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In the past I would breathe a sign of relief, 'TGIF', but since uni started that hasn't been the case. Having a 9am lecture then a three hour break before a marathon three hour tute I've been dreading Fridays ever since (Friday afternoons a different story). I attended my lecture and after that I went to do some work which was going to be due in the tute. However, after eating lunch and coming to the conclusion that I wouldn't be doing anything productive in it, I skipped it. To drink. No, I'm not a drunkard, I needed photos for my assignment. Anton wanted to eat at Star Bar. So we went.
 Anton's lunch.  My lunch.  V decided to get a spaghetti she later regretted. Easy V don't come for free is happy. Cleaning my lipbrush on a serviette.  I don't even know.   Anton had to leave for her tute so V and I hung around Pitt St.  We found the DJ section in the new JB HiFi and had a play. Even though I had no idea what I was doing.
I had made plans with Jane to eat at Moo (best chips ever. Better than Lord of the Fries) in Newtown. Originally we were going to go to the cinema but she had too much work. That was until we decided that we were going to Circular Quay and the Rocks to check out Vivid.  Her burger.  My burger. I was a little too close for my lens to focus haha. Condiments! Condiment guardian!  Jane's a legit doctor with a stethoscope yo.  Lights 

(better) late (than never)

You know you're getting old when one of your youngest friends is finally 18. Last week was Vivyan's birthday but instead of giving her presents, my friends gave me my present. I did take a few photos but they're not very good (err... like the rest of my photos haha). We went to eat at Blackbird Café in Darling Harbour. I must say, I got so confused seeing the waiters and waitresses in their black and yellow uniforms, reminiscent of TweetDeck's logo. They even had a bird ffs. That being said, I didn't tweet that much during the dinner (I have awful table manners). After dindin we went over to Docks Bar then Albion Place Hotel.
 Tired Tiff takes time off. I received a Pac-Man Moleskine set and a Danish dessert cookbook. 'we are a small country, we gotta pimp ourselves out.'

It's Winter. All I want to do is watch this drink tea and watch this film over and over again. I recently found a download to the second disc which I didn't even know existed. It has all the instrumental songs plus alternate versions to the songs already on the OST. There's one track which I'm particularly fond of (this is saying a lot because I'm pretty sure the Les chansons d'amour soundtrack is one of the most played albums on my iTunes) and it's the theme song, creatively named 'Générique'. Whenever I start watching the film and hear the first few notes of the theme song I get a comforting wave of nostalgia and melancholy. The song starts at 1:32 in the video above. It's actually 'Au Parc' sung by Chiara Mastroianni but it's the same song. There are only a few weeks of first semester left and as much as I'd love for this semester to be over already I'm not looking forward through them trying to complete my assignments. I've been rostered to work on both days of the weekend - that's when I usually get my work done so I'm kind of shitting myself. Tonight was one of the rare nights I actually sat in front of the television watching something. Usually I stream tv serials online or download them because I can never be bothered to leave my room and Australian television is always a few weeks (even a season) behind. There was this 'report' on the 7PM Project about MS and they listed a few symptoms, one being 'constant fatigue'. Now, I'm pretty sure I don't have any neurological disorder but sometimes I wish I had an excuse to explain why I'm always so tired. I know I'm lazy but laziness doesn't explain why I'm always exhausted. I wake up for uni and by the time I get back home I'm ready to sleep (wake me up when winter ends, eh?). It leaves hardly any time for me to do my homework because 1 - I need time to psyche myself into starting and 2 - I'm just too tired. I spend my two days off sleeping past midday. No Jane, this doesn't make me a slob - I work better at night. I wish the Doctor wasn't a fictional character and I was one of the lucky few to be one of his companions just so I can skip to a better point in my life. Whoops, that was about as dramatic as Cristiano Ronaldo falling on the field, clutching his knee with an obviously feigned expression of ~pain~. What I'm trying to say is 'I would like to wake up refreshed and be somewhat pleased with my life at any one time'. That last paragraph was a poor excuse as to why I haven't been updating, but really, bar a couple of my closest friends, no one reads this blog. I haven't taken many photos because I've done nothing but go to uni, work, sleep and eat. As I said before, I tire out easily (go read my last post about introversion. EVERYTHING EXHAUSTS ME) so even updating The People Repeller has become a chore, despite starting it for fun. Don't get me wrong, I have ideas (a whole page of them) but I just haven't written them. Writing's hard, especially when you're sharing a blog with two others who have much superior English skills to your own.

