So I was an idiot on Saturday morning and decided to clean out the surplus amount of wax I had in my ear, but stuck the Q-tip (cotton swab? Swab with a cotton tip? Cotton bud? Whatever) in too far. Go my perforated ear drum, boo yah. I went to see a doctor this morning about it and she said it should heal in a week or two. I panicked on Saturday, since it was the day of the State Championships (see the result, sans the evil facial expression of my friend - we were betting on the fact that he would win and if that had happened, he would’ve owed me a packet of crisps and a two dollar coin) and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to hear the musician properly. But all turned out alright! …apart from the fact that I had a perforated eardrum, damnit.
This isn’t the first time that I’ve been subject to temporary conductive hearing loss - this same thing happened at some point during December last year and it worked out perfectly well. The upside to all of this? I’m getting better (and longer) nights of sleep than I’ve had in a long time. I’d hope for this more often, but it would involve repeated tearings of my eardrum and that just isn’t happening.
On a tangent: the Olympics are over! (Yeah, you saw it right here folks, yet another person is posting about this!) I was cavorting around my living room like a mad thing when the Closing Ceremony came to a close; I’m fairly sure I woke up my neighbours when I repeatedly shrieked “NORMAL TELEVISION!” to nobody in particular. Don’t get me wrong - I selectively watched the events I liked (diving, artistic gymnatics, pole vault, swimming and cycling), but other than that, the furore (especially in the area where I reside, as it’s filled to bursting with Chinese and like-minded fanatics) gave me a headache and a half.
My university decided to overreact and put up posters and campaigns for it - you couldn’t sit in a seat and turn around on your arse without seeing “2008 Beijing Olympic Games” staring at you from one wall or another. I mean, okay, you’re excited - we get this. But this isn’t Beijing, and the Sydney Olympics were eight (count it, eight) years ago - if it was the Sydney Olympics, maybe it would make a little more sense. If I go back to uni tomorrow for another week of shiny posters and random members of faculties talking about the excitement of the 2008 Olympics, I’m going to the Vice-Chancellor’s office to bust a cap in her ass.
Right, that’s done. Now if you’ll all excuse me, I’m going to procrastinate my two essay plans that are due tomorrow (for which I’ve done no research, reading or work, of course!) and go and watch Oprah whilst half-deaf. Lovely.
Posted on August 25th, 2008 | Filed under Fun, Life, Rants, Work & Uni |
Holy mother of pearl it’s been a month since I last blogged. I’d say my life is mundane, but a lot of shit has happened over the last four to five weeks and now I finally have the time to sit down and write a longass entry about all of it. Maybe I’ll have time to flesh out a new layout, but not too hopeful on that at the moment.
I turned eighteen back on May 26 and the very first thing I did out of the house that day was buy alcohol. Seven hours later, a mildly tipsy ol’ me was dragged into an English lecture whereupon I fell asleep and conked my nose on the bloody desk. That weekend I went out and voraciously attacked the gayest street in Sydney - without a certain somebody who was in bed when I called her at 1AM and told her I wasn’t planning to go home any time soon. What’s that thing called again? Oh yeah…planning…maybe I should be slightly more efficient at that.
Absence of e-cup boobies set aside, it was a lovely night - I drank like a fish and ended up amusing myself in the humping of a telegraph pole and post office box close to the city harbour. The cab fare home was $72 (yeah, shoot me, anyone?), but it was better than taking public transport at half past three in the morning. All in all - a fun night.
I came out to my father two or so weeks back. Let’s re-enact the circumstance, shall we? You can portray me, and I’ll portray my twat of a father:
Setting: Driving home from dance class one Thursday. Grim conversation has ensued.
You: Well, I’m not heterosexual.
Me: What do you mean?
You: I’m gay.
Me: What do you mean?
You: … [significant pause] I’m ho. mo. sexual.
Me: Get out of the car. Out.
You [getting out of the car]: Fine.
Cue the physical fight once I got home, and me thinking (nay, knowing) that it was possibly the most stupid, random, idiotic decision of my life. But at least it’s out in the open. Even if he’s being a bitter ass about it. Conservative military-background Vietnamese fathers are full of fail. He hasn’t worked for the past six months and now says he will no longer support me after this coming weekend - he’s getting me that laptop and mp3 he’d promised since 2004, then I’m going to get a job if I want to stay under this roof. And since my relatives are all jam-packed and whatnot, I’m going to have to get a job. Hurrah, financial independence. Hello world, how are you? My father is a twat. But never fear, determination is here!
My first semester of university finished two weeks ago, and my exams finished last Friday. The next five and a half weeks will be spent sleeping when my insomnia hasn’t kicked in, cursing my insomnia when it’s 7AM and I can’t sleep, sending out a CV anywhere and everywhere and crossing my fingers that some place will hire me, and bumming around the house cursing men down to the day they were born (recently was in a relationship with somebody, but then things crumbled because he couldn’t juggle myself and academics, the twit - but more on that later, when I feel more in a “Hi, I’m feeling emo, I’m going to rant about the break-up” mood. Don’t get your hopes up, though…).
So, I’m back, kids! Cover your eyes.
Posted on June 19th, 2008 | Filed under Family & Friends, Fun, General, Work & Uni |
