Fucking FUCK my life, FUCK.
*is having a bad...week*
Reform
You are a hypocrite. You are judgemental, superior and self-righteous. You are bitter and petty, saccharine and egotistical. You are my drug, and I’m done in rehab. You are my virus, tearing up my insides while I fight you out.
I am winning.
I am taking ownership of everything that was once yours. Music. My thoughts. What I can do and where I can go without guilt, without manipulation and double standards. My friends who you hated, who will outlive you. Every side of me you ever judged, every accomplishment you scoffed at while I put my pride away for a different day. Every facet of myself which was not good enough, not environmental enough, not activist enough, not bohemian enough, not cool enough.
I am reclaiming.
I have broken my three year cage of invisible wires. I am running, I am racing, I am stretching my wings, flying, soaring and plummeting. I am expanding. I am sunlight incarnate, and it is my dawn, and I resent the night for holding me back this long.
I am reforming.
I am living, I am loving, I am experiencing, enjoying and exhilarating. I am growth, I am change, I am wonder and delight.
I am better without you.
So $650 of my government stimulus went straight to...yeah. Lego.
Money well spent, I says. Instalment one of two! Starring... the VW Beetle!
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Observe 25 photos. One of which seems to be eliciting many comments on how OCD i am :P hmm...
So I get asked questions. I entitle the following: 'Liberalism, as exemplified by SKA bands'. I apologise, it's copied from MSN, but i've deleted extra lines where possible to make it more readable... I've also capitalised just for readability, but i'm not going to fix typos or errors.
Chris: Who are the liberals
Jen: 'liberal' means...open minded, accepting, widespread, sorta thing. Democrats are more liberal than republicans. It's the view that...everyone deserves a chance to succeed, and the means to - but that th epeople who excel should not be held back
Chris: So thats like tim and spencer
Jen: yeah
Chris: Noelle has a friend like that too. When she started doing shows she had a hard time getting started because it's hard to get people to listen to you when your half their size. So 2 of the local bands that had been around for a long time started helping out and whenever she had a problem they were like hey thats our hairball pissoff. So does that mean they're liberals
Jen: To an extent, yes. If you think of those two bands as 'the government', and noelle as just a regular person - it's like they're giving her a helping hand to get started. So then, if you imagine noelle becoming REALLY successful with a recording contract and everything - if they're liberals, they won't try to stop her, or punish her for being really successful.
Chris: Oh ok. Thats good then right ?
Jen: Exactly.
I have to admit, I love analogies. Similies, metaphors, anything that describes or shows something by using something else as an example. This gives me a kick on so many levels :PThank you. You really, really came through. ...thank you.
Because even if you don't find this, you still deserve thanks in more than one medium.
In a bewildering case, i've only just realised that i appear to have...LOST a book.
If i've lent any of you my copy of 'Alyzon Whitestarr' by Isobelle Carmody, and have forgotten - let me know?
(naturally, new and overseas flisters, this doesn't apply to you, however feel free to giggle at the fact that this book has been missing for AT LEAST six months to a year now - presuming on the fact that i haven't read it in at least that length of time - and i've only just realised it's not there)
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xtremeroswellia. Set your iPod/iTunes/Media Player to shuffle and answer the questions with the title of whatever song comes up. No cheating.
Except I cheated - i did this twice, and the second time, wrote the answers below, so i can choose.
I'm creating a friends filter for posting. The filter will include people who I believe read my journal - even if they may not be online to do it very often. This obviously includes those that comment frequently and people who are still very close friends of mine, but also people who I don't yet know well enough to be certain. I'm not going to write anyone off.
The main purpose of this is so that I can post more in depth things, more personal things, without worrying about who might be reading it who's on my friends list, but who I probably wouldn't tell normally. But also it stops my entries appearing on people's pages when they have minimal to no interest in reading them, and it hopefully generates a few more comments because they're more interesting entries, being read by people who are more interested. It works both ways, really.
