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A Look Back in… Some Emotion or Other

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

What’s a sporadic blogger’s prerogative these days when a year’s about to end, you ask? Enter the somewhat obligatory, somewhat nostalgia-inspired and somewhat boredom-induced entry with a retrospective tinge crammed up its wazoo. I was going to get this post up alongside a new theme, but to be completely honest with the two to four of you who’ve been waiting, I’ve not been arsed to do any work on it. So enjoy the default blueness while this entry trudges along. It won’t seem so clinical after a few minutes. Promise.

Default statement of observation: There are less than 24 hours of 2009. Shocking, I know. I myself almost slapped my palm to my cheek and dropped my jaw in surprise at the very thought of it.

This year has probably gone by more quickly than any other I can remember, though I’m quite sure I’ve said the same thing in the past. A lot has happened this year, and I’m not quite sure where to start, what to say, and where to finish. So for all those who intend on high-tailing it out of here once you have even some idea of what my year’s been like (riveting stuff), 2009 has seen me: 1) land two jobs, 2) go through a few relationships (and by a few, I mean two), 3) become progressively more misanthropic and impatient, and 4) completed another year of a sub-par arts degree. Place a “spend more than $5000 on materialistic shit” and a “injure myself even further from dancing” on top and you’ve got yourself a nice 2009 cake ready to be shoved off into the past.

I’ve seen myself change both physically, emotionally and mentally in the Oh Nine. Physically, I’ve gone from nerdesque (I know. I wanted to stab my end-of-2008-hello-2009 self too.) to… well, non-nerdesque (those who are Facebook friends of mine will be able to mark the transition through my photos!). Emotionally, I’ve worsened and bettered myself at the same time, to the point where I’m not sure how to adequately describe it (so let’s leave it, because Xuan’s tired). And mentally, I’ve disciplined myself a hell of a lot more, purely because if I hadn’t, I’d probably be in a padded cell right now, giggling my ass off at the sight of the wall.

It’s been an odd year. A share of bad experiences here, a plethora of exciting and inspiring ones there. It doesn’t feel like a year is ending – I’m sure this is the same mentality that I had last year. Waking up on Friday morning will probably be the most anticlimactic feeling ever – mainly because I have work that night. But at the same time, I can’t wait to see what 2010 has in store.

So that does it for the lovely… handful? of posts I’ve made here this year. I’m sure the gaping bits of my life that haven’t been complained/whinged about here weren’t of any more interest, so I’ll shrug. I can feel my blogging style changing as well (Hello initially unintended and later realised narcissism? Got room on your seat there?); fingers crossed it’ll bring something a little more fruitful – or complaint-ful – to the blogosphere next year. Cross everything you can, people!

And now, without further ado, I’m off. See you all in Twenty Ten. :)

Nuttyfudgekins

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

I’d like to say that blogging is my number one excuse for procrastinating these days – especially since I have an exam with a 45% weighting tomorrow morning… – but it honestly isn’t. All the same, though, I felt strangely compelled, from the pit of my stomach, to update this thing so I don’t feel completely disconnected from the blogosphere. Oh… wait. That feeling might’ve been a wee bit of hunger. Eh, either way!

I haven’t actually been to a uni class and paid attention for about four weeks now, purely because I’ve spent so much time away from the Sydney suburbs over the past few weeks. I bet somebody – anybody – is on the verge of scolding me right about… now. It feels as though all I do these days is work, go driving, or spend time up in the Blue Mountains (without study materials, evidently, ’cause I suck that much) where I might as well be freezing my ickle balls off.

Deep in my subconscious, I’m probably fully aware that this is a very bad thing, since my first exam is tomorrow and I know just about enough of the unit material to fill a teaspoon, but then again, it doesn’t feel as though I’m potentially throwing a perfectly decent grade point average off a cliff. It also explains why I feel like I have enough time on my hands to apply for a second job. Which leads me to my second point.

I will happily clean cinemas and ignore ridiculously sexual couples making out after films have finished rolling if it means I’ll be paid above $15 an hour and I can get more than one shift a week. While my current job is sufficient to get me by in terms of everyday spending, the logic behind a second job is for something to fall back on when I need to save up to move out and/or for the purchase of a car at the end of this year. Plus, since I might be transferring to another university next year – and my current job requires that I be a current student at the university I’m studying with now – I can have the second job as a back-up in case I do end up losing this one. Long story short: Monies, thanks. And lots of them.

Idealism aside… Psycholinguistics exam in t-minus 23 hours and counting… All pots of gold, green-clad midget men and rainbows will be greatly appreciated. Four-leaf clovers won’t be at all discounted either.

Disappearance? What?

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

I’d write out a long-winded excuse about how I haven’t blogged in God knows how long (hell, even I don’t know how long), but in the end it comes right down to one thing: I’m a lazy arse. And I’m going to cover said lazy arse of mine by saying that being a lazy arse essentially explains the lack of a nice looking theme, entries, etc. I’m sure that made sense on some level…right?

It’s just that time of the year again. The half-a-handful of weeks occurring twice a year wherein everybody has university assessments due for the semester and I get so stressed that I sprout grey hairs galore – then, I dye them, just ’cause I don’t want to look 49 when I’m 19. Glorious, no? It’s not unlike a Mexican wave of panic across the state, where everyone just gets up and starts panicking and leaving things until the last minute.

I’ve actually taken a hiatus from dancing just to be able to juggle work and uni, and so far it’s working…ish. Workingish. Working in the sense that I spend more time at uni and get a fraction more work done. Ish in the sense that I have a bit more spare time at home, which isn’t spent studying. Instead, I spend it sitting at my desk, staring absently at the wall while some random playlist of mine flows on in the background. This is punctuated by my going downstairs every hour or so, opening the refrigerator door, hoping something new lies inside, and returning upstairs with a bowl of noodles when there’s nothing else. And this cycle starts over every few days.

Though I like to think that I’ve done at least one uplifting thing since I last blogged… two months ago (holy potatoes, Batman!): I’ve decided to hop on the bandwagon with the rest of my friends at work and participate in the creation of a complaint-free world. So now I walk around looking a little prettier with a purple bracelet on my wrist. But that’s not all, ladies and gents…

Essentially, every time one complains, one switches the bracelet from one wrist to the other. It takes 21 days to learn a new habit, supposedly. So I predict that it’ll take me at least six months to get to a point where every second sentence coming out of my mouth isn’t a complaint of some kind. I haven’t realised until now exactly how much I complain. Sure, I’ve always acknowledged it… a little “Yeah, I complain a crapload, man…” here, and a  little “I’m fully aware that I’m the Queen of complaining. Not King. Queen!” there.

So It’s seemed that I am the car, and complaining is the petrol. But now I’m actively trying to curb my complaining enthusiasm. And it’s going to take a while… Wish me luck!