Monday, 25 August 2008

Wealth is the root of all evil

Tonight was our college debate, between the JCR (undergrad students) and SCR (postgrad, tutors, etc), the topic being that "money is the root of all evil." It was highly entertaining; here are some of the more memorable quotes:

-"Evil is taking care of yourself. And not in the way some of you dirty people take care of yourselves. That leads me to Catholicism."
-"Who wants to be like China? 1 billion people and 1 haircut!"
-"Paedophilia and rape are serious problems, but they pale in comparison to [the first speaker's] attempts to pick up Hilda's* girls."

The JCR, I'm proud to say, won, due to our actually having an argument to put forward.

Unfortunately, I've developed a lovely cold over the weekend, along with a delightful cough and the tendency to lose my voice at various intervals. If sharing is caring, this college has lots of love to give, as germs and diseases are generally wrecking havoc on the entire student body. I've been taking off class and sleeping most of the day, which is why I haven't been replying to emails as I said I would - sorry, I'll try to get onto them as soon as I can.


*St Hilda's, one of the colleges

Friday, 22 August 2008

Fuzzy Hookers

It's a Friday night in college, and you know what that means...

Drinks! Music! Party!

True to my word (more or less), I don't need alcohol to have a good time. In fact, I'm slightly worried about how I might act when I'm drunk, considing how hyper I was tonight - a combination of a sugar high, one drink and, well, sheer enthusiasm.

But it's an absolute riot to hang out with drunk people. Provided they're not vomiting on you.

Tonight was pure, simple, silly fun; taking stupid photos (which shall no doubt adorn Facebook tomorrow), pulling faces and poses, laughing at each other, dancing, singing along, congregating in the corridor, chasing each other, wearing hats, tickling, bed bouncing and generally make merry.

The title of this post, incidentally - I know you're all wondering - comes from my friend misunderstanding my saying "ze hookers" (don't ask me why) and thinking I said "fuzzy hookers," which of course sent us into hysterics.

I'll finish this wildly entertaining night with a quote that cracks me up from Overheard:

Oh Yeah? Then How'd I Get That Job in Biotech?
Thug #1: Yo, I can't wait for Obama to win the election, yo! He gonna make white people illegal!
Thug #2 (stopping dead in his tracks): You one ignorant muthafucka, ain't you?

--The Village


Wednesday, 20 August 2008

Arts Students Don't All Wear Berets

3BT x 2:

  1. Sleeping in 1 hour after my alarm's gone off
  2. Hot shower on a cold morning
  3. Speaking to my mum this afternoon
  4. Humming Ca Plane Pour Moi all day
  5. Dexter Season 1
  6. Hanging around with friends after dinner, just telling funny stories and making jokes

EDIT: + an email that made me laugh


Tuesday, 19 August 2008

"Anything is possible, it's Gossip Girl!"

Gossip Girl Season 2 is coming out in the States on September 1, and it's apparently going to be sexier, bitchier, jucier, and more scandalous. Who can't wait?! Clearly I'm not going to be able to see it September 1, but hopefully not long after that!

[This video brought to my attention by the lovely blairwaldorfs]

Warning: spoilers

Ed Westwick does a mean American accent; it's weird to hear him with an English accent (his native one), but still hot.

More teasers for you to enjoy. OMFG!


Monday, 18 August 2008

Party Girl

It might not have been the best idea to go out Saturday night until 3.30am and get up on Sunday morning at 8.30am to tour people around college from 10-5 for Open Day, but I don't regret it.

It was the Glow in the Snow party (or as Sara likes to abbreviate it...GitS) and it was, in short, awesome fun.

I went with 3 good friends from college; F, B, and K.* We had 'pre-party' drinks in college (just one) whilst getting ready, mostly in black and white, the theme being fluro or white, complete with face paint (stars). We didn't leave until 9.

