At first I couldn't decide whether this was just a well-timed sign that UNSW Facilities Management is sinking/rising further into idiocy, or rather a sad indicator of the future quality of our graduate workforce. In a burst of optimism, I reassured myself, and went for the former...
Unfortunately, later that day I was sprung standing on a desk in our office, madly jiggling a lever-looking thing, trying in vain to figure out how exactly the windows do open.
Unfortunately, later that day I was sprung standing on a desk in our office, madly jiggling a lever-looking thing, trying in vain to figure out how exactly the windows do open.
Competition is tight this year. Bunny vs bilby: I can't decide which I prefer.
Someone gave me a Lindt bunny a couple of years ago, and so the bunny is tinged a little with bad vibes; that's a pity because he truly was delish. But I love the bilby because he looks a little bit evil. That appeals to me. Although, he seems to be a bit dopey looking. That appeals to me also.
My mum sent me a bilby when I was in Sweden, do you remember? Maaaaan, he was tasty!
Someone gave me a Lindt bunny a couple of years ago, and so the bunny is tinged a little with bad vibes; that's a pity because he truly was delish. But I love the bilby because he looks a little bit evil. That appeals to me. Although, he seems to be a bit dopey looking. That appeals to me also.
My mum sent me a bilby when I was in Sweden, do you remember? Maaaaan, he was tasty!
At some point last year I went to a birthday party and drank a huge amount of alcohol. It was fantastic. And my hair looked good that night too.
At one point in the night, though which point it was exactly remains unclear, I lost my watch. It was a sad day for all.
Man, I loved that watch, it was perfect because it didn't look like a watch. It just looked like a bangle or something. It was a bit too fashionable to be able to tell the time on very well, but it was good enough for approximations. Well, except for the time in Paris when we turned up for a dinner booking an hour early because I thought it was 8 o'clock when in fact it was only 7. Easy enough mistake to make....
See, it was fully awesomes:
So I've been thinking for some time about getting a new watch. At first I thought maybe I'd replace the one I lost, but then, no, it's time is done. The only problem is that now I'm torn by the options. Part of me is thinking something similar, not overly watch-like, and not too big.
For example, like this, because it's more like a bangle:
I love Skagen because they're simple, and the dual-time ones are awesome:
But somewhere along the line, I've started to get a liking for massive huge manly looking watches, they're cool no?
And now I'm completely at a loss. Ideas?
At one point in the night, though which point it was exactly remains unclear, I lost my watch. It was a sad day for all.Man, I loved that watch, it was perfect because it didn't look like a watch. It just looked like a bangle or something. It was a bit too fashionable to be able to tell the time on very well, but it was good enough for approximations. Well, except for the time in Paris when we turned up for a dinner booking an hour early because I thought it was 8 o'clock when in fact it was only 7. Easy enough mistake to make....
See, it was fully awesomes:
So I've been thinking for some time about getting a new watch. At first I thought maybe I'd replace the one I lost, but then, no, it's time is done. The only problem is that now I'm torn by the options. Part of me is thinking something similar, not overly watch-like, and not too big.For example, like this, because it's more like a bangle:
I love Skagen because they're simple, and the dual-time ones are awesome:
But somewhere along the line, I've started to get a liking for massive huge manly looking watches, they're cool no?
And now I'm completely at a loss. Ideas?
Just wanted to share something, because I felt like it.
If science doesn't work out for me (which at the moment, in my increasingly bitter and angry state, is looking increasingly likely) I have a few back-up plans.
One, obviously, is to drop out of uni and become an electrician. It's the princess of trades, I wouldn't have to get my hands dirty, or at the very least, I would never have to go near other peoples' poo (a very real risk both in my line of science and in plumbing).
Another is to become a pastry chef. I have actually put a reasonable amount of thought into this one, I'd have a Swedish-style cafe specialising in Swedish cakes, and also sell beautiful Scandinavian things, in line with the movement against throwawayism,that is, sustainable design over mass consumption.
I'm increasingly thinking too that maybe there's money, albeit very little, in photography, I never even thought of this until last year I was contacted by two companies, a record label and an advertising agency, wanting to buy some of my images. It never eventuated, partly because at the time one of them contacted me I was halfway through trying to kill myself over Soviet biology.
