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Another First Day of School – and I’m a cougar??

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Today started shortly after midnight.  (yeah yeah – I know.)  But you see I had gone to bed on time!  BEFORE midnight – for once!!!  But little good that did me because I was awoken shorty after the time when I should have turned into a pumpkin.  It was my toe.  Something bit me and my toe was burning.  Probably something that looked like this!

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And NoooOoooOooo this is not a wikipedia picture – I took this one all by myself – TODAY. :) I didn’t die (yeah yeah – I know) and I finally fell back asleep, only to be woken by a buzzing.  Bzzzz.  Killer spiders and now killer moths AGAIN!  Apparently announcing my woes last night in my blog resulted in their recurrence.  (Wait – Daisy – do moths actually buzz? – I don’t know – but what else could be buzzing in my ear in the middle of the pitch black night?  Don’t answer that – I may be less scared of moths than whatever your answer is.)

Ok so I was up and at it by 6:30 this morning and you can imagine just how chipper I was after a night of almost no sleep.  Superduperchipper.  Though my mood lightened a bit when I caught the early bus which ended up being slow; HOWEVER it was filled with hotties.  Superduperhotties.  Man oh man – if only I had understood that correct train/bus time is critical for superduperhottie stalking I could have filled up my name page with like 40 more boys!!!

My first class was through this door.

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Did I mention that I’ve switched from the Uni of Syd to the Ghetto Jungle?  I just hope they have hip hop inside.  Hip hop makes everything better.  :) No seriously – it makes everything better.  Even ice cream.  And pancakes.

Ok – that was weird.  Moving on!  I liked class number 1, I also liked class number 2 and I thoroughly enjoyed these local hang outs:

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I noticed a couple interesting things on campus today.

  1. My skirt was too short – but not as short as everyone else’s dresses and shorts.
  2. I look as young or younger than many of the undergraduate students.
  3. I’m about to turn 27 and there are 19-22 year old men/boys eying me.  I think this makes me a cougar?  Hmm … I suppose I’m ok with that.  FM’s GF and I discussed (outrageously!) that maybe to celebrate my entrance into the late twenties that I should date someone from every age between 19 to 26 before 2010.   That’s quite a lofty goal – 8 men in one year – but considering I went on 7 dates with 7 different men in only 6 days back in January 2009 (yes – it’s true) – I may be able to swing it.  ;) AGH!  I’m a shocka!!!  The only difficulty with this “aspiration” is that I still have a stupid crush on CC+4 even though I know I’m being ridiculous by still having it – and since I’ve decided to look for substance I just don’t see how I can look for substance AND date hot boys based on their age.  Darn it – there goes that fab idea out the window!
  4. Spicy Salmon rolls are NOT as good as Salmon and Avocado rolls.
  5. And if I swing it correctly – lunch time could become my new networking/social endeavor.

Ok so this post is already outrageously long!  So I’ll sum up the rest of the day with a couple pics:

First Day of School Picture – I’m not sure what I’m listening to – probably one of the kick-A songs that CC+4 sent.  The “Hot Thing” one was sweet – but “Pop the Glock” was even better.  There’s also a chance I was listening to some Meiko – I love her songs “Reasons to Love you” and “Piano Song.”

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What a crappy pic eh?  Oh well – on to the next.  First semester I met Bruce -  he is a kindred spirit and a life saver!!!!  Pic from Semester 1:

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Pic from semester 2: Bruce says I look younger … but I’m pretty sure my name isn’t Benjamin Button.

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It was amazing to catch up with Bruce – he is like a wise fortune teller.  Except he doesn’t predict the future.    He just has an uncanny knack for really understanding the HERE and NOW.

Next I saw the following sign – wteff?  and I learned another latin dance.

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So there you have it.  A VERY long day.  Very very long.  I didn’t get home until midnight and feel like I haven’t slept for days.  I am SOOOOOO crashing tomorrow – and maybe doing some reading on the beach.  Which btw – I have some great points to make on the book “How To Win Friends and Influence People” – so maybe I’ll get to that this week.  Oh and I haven’t forgotten – I need to post my cricket video!  YAY!!!