On the way to the party, I amusingly heard some guy behind us in a singlet and shorts (sans jacket) say to another girl "I'll never make you wear a dress or a skirt again! It's fucking freezing!"

It was like any typical party; the place was huge; security was everywhere; the music was fantastic (recent and older pop, including the Spice Girls, Britney and John Farnham), but it slightly too loud, not only creating a ringing/deaf sensation in one's ears, but making it hard to talk or order a drink; girl(s) on girl(s); every second person was hooking up; fluro and glow sticks everywhere; guys in tight pants and short shorts; girls in shirts pretending to be dresses; raised platforms for dancing/showing off on (or in Sara's case, falling off of, though she wasn't the only one); a sleazy Indian guy hanging around; several guys who tried to pick F, who has a boyfriend who was also there; K hooking up with one of F's friends; some Asian guy who was trying to pick me up; a serial number guy**; seeing friends every so often in the crowd; and, of course, it snowed.

[I stole some of Sara's photos from Facebook - so you can blame her for the quality - as I was clearly abstaining from technology.]

The venue: Queensbridge Hotel

The snow! Actually, it was this foamy stuff, but it looked incredibly cool and looked really nice in our hair. I don't think it tasted so good though.

Surprisingly enough, I also danced with one of F's other friends, which was memorable and...nice. Nothing happened though, for which I might actually be grateful; baby steps. I don't know what F told some of the other girls, though, because they've told me they're "seeing me in new light," like I'm some kind of party girl, which I find very funny.

We left at 2.30, with the boys intending to carry on the party somewhere else, but it took us that long to flag down a cab that I think they just ended up going back to college, although I'm not entirely sure, because we girls went home in the first cab.

Contrary to my father's belief, I was not in any way hungover on Sunday morning (I only had two drinks), just exhausted. Open Day was fine; I found I actually really enjoyed it, apart from the traipsing all three floors in succession all day, and the standing outside in the cold spruiking, but the people I met were all lovely. I can't believe it's 4th week of 2nd semester already. Where has the time gone?!

I survived the technology famine; it wasn't that hard to resist the urge to turn on my laptop and check my emails, or check my text messages, it just felt weird not to. I seem to have more self-restraint when it comes to technology - which I'm connected to most of every day - than I do with chocolate, which I tried to go without for a week, but failed miserably. Or maybe it's because it was for a cause.

Now I have to start those assignments due this week that I haven't started yet.


*Not their real initials.
**Some asshole we saw walking around, who hooked up with one of our college friends, as well as several other girls. He also got all their numbers.

Friday, 15 August 2008

Goodbye, Cruel World!

At least for 40 hours.

I'm doing the technology famine as my 'challenge' for World Vision's 40 hour famine, to raise money to help end child slavery in India.

That's right; no phone, no laptop, no TV, no iPod, no camera, no electronics for 40 hours.

"HOW WILL YOU SURVIVE?!" you splutter, having spit your coffee all over the screen, and well may you ask. It will be the toughest challenge for me, but I think I can do it.

So, I won't be around, and I'm not ignoring you.

The 'famine' ends 2pm Sunday (starting tonight 10pm), but I'm touring around my college for Open Day until 5.

I'm also going to a party tomorrow called 'Glow in the Snow' which should be fun. I may even - God forbid! - have a drink. Or two. Depends on how many I can afford (hence the need for a job, and soon.)

Until then, I will be studying, because alas, I have 2 assignments (essays) due next week, neither of which I have started.

Last weekend I watched Fiddler on the Roof, and loved it. But now I have these songs stuck in my head (esp. Matchmaker...wonder why?!)



And perhaps the most beautiful, Do you love me?:

Oh, and I have to write blogs for two of my subjects - Culture, Media and Everyday Life and Globalisation (I dropped Spanish), which I should be pretty awesome at, considering my experience and all that. Except that you have to relate to the course work. Anyway, I want to make my template more groovy - or at least have a header of some kind - but I know nothing about CSS, which seems to be the way you can change it. Any suggestions, ideas, advice? It seems to be like a wordpress blog.

