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 |
Having spent the past five and a half weeks doing absolutely jackshit (no, really…I’ve done nothing productive whatsoever), I’m not willing to go back to uni. I may only have two days of it a week, but now I’m so used to staying up all night (insomnia, please drive off a cliff) and sleeping in until the late afternoon, that the entire prospect of a routine life that consists of more than being a sloth almost scares the shit out of me. And then I remember, hey, I’m 18, and I should be vibrant and excited about the university experience! AWESOME! *does a cheer*
Bullshit.
I’m having second thoughts about my course. I wish I’d chosen Journalism instead of Psychology and Education; the only reason I picked the latter was that it wasn’t 1.5 hours away by public transport (on the contrary - it’s ten minutes away) and I am, after all, the laziest ass you’ll meet within a 10-kilometre radius. I can always transfer to a different uni and a different degree (provided I maintain a certain GPA, the subjects line up, yadda yadda, and provided I can be arsed to socialise and whatnot), but…as I said before. Lazy ass. So while I sit here for weeks on end, not studying and cruising through uni life with a Distinction average, I’m plagued by thoughts of “Xuan…you’d be so much more content and adept at Journalism”.
So hello, I’m rather successful at mindfucking myself.
Briefly (ahahah…hah…) on the topic of university - I passed all of my first semester exams. I won’t screenshot the marks and everything (because that would require effort on my part, and I’m perfectly happy just to sit here and ramble ad nauseam), but I’ll just say that this entire deal reaffirms my previous theory - one shared by many, many alike souls: Bachelor of Arts is so. easy. to. bullshit. your. way. through. Joyous.
By the way - welcome, everybody, to the Centre of People Who Almost Died In The Duration Of World Youth Day Festivities. I head this committee of like-minded individuals who woke up every single morning last week to pilgrims on the corner of the street singing their asses off, took congested public transport wherein pilgrims were so irritating that they should have all been kept in a cage, and really couldn’t turn around on the spot without seeing the trademark red children’s backpack worn by half a million people across the greater metropolitan Sydney area. Please wipe your shoes, relax your vocal cords, and prepare to join in the festivities.
World Youth Day in Sydney last week was a primary reason behind my staying home (on most days) watching re-runs of Gilmore Girls on loop and eating so much ice cream that if I didn’t have my current metabolism, I probably would’ve packed on 40 kilograms. Don’t get me wrong - I’ve nothing against youth-oriented activities, but when you see grannies (hey…wait…what happened to the youth part?) from the world over taking 583763847 pictures of the same fucking building whilst blocking the way of everyday commuters in the city, you can’t help but wish they’d hosted it somewhere else. Boo.
Other than the fiasco last Tuesday (the one day I was out of the house), I found myself completely oblivious to the actual significance of the World Youth Day events. Pfft, a 400,000 person strong mass gathering for Mass (mass Mass?)? P’shaw. Famous musicians and religiously-affiliated bands playing concerts at all hours of the night while pilgrims stood in awe of the fact that Sydney harbour has a bridge that looks like a coat-hanger? Wut? Should I be glad I didn’t pay attention to anything that was going on outside of my house? Because, in retrospect, I’m quite glad.
I go back to uni (AHA! He returns to the uni talk once again…) in one week. I’m on campus Tuesdays (11:00AM-6:00PM) and Thursdays (9:00AM-1:00PM), and my non-uni time will be spent sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, going out with friends, not paying attention to any prospect of study, and drinking until I’m adept enough at walking in a squiggly, Z-like line. I look forward to it.
So tune in next time. I may actually update within the month!
Posted on July 23rd, 2008 | Filed under Food & Beverages, Life, Rants, Work & Uni |