Does anyone else salsa dance?  How long did it take you to learn?  I seriously suck.

Bic is NOT a Venus Razor

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I SHOULD be too embarrassed to admit this. But should-ing yourself to death is no way to die. I want to go out in a blaze of glory where I COULD-ED myself to death because I actually believed I DID turn into a superhero and could do ANYTHING!! YAY!

I LUV the Venus razor. It’s great right? Right! Well the other day I was going to wear a skirt to a club and though I had shaved my legs that morning with my trusty Venus – I wanted a fresh shave for the night. I didn’t have time to run home so I stopped off at the store and bought the necessary ingredients for a Vegas shave (lotion and a razor.) It works like a charm!

Or at least it does with the Venus.

I was in a hurry and just grabbed a cheap-o disposable razor because my girlfriend said it works just as well in a bind.

Umm …

WRONG!!!

I bet you already see where this is going! Did you see about 40 trillion gajillion little pricks of blood all over my cut-up legs? If you did then you must be psychic! Congrats! That’s a cool superhero power. And I bet you also saw that I would NOT be wearing a skirt because of it either. A great way to save time right? I got to waste even MORE time changing clothes!!!

Life lesson? Don’t trust the people who tell you cheap-o disposable razors are ok in a bind. It’s not true.

And on a positive note I felt like a pre-teen again shaving my legs for the first time. Ah – such happy – terrible horrible very traumatic – memories.  Hooray for me!

Oh and I don’t know why but I feel the need to tell you I’m in love with the song “Day N Nite (Crookers Remix)” by Kid Cudi.

Summer School – Wahoo!

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Back in June and July 2008 I consistently complained about, bemoaned, and HATED on the University of Sydney.  Why?  Because their application process is the WORST!  Sure it’s easy to apply.  Just sign here, here and here and submit the application fee.  That’s the part they tell you.  What they don’t tell you is that from the point you’ve completed the application you should expect that it will be lost in the darkest, largest, deepest and probably creepiest black hole you could ever imagine.  Am I being dramatic?  I think not.

I was all pumped to take “Coaching in Organizations” for my summer school class.  I registered, applied for a prerequisite waiver, and waited.  Then when I never heard anything I called.  Then I called again.  And again.  And again.  I was ASSURED that the class I was SO EXCITED to take was all good and I was set to take it.  So I started doing packing preparations because I’m supposed to leave in a few days and then I thought – I better call one more time (as if the 15 trillion times before weren’t enough.)  Why did I call again?  Because nothing at the University of Sydney is ever easy and this process smelled kinda fishy.

THANK GOODNESS I CALLED AGAIN!!!!

My prerequisite waiver was NOT actually accepted.  Wait what?  But wait a minute – didn’t they say it was accepted last time I called?  It’s all good in a terribly horrible way.  I’m not surprised.  For some reason Aussie English and American English are completely incompatible and the language barrier is almost insurmountable.  ERR.

But on the bright side of the black hole (umm Daisy? Black holes don’t have any light) I am super duper lucky because now I get to take the lamest, suckiest (whatever spellcheck – underline away!  suckiest IS a word ;)) class EVER!!!  The class: Counterterrorism and Human Rights.  LAME!  Sooooo not what I wanted to take.  But it means I can postpone packing for a bit.

Maybe if I’m even luckier the class will be taught by another hippy anti-American convict.  And she can pick me out of the class every session like I’m in high school and ask me what I’m whispering about.  I’ll lie like I did every last session and say, “Oh sorry I just didn’t understand what was said.”  When REALLY I was whispering about “What the flip is she wearing today?  Seriously?  Two headbands that don’t match, five bangle bracelets, two shawls, one, two, three – I can’t count how many earings and oh no she didn’t – please tell me those are not white socks with those ugly black lace-up commando boots.”

Cross your fingers for me!