Monthly Archives: April 2010

Day 252- April 30, 2010

I am still performing the monumental task of re-arranging the hangings (a nicer way to say “things stuck on with Blu-Tack”) on my bedroom walls. I put the photos (103 of them) up last night, and spent a good deal of this morning putting up some of my bigger posters back on the walls. I’ll fill in the gaps with smaller things and postcards at some point, but I’m not sure if I have the time now.

I went out to the city to Jungle Juice (again… Mum says it’s becoming our Cheers) for one of Josiah’s Regular Friday Afternoon Hangouts. Being hungry (my blogs always go back to the topic of food at some point or another), I tried one of their bagels. DELICIOUS! It really was. I’d describe it in mouth-watering detail, but as I think about what I’d say in my head, I realise that I’d just sound like a advertisement (“succulent, mouth-watering beef patty…”). Actually, my mouth is watering right now. I’d better stop before I drool again.

So we sat around for a while, enjoying coffee and conversation and The Kinks. Good times. I caught the train back with James (via Degraves Street where we spotted the pictured accordion-playing busker) and we discussed The Honourable Yet Ridiculous Justin Madden. More good times! He came over briefly to pick up his birthday present from me (HAPPY BIRTHDAY), which was a book on bad movies. So-bad-they’re-good, that is. Like The Room. And then Mum gave him a cauliflower. Happy birthday?

I’m going out for James’ birthday soon (dinner at Hofbrauhaus and then drinks at Berlin Bar– a German-themed night!) and I have to get up early tomorrow, so here’s today’s blog. Photos tomorrow!

Day 251- April 29, 2010

Being the exemplar of insanity that I am, I’ve started to redecorate my room YET AGAIN!! This has involved taking down pretty much everything, as I’ve had some photos printed and I want to start from scratch so that everything fits in. I now have terribly dry thumbs from rolling what would be close to four hundred little pieces of Blu-Tack. But it’s worth it (see picture). And tomorrow I’ll try to put everything else back up, plus other new things I’ve picked up around the place (such as what I believe to be the daggiest record cover in existence).

It was cold today, but not as cold as yesterday, and unlike yesterday, I wore jeans. Good move. Having forgotten my essay at home, the day began with a brief stop-off at the printroom (where settings were wrong and printings were fouled) before going off to my near-empty tute (still because of the assignment), in which we discussed cigarettes, obesity and the western suburbs. After gymming it up and some Russian, I went to my appointment with the university’s advocacy service to discuss the difficulties I’ve been having, what with the Politics department losing one of my exam papers. I now have a course of action and feel very advocated for, so it was time well spent.

After another sleepy Psych lecture (in which I actually managed to stay awake!), I went home, only to go out again to pick Maxim from the station. When we got home, he realised that he had left his violin on the train (argh!), so we rushed inside and I called the station at which the train was terminating. Luckily, the station staff found the violin and we went to pick it up. Silly boy. And then I watched W. Silly Dubya.

Day 250- April 28, 2010

Cold weather. Cold, dreary weather. And I made the mistake of thinking I could get away with wearing shorts. Sure I could wear sweatpants to the gym, but they’re, well, sweatpants. Sure I could wear jeans and then change, but that would take time and effort. Nobody needs that. So shorts it was, and whatever part of your skin that’s responsible for making goosebumps sure got a workout today.

Gym and Russian class and Policy lecture (90% of class absent due to essay being due tomorrow) and then back home. Home is better. Home is warmer. And of course, home (if you still live with your parents) is full of food that you don’t have to pay for. Cereal, for example, which, contrary to popular belief, is not a breakfast food but enjoyed best at about 5pm. That’s when it starts to get dark. I seem to be talking about the shortening days a lot lately. What a strange obsession. Perhaps I have Seasonal Affective Disorder (I have been craving carbs lately…). Or perhaps I just have a tendency to psychosomatically develop whatever condition it is I learn about in Psychology.

So yes. Cereal and the impending darkness and looking out into the twilit backyard from the dark house (I had to segue in the photo somehow!). Oh, and I watched The International, which was good fun (as are most other films with the great Clive Owen), apart from the dodgy disc skipping (argh). I wonder if my bank deals in the international arms trade and kills off anybody who opposes it? And that reminds me, I need to renew my student discount…

Day 249- April 27, 2010

Mmm could not be bothered getting up for Russian. There’s no point, really, because we just cover the same thing over again in Wednesday’s class (at which I will, unfortunately, be present). I got a lift into uni with Mum, and had possibly one of the first lectures for Research Methods that made sense and was informative. What’s going on?