Enjoy your weekends without me!


Wednesday, 13 August 2008

"Arts students don't explode things."

("I wouldn't know how. Except accidentally.")

Also overheard in today's Intro to Climate Change lecture, by the same guy and girl who said the above, respectively:

Guy: Pretend it's not there, and it will go away.
Girl: Like climate change!

On the tram tonight:

Girl: So, apparently he was, like, really drunk and passed out in Hayden's room...and in the middle of the night, Hayden wakes up and sees Christian peeing against the wall, and Hayden was, like, hypnotised by the size of his wang.
Guy: What, six inches? Small?
Girl: shakes head
Guy: Big?! Wow.

On last night's 5.58 Glen Waverly train out of Melbourne, 8 min late and packed:
Asian guy: [stepping onto the crowded train] Takes me back to Asia.


Monday, 11 August 2008

I Like Big Butts

And I love this Nike ad. Even if it isn't really a big butt, but a firm, toned one, the message of this ad is truly fantastic.

My butt is big
and round like the letter C
and ten thousand lunges
have made it rounder
but not smaller
and that's just fine.
It's a space heater
for my side of the bed
it's my ambassador
to those who walk behind me
it's a border collie
that herds skinny women
away from the best deals
at clothing sales.
My butt is big
and that's just fine
and those who might scorn it
are invited to kiss it.



Saturday, 9 August 2008


Tonight I'd planned to go to the Melbourne International Film Festival (for better or worse, shortened to MIFF) to see Persepolis, which I've wanted to see for a long time. Much to my dismay, it was bloody sold out.

So I figured since I was in the city, I might as well see a film. Unfortunately, nothing much was showing at Greater Union, so I dashed on down to Melbourne Central to check out their selection. Fortune smiled on me, in that I was able to see The Bank Job, though I arrived at the theatre around the time it was supposed to start and had to wait in line for some ten minutes. I sat down just as the film began.

I'm still devo that I didn't get to see Persepolis - tonight was it's second and final showing (I couldn't go to the first, I had a compulsory class) - but I may just have to buy it on DVD, and I was glad to be able to catch The Bank Job, because it was showing as part of MIFF too, in it's earlier days when I wasn't in Melbourne. So all's well that end's well!

The Bank Job is based on the true story of the Lloyds Bank robbery in the scandalous seventies. Jason Statham - who else? - of Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and The Italian Job, is the tough Terry, a family man and criminal-on-the-side who wants to make things right and break away from the shadow of the cozzers with enough security to make a new start. He accepts a high-profit - and high risk - offer from friend and supermodel Martine (the gorgeous Saffron Burrows), who's working for someone else. Terry has enough petty connections to get the job done, but they're being watched by various authorities, most of them corrupt. From politicians to policemen to porn kings, everyone, it would seem, is double crossing everyone else or cheating on each other. Photos of politicians in - quite literally - risque positions complicate life for everybody, especially for Terry, Martine and the gang, who are threatened on all sides when things go pear shaped, as they inevitably do. You couldn't write drama like this. Funny, thrilling, and suspenseful in a you'll-jump-in-your-seat kind of way, with an edgy rock soundtrack to match, The Bank Job is darker than Statham's previous criminal - and more light-hearted - endeavours, which may just make it better. The fact that it can't have a happy ending for everyone makes it more believable, and arguably likable.


Handsome Rob Jason did not disappoint. That face...that accent...that smile.

Now I'm going to curl up with a bag of Honey Soy Chicken chips (Red Rock Deli, of course, my favourite) and The Incredibles, one of my favourite movies.


Wednesday, 6 August 2008

If the Spanish is the only thing he learns, he'll be OK

At the snow:

Woman: Where did you learn to speak Spanish?
10 year old: From a song.
Girl: What song?
10 year old: Pretty Fly for a White Guy. You know; "uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis."