It's the polite version of a friends-cull, to be honest, and as such I will of course end this with the statement: if you're not sure where you stand in this scheme of things and you're interested, send me an e-mail or post a comment. I'm not using this to get rid of as many people as possible, I'm not going to turn you down.
This is narcissism at its best. This is the belief that people even care that I'm doing this :-P which is of course an enormous assumption. That is all.
In other news, photo-post (finally) on the weekend! Watch this space.
Detailed story posts/photo posts *probably* to come (photo-post will, i dunno if i'll do a full full recap or not - if you want one, yell, and if i get enough yells i'll do one! Fair?) though georgia has half the photos (and i have half of hers, of course). I landed at 7.30 yesterday morning, finally crashed at 6.30 (i figure forcing myself onto normal sleep times straught away is good) plus an hour long nap at 3 which i'd actually set my alarm for to make it only 40 minutes, but then managed to sleep through the alarm too! Mum woke me up at 4.20 and i had to work out whether it was still *today* or not. Shame. Anyway, and woke up just then at 5.30.
Start work on monday at 9. Countdown.
So I'm off to Europe tomorrow. Returning again on January 18. Will be fun. Merry christmas to y'all and things like that. Don't miss me too much!
The stats are in:
This semester:
Psychology (yes, that's the actual subject name - broad, hey?) - 7 87%
Accountancy Capstone - 6 80%
Auditing - 5 72%
Human Sexuality (i had fun with electives this semester) - 5 72%
Official course GPA - 5.95
My own calculated GPA - 6.08 (this takes into account the fact that i did four subjects in a double degree which i got credit for, but which don't count towards my official course GPA because only the credit points transfer across, not the specific grades).
Points of note: I'm graduating with a technical GPA of above 6, which makes me happy.
I'm graduating with no 4 grades, which makes me VERY happy.
Graduation Ceremony details (registered and confirmed):
Thursday February 7 2008, 6.30 pm.
6.30, is of course, a misleading time, as I have to arrive TWO HOURS prior to commencement. This will most probably be the first time I take time-off from work, to get to my own bloody graduation :P. The ceremony is at QPAC, and i apparently have to enter via the stage door.
How on earth i'm meant to know where the stage door is hasn't seemed to occur to any of them :P.
Anyway, enough rambling, i'm just kinda proud/excited.
Now, yes, call me the ditziest Jen ever, but I actually DIDN'T see it coming. I fully thought i was just curling a ribbon on a random gift for one of the gift-bins. Turns out I curled the ribbon on my own present (and did a damn good job, haha). It's a really gorgeous pen ('every accountant needs a good one' according to Sharon) in silver and gold.
It's made me happy. I wasn't expecting anything at all, so I'm just sorta '*giant grin* wow...' type reaction.
...That is all.
Good things:
- coz it wasn't my fault, insurance is waiving the excess, meaning i pay nothing
- they're also looking after the claim details
- it could've been a lot worse, for my first car accident
- car is still driveable
Bad things:
- my back is uncomfortable. *sigh* it's a nuisance
- i have to drop in my car tomorrow to be assessed/fixed, and god knows how long it will take to get fixed. If it's longer than 7 days i get a courtesy car, but that's still 7 days without a car...
- everything is a nuisance *whinge* :-P
It was amusing - i went out around 2.30, and the accident happened at about 3.30, literally 2 blocks away from home as i was coming home - so i took her down to my mechanic just to make sure she was safe to drive and everything, he said yes, so i went home, and mum had come home in the meantime, and she had had a shitty day too, and she got home and was like '*grumble grumble* and jenny's not home and i've gotta go park in the street until she gets back etc etc' and was all ready to bitch to/at me -
then i get home in shock-tears going 'i just got rear-ended!'. she's like '...your day was worse *hugs*'
For a few months now i've been running on and off, and getting fitter, coz i could run longer without dying. For about the past maybe 2 months i haven't run, but instead i've done a weekly RPM (cycling) class, coz that tends to kill me in the cardio-sense much more, and it lasts for 45 minutes instead of 15-20 like my runs do.
