds as though it might be a bit too technical for me...

On another note entirely, I always thought that Wil Wheaton (Star Trek child star you fools) had faded into obselence after he got shunted off to some different planet in Next Gen. Apparently not, he has a thriving geek-focused blog: www.wilwheaton.net .It wasn't as interesting as I'd hoped it would be, and thinking about child stars made me get all moist eyed about Jonathan Brandis off SeaQuest, who killed himself last year. I was sad when that happened because he was a hottie geek (especially with the 90s floppy hairdo and hilariously 'futuristic' computer gear), but at the same time I always wondered if it was because he found out, off set, that dolphins can't really speak english.

I really have to pack my bag...

I should have known that it was a bad idea to learn how to do cartwheels. But of course I supressed the inner vibe and decided to go for it, and now my right ass-cheek is very sore, I ripped the muscle or something and now when I try to bend my leg it hurts like bejeezus.

Campainging for the 2005 Guild elections is OVER, and while at times it was so boring that I stooped to cartwheels, and had to get up at 6.30am every morning for a fun filled day of apathy and abuse from fellow students we won HAHA and now I am very happy. When the count started yesterday I started drinking at 1pm and continued for the next 14 hours. Great fun was had by all, and even though the Voice camp was quietly confident about winning, it wasn't until about 3 that we had the preliminary count...77.7% of the primary vote!! It looks even more impressive when you say that the other tickets all got less than 100 votes (Change 69, Action 96 snigger) and we got 775. That isn't just a landslide, that's a freaking tsunami/hurricane/other devestating natural disaster. Weehee, break open the champagne...or rather 5 bottles and forget about being quietly confident, we got raucous. As did the film crew who were maintaining their stance of impartiality very convincingly...I guess we'll just have to wait for the doco and we'll see just how impartial. I hope to god it isn't a hack job because I was absolutely toasted yesterday afternoon and I was talking to the camera. One word: KINKO'S man, kinko's. (Of course the thing about the Kinko's joke is that it was only funny when we were really pissed and makes no sense unless I act out the whole scene with facial movements and exagerrated hand motions, so you'll just have to believe me.) I have decided that student politics is a dirty game, but still I love the power trip. Maybe I'll just be an activist and leave the actual politics to someone else.

But that wasn't really the point of my story, the point was that we drank a lot and invited the media people to karaoke, then went to my house to get shoes, and ended up in Paddy Macguires after an adventure through the city in Janet's car that involved us singing along very loudly with the windows open to Karma Chameleon. Then once we were at Paddy's we drank some more and sang very loudly in the beer garden to John Farnham (the VOICE of course), and to Bon Jovi.

In my infinite wisdom I then went and had a chat to the security guard and explained to him how we'd just won an election, and please just humour us rather than chuck us out. His reply: "I've been humouring you for the last two hours, don't worry about it". Hahaha, and then when the trashy covers band played Living on a Prayer he came and got me so we could all dance and sing along to it.

I was at home having a power nap this afternoon, after realising that I hadn't actually slept that much, when I heard a knock on my bedroom door (which was lucky because the power nap had turned into more of a 4 hour snooze). What do you know, but it was flatmate boy, back from his first week of holidays, recreational drugs in hand, and a small gift for me of a pack of cannabis incense. Him and a friend are heading off to a big ass rave tonight and had decided to make bead bracelets for everyone they met whilst on their mood-enhanced excursion, and I used their beads to make a bracelet that says "ellie is way cool". And you don't need e to know that it's the truth :D

I did some laundry today, I'd reached the point where the only clothes I had left were either for work or hair dyeing, but I hadn't had enough money to do it any earlier. I hung them out on my super excellent twine clothesline (rigged up two weeks ago when I realised that the tin-can radio to next door had been made redundant by the fact that we don't know the neighbours who live there anymore), but as mentioned earlier then had a power nap and forgot to bring them inside before it got dark. So then I figured, I'm going home tomorrow, I need to have dry clothes and went down to the laundry to put them in the dryer. I must have a knack for picking the evil money stealing dryer because the bastard ate my coin and I hadn't brought any more down with me, so I went upstairs to get another (I actually think I destinied myself on the coin being eaten because I contemplated taking two down with me then changed my mind because it's been such a long time since I picked the evil money stealing dryer to use...the concept of which is made more confusing because the dryers swap roles every couple of weeks). Then when I got back downstairs all the other dryers were taken. This is why I don't like dryers..

Sneaky ad man, using my blog as a platform for a stupid marketing company. Not going to happen again. Argh, must pack bag. Do not want to spend 10 hours on a train tomorrow.