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I’m at a public lecture on why the Scientific Revolution wasn’t a scientific revolution and one of my lecturers is sitting behind me, talking to a colleague about a visiting lecturer getting upset when people snooze in his lectures.

I’m 100% sure I haven’t stayed fully conscious for a single one of her classes in our last 3 semesters.

Update: I snoozed at some point in this lecture too

Little Dragon - Millionaire (Kelis cover)

I’m moving out in 7 or 8 days and I haven’t done a single thing towards achieving that and I’m starting to get little irrational fears like I haven’t gone grocery shopping in years, actual multiple years, because I live at home and my parents do that and I eat the food they make or make my own out of what’s there, but the point is it’s already there and just the thought of having to go and buy food and then carry it all the way to my new place is terrifying even though I’m very aware that I can definitely do it??? 

The pretty great response of Queensland newsreader Lincoln Humphries to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. 

Current mood: sad Human Nature tracks

Current mood: sad Human Nature tracks

Walking the haunts of my teenagedom in the rain on a Saturday night.

Walking the haunts of my teenagedom in the rain on a Saturday night.

Kate Miller-Heidke - The Real Slim Shady (Eminem Cover)

Wow. 

There’s a boy at work and I think I really like him? But I also think maybe I’m just bored. 

My manager told me yesterday that I should be keeping an eye on the junk section of my work email in case something legit goes in there. I haven’t looked at it in the 5 months I’ve been at this job. Finally take a look today and just a casual 5214 emails sitting in there.

Back in December I met a really interesting Scottish guy when I was staying in London. The 4 days we knew each other were a bit of a drama that had some fab moments like wandering around the city in the middle of the night on what ended up being an 11 hour date, and some less great moments, like when I realised he was a pathological liar and so much of what he told me was false. 

On the first afternoon we spent hanging out (12/12/13), we were totally cheesy and spent an hour playing youtube tracks for each other and these are the highlights from him. 

- Maverick Sabre, I Need. Almost what he felt a spoken word poet would be. Reflexively, he reminds me of a Sam Smith-type individual. 

- Olafur Arlmalds, Ljosid. Now this is a beautiful video clip, that you really need to watch. It’s the story of how he and his ex ended. Being together for so long, then just eventually going in different directions. He was in love with the symbolism in this track. 

- Damien Rice, Blower’s Daughter. His favourite Damien Rice song. One day, he would like to be able to perform as Damien Rice performs. A song that spoke to him/how he felt about his ex when they first met. 

- Damien Rice, 9 Crimes. Idk the guy loved his Damien Rice, ok? 

  • Person:

    Thanks so much for your help.

  • Me:

    You too! Oh wait...

I was going to make a post about how physical attraction is ridiculous and temporary and I was going to make the point using the 2011 version of Great Expectations because two years ago, I thought Pip (Douglas Booth) was basically the most attractive person who had ever walked the earth. These days I’d be more inclined to Herbert Pocket (Harry Lloyd), but while I was googling such things, I discovered Harry Lloyd is in fact the great-great-great-grandson of Charles Dickens. Now I just think it’s the coolest thing that a descendent of Dickens gets to play such a lovely role in a fairly fabulous adaptation of the classic novel.    

  • Mum:

    I should get some dinner for tonight. What do you feel like for dinner?

  • Me:

    I'm sitting here eating cheese and Vegemite with Milo. My tastebuds are shot, I'd eat anything.

My mother, as she is wont to do, just asked if I’ve lost weight. No, no I have not. Tbh, I haven’t been privy to a set of scales in any recent living memory so I don’t actually know, but just this morning, I was more consciously aware than ever of rolls above my hips, and that I’ve somehow also developed them under my arms. ‘You’re looking really good. Fantastic.’ Now that is complete and utter bullocks. She always asks if I’m losing weight as the start of a lecture on how I shouldn’t be and I’m looking ‘too thin’, but at the mention of having put some on, being told I look ‘fantastic’ is a false answer. Perceptions don’t change that quickly. 

I don’t feel great, and I don’t feel that I look great. Stahp.