I was linked by Jane to this page on introverts. All ten points are applicable to me.

Then I came across this line: If the science behind the book is correct, it turns out that Introverts are people who are over-sensitive to Dopamine, so too much external stimulation overdoses and exhausts them I WAS RIGHT. BEING NICE IS EXHAUSTING.

I think I'll just copy and paste everything. This can be a 'getting to know me' post.

sick

Yesterday was pretty shite-tacular. NB: I'm always sick. Sick of self, sick of people, sick of life. I skipped both my lecture and tute yesterday and hung with V in Fisher library. By 'hung' I meant I did my assignment and she slept. I got judged by USyd students when they saw the UTS logo on my assignment brief.

LOOK WHAT I FOUND.

A HAT AND A PAIR OF GLOVES. WINTER, COME AT ME.

eta:

Agger is always relevant.

I like the look of you moving easily in the street, stopping to notice the clouds, the flowers, the cut price clothes in the store window. Eyes slipping stealthily sideways to catch your own image in the windows as you pass to make sure you look as good as you feel. I noticed you yesterday too, and a time or two before that. But then I was in haste doing my own thing and you just flashed into my mind a vision looking good. But today you look good and available.

Bobbi Sykes.

inactive observation

First day of design camp today. My alarm went off at 6:59, I got up at 7:14, way too early considering I've woken up at noon for the past fortnight. I got to Cockatoo Island half an hour late, but saved myself from listening to some tedious and theoretical introduction on design, probably. After five hours of doing pointless shit I was about to leave at 3:40 but just missed the ferry after signing out which resulted in a group of us waiting for an hour for the next ferry.

Being nice is exhausting. I fell asleep on the train (as I do most of the time).

In order to avoid seeing people from uni on the platform at Circular Quay, E and I decided to take a bus to Town Hall. That plan fell through because a) I'm hopeless with buses, b) we didn't know which bus to catch and c) when we found a bus to catch we realised that it was peak hour and it'd be more time-efficient just to walk. Saw some people from uni - another failed plan. I realised by the time we were at Wynard that I could catch a train from Martin Place because it's on the Illawarra line and it'd save me from walking. However, some guy rocking a grey skinny suit (with a leather satchel with an umbrella tucked under the flap) had an even better idea - mini skateboard. What a BAMF. BAMF spotting should be my second job.

Through my active observation I've come to realise how oblivious people are to the people around them. It seems as though people who dress similarly always find a way to each other (I'm a design student, I'm allowed to be shallow). So many girls in design dress like the typical whimsy tumblr girl we're all sick to death of - floaty dresses, large knit cardigans, ripped stockings and Doc Marten's. I doubt I would've noticed if they didn't all congregate together but the fact that they do makes it pretty obvious. It may be a stretch, but I'm hypothesising that when these people see each other they think to themselves'I like the [crappy] way she dresses - she looks like me therefore, she must have something interesting to say'. Now that we're in the second half of the semester, everyone's found their own group. It's kind of sickening to think that these people, adults, are still as cliquey as teenage girls. No, I don't put myself out there, I don't talk to people out of the blue and no, your clothes are pretty fucking terrible, but that doesn't mean that you should leave a 10m radius around me BECAUSE THAT'S DISCRIMINATION.


That was another poorly flowing mass of words and spaces brought to you by my inability to express myself. #coollife