On campus:

[Girls walk away from a woman handing out free cans of Coke Zero.]
Girl #1: Zero is nasty.
Girl #2: Yeah, but it's free!

Also on campus:

Girl: We've been through a lot.
Guy: You have?
Girl: Well, I'm sure you have.


Tuesday, 5 August 2008

My Life in Pixels

So, this Flickr tag has been intriguing me, and because I can never resist the offer of an open tag, I simply had to do it.


2. Chocolate 3. School 4. Pink 5. Ed 6. Karmarama 7. Greece 8. Mousse 9. Happy 10. Friends 11. Girly 12. Flags

It goes something like this:

1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
2. Using only the first page, pick an image.
3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name? Can't tell you that!
2. What is your favorite food? Chocolate. Always.
3. What high school did you go to? Can't tell you that either, but it was in a little town about an hour away from where I live.
4. What is your favorite color? Pink. No question.
5. Who is your celebrity crush? At the moment...Ed Westwick.
6. Favorite drink? Karmarama. I ♥ Emma & Tom's.
7. Dream vacation? Greece.
8. Favorite dessert? Chocolate mousse.
9. What do you want to be when you grow up? Happy.
10. What do you love most in life? Friends.
11. One word to describe you. Girly.
12. Your Flickr name. I'd rather not tell you that, either, but the picture is a clue. Guesses welcome!


Avant Card: Rockin'

I just get a kick out of the pun.


Sunday, 3 August 2008

Because, Like High School, There Are No Cliques At University

So, I was scrolling through the so-called "Summary of 99% of the people you will ever meet in college," nearing the end, and thinking, "wow, I might just be one of those 1% people who doesn't fit into any of these groups," when lo and behold, I found they have something for everyone, including me.


This girl is rather shy, quite studious, probably pretty conservative, and usually somewhat attractive in a sort of clean, traditional, classic way. Sometimes, her quietness or straight face may be misinterpreted as indifference or the "get away from me" look, but once you get to know her, she is actually quite nice and makes a decent friend. She doesn't drink or smoke - not because she's a "goody two-shoes", but because she genuinely has no desire to. This girl may end up a loner if she's not careful - spending countless hours locked away in her dorm room, reading, or (if she pushes herself a little) can be found actually socializing. Gets along with most people, has a decent social circle, but holds just a few close friends. May need a little push to get involved in activities. Makes a reliable friend. Is a hard worker, but can enjoy having fun too.

The question is: who are you? Are you the Small Town Goddess? The Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer? The Man-Hating Feminist? Or, who else do you think I could be?

And, for the heck of it - and because they amuse me oh-so-much - I've compiled a list of my Top 10 Favourite Facebook Groups:

  1. I Bet I Can Find 1,000,000 People Who Just Want Peace (What a great message.)

  2. When I was your age, Pluto was a planet. (Clever.)

  3. You were sexy until I saw that cigarette in your hand. (It's comforting to know that there are other people who think that smoking isn't sexy, or cool.)

  4. Fictional, famous, & handsome men give me unreasonable expectations. ♥ (So, so true.)

  5. After Reading Twilight, Humans Boys Just Seem Lacking (Also very true.)

  6. All You Need Is Love, But A Chanel Bag Is A Glorious Substitute (Women who recognise that men aren't everything.)
  7. No, I Don't Care If I Die At 12AM, I Refuse To Pass On Your Chain Letter. (My sentiments exactly.)

  8. If You Can't Differentiate Between "Your" and "You're" You Deserve To Die (Well, perhaps not, but it emphasises the importance of grammar!)

  9. Bug me during Supernatural, and I'll shoot you with rock salt! (I'm going through a Supernatural phase. Love it.)
  10. If you believe in true love (This one's just sweet.)

The person I know with the most groups is 102. That's right people, 102. Can anyone beat that?!

Just a girl