After what always seems like a never-ending lecture (at ninety minutes, it’s not quite as bad as last semester’s two hour Political Philosophy lecture), Jackie and I headed off to a cafe called Animal Orchestra (pictured), losing James and Alice to “assignments” along the way. James refused to listen to my argument that getting coffee would actually be beneficial to his study, because the time lost getting it would be more than made up by the increase cognitive functioning. We went there to meet with Laura, whom I had not seen for a while (possibly because she’s not doing any of my subjects anymore, but there’s always hope). Although I’d walked past it many times (it’s the one near the KFC on Grattan Street), I’d never gone in. It was pretty funky, what with collages of pictures and old mirrors on the walls. I had a very yummy muffin and Laura had a macaroon, which was deemed “cute”.

We then parted with Laura and went off to formulate a questionnaire on binge drinking, which was required for today’s Research Methods tute (or else we’d be turned away!), and then to an information session on international study exchange, in which everybody was intimidated by the amount of paperwork necessary. Then to the tute (one thing after another, no?), in which I administered my binge drinking questionnaire (to a massive sample of three participants), shared my views on higher education in somebody else’s questionnaire and totally failed at another questionnaire on sport. It wasn’t too bad a tute, and the discussion was pretty fun.

And then Psych. Oh god. I really do hate the Public Lecture Theatre. Of course, you will have guessed by now that I fell asleep (again). I really don’t know what it is about it. I mean, sure, it’s dimly lit- and that will make you sleepy. But I go to other dark lecture theatres. And I have never before encountered a room that will make you fall asleep, no matter how hard you try to keep away, no matter how awake you were before the lecture. It’s Dark Magic, for certain!

It’s getting noticeably darker at this time of year, which is always a bit dreary, especially when the shortening days are combined with the weather getting much colder. I think the weather has decided to pay us back for the nice warm autumn thus far. Bitch. I’m not really looking forward to winter, where it’s fully dark by the time I finish classes. Eugh. But at least once it gets very cold, I can wear my greatcoat. Hurrah!

Day 248- April 26, 2010

Public holiday today. And everybody knows what that means… working on essays!

So not that much to report, really, on the first 80% or so of the day. I worked on the essay, and I really don’t think anybody wants me to talk any more about it. But it’s finished now, and that’s what counts (well, I still have referencing to go, but that really shouldn’t take very long). It was mainly essay writing for most of the day (and by essay writing I mean mainly staring at the Word document, trying to think of how to phrase the next sentence), apart from one hour of tutoring (in which we discussed manipulative female characters in literature).

Just before eight in the evening, I managed to finish the essay (word limit: 3,300, word count: 3,299… priceless). I decided to go celebrate by joining Josiah et al (he is such a networker) at a place in Fitzroy called The Workers’ Club (pictured). James and I got a lift in with Mum, via KFC, in which I got very confused as to what I was ordering, and ended up with some sort of meal which included what was generously called “potato and gravy”. Sure. Because potato is a semi-viscous liquid.

The bar/pub/venue/whatever was nice, being fairly unpretentious (especially by Fitzroy standards, the hipsters!) and playing pretty cool music all night. I met old acquaintances and new ones (exactly how a night should go!) and we discussed cool topics such as music. Yeah. And I took another lot of photos. And once again it’s a late night which I cannot be bothered to spend on picking and editing and exporting and uploading and tagging photos. So I’ll do it later. Seems like I’ve got a bit of a backload to keep me busy…

Day 247- April 25, 2010

Mm nice sleep in. And because Dad broke his toe last night, he didn’t go to church, which meant we were all at home and had a lovely bacon and eggs breakfast. Mm bacon and eggs. And then I got a bit more work done on my essay in between that and getting ready to go out to the wedding. Wooo for being almost up to 900 words, which means almost 30% through the essay. I’ll have to finish it tomorrow. Isn’t that what public holidays are for?

