The trouble with summer and vacations is that no one is ever at home married to their computers, procrasinating about the world, thus documenting them on their blogs.

Normally this wouldnt really be a massive issue, but it is when you’re forced to be glued to your desk and stuck at work all day. Normally this bordem can be counteracted by reading other people blogs and laughing at their expense, but lately people have finished their exams and gone out to get a life, meaning most regularly visited blogs have not had a recent post since 1984!!?

 I guess I am also guilty of this crime, except I am not out living the life, I am stuck on the 8th floor of my office, looking at other peoples spending on their credit card and deciding whether I have suspicion to block their card thus ruining their fun. Its a Sunday, the sun is shining bright, I can see people walking on the street in their thongs and shorts, pushing prams or arm in arm. I wish I were at home listening to good music and writing the first chapter of my book, but the $50 an hour they’re willing to pay here is way too seductive. So here I am trying really hard to be productive, but the whether is fast becoming my worse friend…. making a mockery of me with its uplifting rays.

Yesterday I spent all day working at an electrol office, processing votes. What a boring job!! But honestly  I sat around talking to my friends and flirting with a certain somebody once mentioned in this blog. Remember the guy who stood me up without calling? hahaha yes, we met again at this doodgy job, and there was a massive amount of flirting thrown around. He really is a funny guy, although sometimes I think he tries too hard to be funny, and that is usually a no go but for him I’m making an exception. It got me thinking. Why would I make an exception for him? Usually I only make these exceptions for lawyers, docters, musicams, artists (real ones…not students branding themselves as artists), but this guy is what I call a statitian, I dont know if that really is an occupation title, cos it sure aint a real word. Looks at numbers and pretends to do something with them. Nothing interesting, nothing inspiring or extra ordinary. Maybe what they say is true, that ‘the harder you play, the more they want you.’ because it seems the only strong reason I want him so bad is because he had the audacity to stand me up without even a phone call. Its the madest thing ever, but yet real.

Went and bought a few new CD’s before work today. They say that it is apart of the student lifestyle to spend your money before you spend it. Drove into town and picked up James Morrison, Matt Dusk, Vittorio Grigolo, Sarah Blasko & Cafe Bossa Nova, just for the long summer nights – fast approaching. 

James Morrison is such an awesome artist. Love his album, great songs and lyrics with some depth. Fav song at the moment, after 2 runs on the player is one last chance.

Matt Dusk is an interesting artist. He could be seen as the son of Michael Buble. Similar type of big band music, although his personal style isnt as romantic or seductive like that of Buble’s. He sounds a little less mature, fun, ‘i dont give 2 rats’, and maybe a bit of a player? hahaha i dont know how anyone can sound like they are a bit of a player through singing songs that they didnt even themselves write. But if its not his real personality then its definately a bit of an edge that his publicist put in for his over all image. Fav song on this album would have to be ‘the best is yet to come’

Currently checking out Vittorio’s album, only up to the first track. Love Italian music, can never get enough of other languages. Although I cannot understand the specific words the tone and composition of the music reminds me of that same feeling that one gets when first having listened to Joni Mitchel. A bit turned-off by the fact that he has collaborated with the pussy cat dolls chick (can you find another artist to discredit you as a REAL artist anymore than the pussy cat dolls.) but I guess its publicity, and thats how i came to know of him, so it works.  Cannot wait to sample the rest of the album, I’ll keep you all posted.

Anyways time to get back to work, got to stop some more people having a good shopping day by blocking their cards.

Oh but before I go, people who are the authors of the blogs I regularly visit freak can u PLEASE write more frequently, and people who visit this blog and feel my pain please leave a link to your blog, I need more material to read when I’m at work. HELP!!!!!!!! Thanks

It is officially noon and I’ve got to get this essay into the office BY 4 pm today… thats giving me a total of 3 hours to complete a 1500 word essay!! I woke up this morning at 5:30 after eating some dodgy food last night, my ass is still recovering from the extra work its been doing all morning.
I had some weird ass dream last night. I dont know if this is occurs for everyone, but I find myself frowning in my sleep (oh so I’ve been told) Its like an out of body experience, so I’m observing myself in my dream, but when I awake I feel as though I have just experienced it… but then I remember that while I’m observing myself in my dream I’m disapproving of my own actions…
Anyways have a shower and come out to the dinning room to start my essay… but instead I’m on youtube looking at clips laughing so loud it woke up my house mate. And now its noon im writing a blog just to kick about time and delay the process of writing an academic essay as long as I can.
Oh I do have to share my first experience with a ‘professional’ masseurs. Normally massages occur as a step of foreplay leading to sex, or there was this one time….. i used massage as a seduction tool. hahaha
So I wake up (it seems alot happens to me when I’m sleeping.) with a twist in the muscle of my shoulder blade (this is self diagnosis) couldnt move my neck at all, if i wanted to look over my right shoulder I would have to turn my WHOLE body to the right.
Anyways I call up a few places around my apartment and find this one place that will take me straight away (I shoulda already been suspicious since they had no clients!). I fill out the ‘initial consultation’ form, circling FIRM as my preference of stroking. hahahahaha
I always had the illusion that massages should be pleasurable. But through out the whole experience I was gripping the rails of the table with all force. There was this one stage where she was massaging my butt cheeks (is that right? felt wrong…..), so was massaging so hard that my ass probably felt like a rock since I was tensing them to the best of my abilities. My back feels like ive been bashed and my room mate swears there are purple marks on my back…. if the actual ‘feeling’ isnt bad enough, I was slapped with a $100 bill for a 45 min session. Man that is my food budget for 2 weeks. I dont know how much longer I can live on this student budget. I also got conned into buying a wheat bag. Apparently you heat it up and place it on your sore parts and its suppose to aid the healing process. I’m totally addicted to it at the moment. I have no idea if it works or if its making my shoulder a little worse but i take it everywhere with me. I love it…. hahaha