Today i ran again.
After a minute's walking warm up, i started running (jogging, really, for the most part, but 'running' sounds cooler) - went for 7 minutes. I hit my first km at the 6:50 mark. 7 minutes, for those of you who are actually GOOD runners, is my longest run in one hit, and so yes, a big deal :P after that, walked a while, ran a while, walked a while, ran a while - none as long as the 7 minutes, but i did longer faster bits, in the 2nd and 3rd runs. Eventual result being i hit 2 km in just over 14 minutes, and at the 20 minute mark i was on about 2.7 or something - i hit 3 km in 20:30ish.
The stats are a little boring, i know, and depending on how fit you all are i'll probably get mixed reactions of 'wow' and '...so?' but i'll make my points:
+ all the other times i've run hard, i've come out near-about DEAD - feeling faint, or a little ill, or whatever, or near to collapse
+ this time i came off at the end of 23 minutes (walking warmdown) feeling GREAT, and ready to go, and raring for my PT session that i was going to next (boxing)
+ i actually DID my boxing PT session and felt great all through that as well
I think i'm fit. It's exciting and i'm currently on the biggest endorphin and sugar high (yay gatorade, i shouted myself one for being awesome) that you can imagine, hence the excited post :P
So, to follow on from last night's message of Waaaghs, I bring you photos of Liam, at age 22 hours.
Oh yeah, she says - top this.
formatting cannot possibly properly show the size of that 'waaagh'. I'm an aunt! Or as i prefer to put it, an uncle!
Liam Paul Freiberg, born at 7.38pm on 22 August 2007. Blonde, 7 pound 11 ounce. (Is it blond with no E if it's a boy, or is that just stupid american spelling?)
The bloody buggers had it planned out, and booked in - and never said a WORD. And I can't go see him until Friday arvo coz of uni and stuff.
Still!
WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Seasons of Scrubs watched - 1 (season 5)
Giant puffy jackets bought in op shops - 1 ($35, and warm enough to be somewhat hot in the blue mountains)
Days in the Blue Mountains - 3
Times my fingers went numb from cold in the mountains - countless
Girly screams from gayboys scared by dogs - 1 (but priceless, really, worth a million)
Giant gay-sandwich hugs - at least 3
Bones cracked in my back by crazy 'back-cracking' procedure that made me realise just how tight my back had been before - 10ish the first time, between 1 and 6 each time thereafter
Times suitcase was moved between sleeping-places (including arrival and departure) - 6
Giant squishy, fresh-baked, warm cookies, all in one sitting - 4
Post-cookie over-full eating comas - 1
Fat cats with no sense of dignity but an abundance of cuteness - 1
New CDs and DVDs - 5 (for $60)
Funny squeezy silicone breast-enhancers acquired for free - 2. Also two squidgy high-heeled shoe inserts (for mum) and one tub of hair-wax (just for fun, my hair's too long for wax)
Fights - 1...ish
Pearl teas - 1 (this will probably become a regular occurrence, though I'm still not sure how i feel about the pearls...)
Harry Pothead movies watched - 2 (including the new one)
Litres of water drunk on the plane home - 1
Time it took to get from plane to toilet when disembarking - 0.03 seconds, roughly
Pretty flowers given to me by pretty girls - 1
11 days, many ups and downs, and no real *rest* per se. Worked today, work tomorrow, rest for two days on the weekend (reading the new Harry Pothead book) and then back into uni.
Speaking of uni - timetable (for the none of you who care, really *laughs*):
Monday - 1-3
Thursday - in odd weeks, 11-12, 2-5, 6-8
- in even weeks, 2-5, 6-8
Friday - 10-1 (at Carseldine).