But it did get me thinking... and so, because at the time I was majorly supposed to be doing something else, I made myself a logo. And I quite like it. I think I'm going to use it in the future. It's nice to at least imagine other things...
It will also be the logo of my imaginary publishing house, and also my interior design business. I'm versatile like that.
If science doesn't work out for me (which at the moment, in my increasingly bitter and angry state, is looking increasingly likely) I have a few back-up plans.
One, obviously, is to drop out of uni and become an electrician. It's the princess of trades, I wouldn't have to get my hands dirty, or at the very least, I would never have to go near other peoples' poo (a very real risk both in my line of science and in plumbing).
Another is to become a pastry chef. I have actually put a reasonable amount of thought into this one, I'd have a Swedish-style cafe specialising in Swedish cakes, and also sell beautiful Scandinavian things, in line with the movement against throwawayism,that is, sustainable design over mass consumption.
I'm increasingly thinking too that maybe there's money, albeit very little, in photography, I never even thought of this until last year I was contacted by two companies, a record label and an advertising agency, wanting to buy some of my images. It never eventuated, partly because at the time one of them contacted me I was halfway through trying to kill myself over Soviet biology.
But it did get me thinking... and so, because at the time I was majorly supposed to be doing something else, I made myself a logo. And I quite like it. I think I'm going to use it in the future. It's nice to at least imagine other things...
It will also be the logo of my imaginary publishing house, and also my interior design business. I'm versatile like that.
Haven't I just been the least cool kid in school lately, I can't even remember the last time I posted it seems that long ago. And, funny as those random photo posts I've been doing lately are, well, they don't exactly have substance, do they? I have a story for you now though. Inspiration for writing, as you shall see, comes in many forms. Some of them more mentally scarring than others...
Many years ago (well, maybe three, who can remember such things?), you may recall that I was..how to say.. somewhat involved in student politics. Remember, I was not factionally bound, nor was I fanatic, but I truly do believe that if you want change you must get involved. There is my democratic principles speech for the day, I will now step down from the soap-box.
Also, I liked the free t-shirts and seemingly endless supply of Ugandan lollipops. Although it still makes me uncomfortable when I think how many people had sex on those blue couches. Shudder. I think I'm getting off-topic here.
Yes, anyway, so, many years ago, there was an edition of Tharunka going to press with some empty space in it, so I, and another person who shall remain nameless, wrote a filler article under the noms de plume Frou Frou McDash and Sparkle Boa. There, my secret is out.
In the article we were critical of the fashion direction being taken by students at UNSW, though to be fair, only the fashionista-type Commerce and Arts students really..and the really way-out asians (but I kind of dig their wackiness). It was probably only the artsy ones who read it actually, because they were the ones who wrote in to complain afterwards.
Our major problems were the wearing of ugg-boots as shoes, the misappropriation of leggings as pants, and the tucking of jeans into boots. I think I've backed-down on jeans in boots, because I may have been guilty of that in Sweden, but at least there it's because it's cold and slushy. There's no excuse in 35 degree heat. Actually, there may not have been anything in there about the misappropriation of leggings as pants either, but I stand by that one anyway because leggings are not pants. Wow, where is this going? Must get back on track...
Um, so here's the thing: just as leggings are not pants, it goes in both directions; ergo, shirts are not dresses. If you are wearing such an item as a 'dress' and walking to uni, you need to check that it doesn't ride up. If it does ride up you have a number of options: first, you could not buy it in the first place; second, you could wear leggings as leggings underneath it (while again, not a massive fan, I am guilty of it myself); third, you could, for the love of god, wear underwear.
I did not need to see that girl's ass yesterday morning. I hadn't even had coffee yet. And I'm not talking butt-cleavage, I mean actual cheeks. It was nasty. Just like the week before when I was walking up the stairs behind someone wearing a drifty short skirt and going commando. I don't need to see that. I don't want to see that. Ever. Again.
And while I'm on it, why is everyone at uni dressed like an skank this year? A friend and I were talking about this last night. There are asses and boob hanging out all over the place, and big bondage shoes. What are these girls wearing to go clubbing?!