This morning I ate the cabbage soup that I’m suppose to be living on. I realised just how disgusting it is…. i have to lick the spoon as apposed to eating it normally. Think of a dog, you know how when they eat they stick their tongue out and slurp it up… well thats me eating this soup. It’s fuckin gross. I need to go on boot camp or something.
Anyways I better go
a) do this fuckin essay, I’ve concluded I have no freewill, and thats why I desperately want to finish the god-damn essay but due to forces beyond my current control I can not do it…..
b) sleep
c) youtube
d)sleep

I think im going to have to sleep….

Last night, I went to the John Mayer concert. He was pretty impressive. Yes, I know…. how come I went to such a big event, and event that I has been anticipating for a long time coming, and I dont even sound that excited about it? Well I think there was something missing in Mayers performance. Musically he was all there, there can never be anything to fault about his artistic abilities. He is one of the limited musicians who seem to take their music more seriously than his ear-skretching fans. But nevertheless his fans are the ones who gave his the ability to do what he loves to do and still make enough money from it to eat and impress other chicks whom he sleeps with.
Look I dont have an issue with people snubbing people at large venues since there is no humanly possible way for 1 hot bastard to service 100’s and 1000’s of adoring fans..but what i do feel a bit disappointed about was that during sound check there were around 30-50 of us sitting in the audience watching him fine tune the technicalities for his show and he didnt even come down and say howdy or anything. His exit was accompanied by a quick flicker of his arm, something closely representing a wave. From my perspective, a part of being in an industry where you’re relying people to love your art, I would expect that you dedicate some of your time to show your appreciation. Now showing appreciation doesnt mean say “I appreciate you coming, thank you very much.”
I do acknowledge how hard it must be to be constantly surrounded by people you dont know, who are screaming at you. And I guess it would make you resent the fact that they’re screaming your name and telling you how much they love you, when they dont even know you. So you would probably be feeling like a peice of meat, but thats the frickle nature of the business.
Look I’m not suggesting that if I were to ever be a famous celeb I wouldnt act like John, but I’m guessing I’m more interested in him as a person, rather than the thought of him as a celeb. I want to see the humanistic characteristics in him because I want to understand what it would be to be his friend, to be the shop owner who lives on his street, or a previous classmate. I dont care about his celeb status I’m so smittened by his art. I wanna know what he thinks about and how he sees colour. His lyrics are so rich with thought and the emotions seem so raw, he even sounds rather witty on the radio and television. I want to see the real him…. I want to see that creative, thoughtful and that philosophical guys like him really do exist in the world.

My one and only exam has come and swiftly gone within a hour.
The day started off on the right foot, I shoulda known the moment I was awoken by some homie song that Cindy had put on my phone as my alarm, that it was going to nothing short of a FABULOUS day.
I got ready within 10 mins of rolling outta bed, so tempted to rock up to uni in my pjs, but remembered that time when I rocked up to banking & finance law in my pj shorts with unshaven legs…. ewwww… hahaha never making the same mistake again!!!!!
My trusted but odd roomate drove me to school, dropped my ass off in the middle of Victoria street during peak hour traffic….
I made my way to the computer lab to check my email, and then realised that the exam wasnt until 10:30 which was a whole hour before I thought it was. hahaha this has been the first ever exam that I have rocked up to early!
- first year intro to macro-eco, didnt even rock up to the exam at all. Let me defend this. The school posted an exam timetable. I looked at it…. organised it well, then they changed it a few days before the blasted exam. Woke up that morning to an alarming amount of missed calls on my fone. Thought I was lil miss popular, only to realise after checking the sms’s that I had missed the exam. “where the fuck were you man? u better be dying in hospital.” fuck….. first failed subject at uni. Was only the first for the many to come…. hahaha
Anyways, today was the first day ever I’ve walked outta the exam early AND confident,…. I normally leave early because I’m just one of those people that give the exam the once over…. if I fucking cant answer it within the first reading well then fuck it… I probably didnt study that part… hahahaha see thats the thing isnt it? Even if you study your brains out all semester, and remember 85% of the subject matter, and the examiners decide to write questions on the 15% that you didnt memories by writing it on your fore head then you’re fucked. Then it makes you feel stupid cos you’ve just studied your brains out and still only managed to PASS, or even fail. Fucking uni.
But yeah this subject I shoulda gunned it, but stupid in class assessments…. didnt know u had to answer every fucking question… hahahaha (should be obvious but wasnt) oh who cares,.. as long as I pass im stoked. Man coming from a veteran a+ student, saying that I’d be stoked if I pass is a google down grade man.. hahahaha fucking life…
Anyways… after exams rocked up at the tram stop and the fucking tram just came outta no where… fucking stoked again!
hahaha see when life is shit (like it has been this year…) the smallest minute details can make or break a day.
get home… and my cousin who flew back from NZ JUST for the JM concert tonight wants to go eat charcoal chicken, no one ever wants to eat that with me!! hahahaha

anyways this posts key msg?
Fucking exam was a waster of time…. if I could do it… having not studied at all, then any dog shit coulda got HD for it…