The wedding in question was that of my “cousin”, Sasha, to her fiancee, Gerard. By “cousin”, I mean that she is the cousin of my cousins (on different sides of the family), but that I can’t normally be bothered explaining that relationship, so I call her my cousin. Her dad normally runs around at family events with all his photographic equipment in tow, but she asked him to be a bit more low-key for her wedding, so he gave me his camera for the day. It was heavy (what with a 18-200m lens and a big flash gun hanging off it) and it took me a while to figure out how to operate the settings (mainly turning off that annoyed beep sound that occurs when the camera focuses), but I managed and had fun playing with it, even if my hands got sore from the extra weight.

So it was another wedding with me walking around (in my nice black shoes that make a clop-clop sound when I walk) and taking hundreds of photos (even more so this time, what with Koka’s 16gb memory card). There were photos of the bride and groom, of the church, of various people present, of the ceremony, of people coming up to congratulate the couple, of the couple signing the marriage certificate, of the couple with various configurations of their respective families. The list goes on. And I’ll deal with the list at some other point. I took somewhere between 500 and 600 photos today, and 2am is not the best time to deal with them. Here’s one photo I’ve picked for the blog- the bride and groom and various family members on the steps of the church. Look forward to the rest later (ooh the suspense!).

Right after we finished taking photos (by which I mean the Real Photographer taking photos and the rest of the amateurs tagging along), the weather turned as sour as one of those sour lollies you get at the Show (terrible analogy, I know). I guess it was pretty lucky that it held out for the duration of the wedding (and the gathering clouds before the downpour meant less harsh direct sunlight for wedding photos!). We went home for about five minutes (to grab coats and so that I could get some coffee) before going out to Fitzroy for the reception.

The reception was held in a function room at a pub in Nicholson Street. It was actually really nice, what with large paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling and lovely gourmet food and all that jazz. Except there wasn’t really jazz. There was a band, however, but they played more sort of mellow versions of pop and rock tunes. So there was food (of course) and drinks and friendly waiters and I walked around occasionally, taking more photos and experimenting with the flash gun. And then dancing and then cake and then more dancing. Speeches also occurred throughout the night, with Steve being the MC, along with contributions from Sasha and Gerard, as well as their parents, best man and maid of honour.

It’s late and I’m tired and I’m sure that you’re all quite aware of what typically happens at weddings. I took a lot of  shots today, but there’s no way I’m going through them now, so you (being whoever is reading this post) can look forward to them at some other point in time. Actually, you should probably get to sleep, too.

Day 246- April 24, 2010

I hate it when you’re dreaming and everything is lovely and then the alarm goes. I really don’t know why Everything In Its Right Place is still the wake-up song on my phone; Thom Yorke whining is not really want to hear when I wake up in the morning. Correction: when I am awoken in the morning. But get up I did, because I had to go to work. I was at Sonia’s place from the night before, so I gathered my things and said my goodbyes and thank-yous (yes, my parents did raise me properly) and drove off. More freeways! Lovely! At least this time I knew where I was headed and there was far less traffic and inclement weather. It was a lovely drive through Moonee Ponds to McDonalds for breakfast (they’ve now combined the Sausage And Egg and Bacon And Egg McMuffins into some Super Dooper Sausage And Bacon And Egg And Heart Failure Breakfast Extravaganza).

And then seven (pretty much) continuous hours of teaching, with the usual administrative mishaps. Firstly, the admin staff took a while to locate my classes’ reports and exam papers, so they scurried around, attempting to find where they’d stashed them (luckily, they turned up eventually). And then, I couldn’t find one of my classes. I’d been privately tutoring a Year 7 student during the lunch hour, but was last week informed that I would be given a group of four Year 8s to coach for selective school entry exams. However, I couldn’t find any of them and went from room to room and back to the office until finally they showed up and we found a place.

I was somewhat tired, and so was pleased when the day drew to an end, and again enjoyed my drive home ft. singing loudly and badly (even if the weather wasn’t as nice as last week). It’s the time of year where the shortening of the days is noticeable, so it wasn’t long after I got home that it began to get dark and I, not yet having a Photo for the Day, ventured outside to take photos of the night. Here we see Richards Avenue in darkness, lit by a car’s headlights. There’s no deep or poetic meaning here. It’s just quite dark.

Oh, and Dad broke his toe. Silly man.