Actually no, scrub that..I really don't need to know.
Many years ago (well, maybe three, who can remember such things?), you may recall that I was..how to say.. somewhat involved in student politics. Remember, I was not factionally bound, nor was I fanatic, but I truly do believe that if you want change you must get involved. There is my democratic principles speech for the day, I will now step down from the soap-box.
Also, I liked the free t-shirts and seemingly endless supply of Ugandan lollipops. Although it still makes me uncomfortable when I think how many people had sex on those blue couches. Shudder. I think I'm getting off-topic here.
Yes, anyway, so, many years ago, there was an edition of Tharunka going to press with some empty space in it, so I, and another person who shall remain nameless, wrote a filler article under the noms de plume Frou Frou McDash and Sparkle Boa. There, my secret is out.
In the article we were critical of the fashion direction being taken by students at UNSW, though to be fair, only the fashionista-type Commerce and Arts students really..and the really way-out asians (but I kind of dig their wackiness). It was probably only the artsy ones who read it actually, because they were the ones who wrote in to complain afterwards.
Our major problems were the wearing of ugg-boots as shoes, the misappropriation of leggings as pants, and the tucking of jeans into boots. I think I've backed-down on jeans in boots, because I may have been guilty of that in Sweden, but at least there it's because it's cold and slushy. There's no excuse in 35 degree heat. Actually, there may not have been anything in there about the misappropriation of leggings as pants either, but I stand by that one anyway because leggings are not pants. Wow, where is this going? Must get back on track...
Um, so here's the thing: just as leggings are not pants, it goes in both directions; ergo, shirts are not dresses. If you are wearing such an item as a 'dress' and walking to uni, you need to check that it doesn't ride up. If it does ride up you have a number of options: first, you could not buy it in the first place; second, you could wear leggings as leggings underneath it (while again, not a massive fan, I am guilty of it myself); third, you could, for the love of god, wear underwear.
I did not need to see that girl's ass yesterday morning. I hadn't even had coffee yet. And I'm not talking butt-cleavage, I mean actual cheeks. It was nasty. Just like the week before when I was walking up the stairs behind someone wearing a drifty short skirt and going commando. I don't need to see that. I don't want to see that. Ever. Again.
And while I'm on it, why is everyone at uni dressed like an skank this year? A friend and I were talking about this last night. There are asses and boob hanging out all over the place, and big bondage shoes. What are these girls wearing to go clubbing?!
Actually no, scrub that..I really don't need to know.
Over the last few weeks I've acquired a number of things that have reshuffled the rankings on my favourite things list.
Observe:
I am in serious stages of lust for this ring. I bought it at Orange Grove Markets from a man who sells carpets. I asked him how much, he was thinking about it, was about to give me a price and then saw who I was with and exclaimed, "For you, you are with very very special people, I give you for **."
And I was thinking, yes, they are very special people, but you are most likely ripping me off anyway. That was until we walked away and I realised that these very special people are known to him, and have in the last 2 years bought a number of very special carpets from him. So maybe it was a very special price...
It is the most beautiful colour- green amethyst- and it absolutely gigantic. I likes a lot.
I do anticipate though that there will soon be another reshuffle on the list of favourite things.. remember my beautiful beanie with a tragic fate...? All I'm sayings is this:
Watch out bitches!!
Observe:
I am in serious stages of lust for this ring. I bought it at Orange Grove Markets from a man who sells carpets. I asked him how much, he was thinking about it, was about to give me a price and then saw who I was with and exclaimed, "For you, you are with very very special people, I give you for **."And I was thinking, yes, they are very special people, but you are most likely ripping me off anyway. That was until we walked away and I realised that these very special people are known to him, and have in the last 2 years bought a number of very special carpets from him. So maybe it was a very special price...
It is the most beautiful colour- green amethyst- and it absolutely gigantic. I likes a lot.
I do anticipate though that there will soon be another reshuffle on the list of favourite things.. remember my beautiful beanie with a tragic fate...? All I'm sayings is this:
Watch out bitches!!
Exhibit 1: The toilet at Pippi's house in Bondi.
