Way to solve the problem of recounting multiple things: List It
08 Dec 2010 1 Comment
in Personal, Thinking aloud Tags: conspiracy theories, exciting life, human beans
Have you ever noticed that it’s kinda like the universe is trying to kill us? I’m not completely familiar with what cancer is and the current research going on it and everything, but to my knowledge, it’s not like we know much about it, or its causes — seems like cancer has always been there, and that it can be caused by virtually everything; like when you smoke, there’s a POSSIBILITY that you’ll get lung cancer, but at the same time, it’s not something that is definitely going to happen. And at the same time, women get breast cancer just because they have breasts. Huh. And yeah, again to my hazy knowledge, cancer was there even in the distant past — it’s just that people didn’t live long enough to be able to die of cancer, ’cause they’d die of their miserable circumstances or accidentally poisoning themselves on something they thought was good for them instead. Kind of makes you wonder… Simply put, it seems (at least to me) that the universe is trying to cause malignant growth inside us that makes us incredibly sick and, left untreated, makes us die.
Does that mean that we weren’t supposed to live in these circumstances in the first place? That we’re some alien race from some alien galaxy where it’s our natural habitat where we wouldn’t die so very easily because of these viruses and … cancer and stuff — would also make sense, seeing as at the moment the human population is just spreading uncontrollably on our whim and desire (ohhh, the pun, it hurts)… If we’d be any other race, like rabbits, someone would just say that there are no natural predators for us, and hence we’re fucking up all the ecological systems around us.
Kind of freaky, huh?
Buuuuuuut anyway, that’s a thought I just had this morning and it was way too long for twitter so I thought that I’d share it with you before making the confession that I’m a lazy bum (though to my defense, I HAVE been on a holiday for two weeks without internet, so even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t have posted on my blog; however, I could’ve easily written up a blogpost in one of my word-processing programs and then just posted it the second I came home, which is where my confession comes into play) and hence haven’t even been able to fulfill my promise of posting after my exams finished. Sorry! And since then, a LOT of stuff has happened, and I’m not sure that I’d even be able to coherently condense them into one blogpost if I tried to run it down in a logical sequence, and hence I thought that I’d just make a list of the most funny/interesting stuff that happened to me during these, um, three weeks or so:
Point of interest number one: I finished my exams, some of which went a lot worse than imagined (math exam 2, which had the application tasks and the multiple choice questions; on hindsight, I kind of hate that I didn’t spend more time on the multiple choice questions, instead staring blankly and hopelessly at the application tasks which made NO SENSE WHATSOEVER — the only condolence I have is that most people walked out of the room going “WHAT THE FUCK” and there’s a curve), and some… well, I’m pretty sure some went pretty well (every other subject, except maybe French, because I found it so incredibly difficult to care), but I don’t yet know HOW well. Now I’m just waiting for next monday and for the results…
That wait is actually pretty hilarious on its own, actually. Most of the time I’m just interested in finding out how I did, and it’s the sort of passive interest — someone reminds me of results or something, and I’m like “yeah, I’m really looking forward to it, too; it’ll be nice to know how well I did.” However, there are also times in which I might be doing something completely unrelated and often very relaxing or engaging in another manner, and I’ll just (figuratively) bolt upright, with my eyes wide and go “OH MY GOD RESULT IN A WEEK OR SO HOLY SHIT” and then I’ll be thinking about it for a while with my eyes still like plates, or something, until I finally settle down and go on with my life.
Frankly, I’m not very good with dealing with life-altering events while they are happening. They usually only hit me in the face afterward — so expect me to go “OH MY GOD I’M IN UNI” only half a year after admission and the beginning of my course.
Point of interest number two: So, after my exams finished, me and a constantly diminishing (seriously, it was quite depressing — it seemed like someone had to be informing us at all times that they weren’t going to be able to catch up with us while we were there) number of friends promptly packed our bags (more than one bag per person, though; I’m rather proud of my nine) and got parents to drive us up to a relatively nearby island with beaches and beach houses and stuff to abandon us there for two weeks. The final numbers were me and three guys (included in the number is my significant other) — you can only imagine how boyish I felt after coming home. I’m still trying to remind myself that I do, indeed, have a vagina.
Ahhem, but that’s beside the point. Regardless, though it may not seem like a good idea to abandon three guys and one girl at a beach house which is at least an hour and a half drive away from where our parents and families would be staying, especially in the presence of alcohol (it really does sound bad, doesn’t it? I only now realised… but my friends are a nice bunch and my special someone can be fierce if he wants to [I think... I've really never seen him be very fierce, though he talks about it constantly. Hum]), but as you can see from this post, I most definitely survived.
There were a few incidents during this trip though, and I shall now list (hoo, a list within a list; this is almost like Inception, guyz) of them:
- A friend of mine tried to kill a moth that was surely the size of a cat (seriously, there were like five of them inside the house at one point, and they all seemed so fat that they’d not even want to fly anywhere) with an umbrella. The next morning, we found one dead inside the kettle.
- We went to the beach and tried to bury ourselves in moist sand by our feet — with the aid of wriggling, of course.
- I discovered that drinking greater quantities of alcohol than just a bottle of cider over the course of an evening makes me feel incredibly heavy and tired, and it also makes my head buzz. Physically. My ears were ringing like nobody’s business — I couldn’t even hear what my significant other was saying to me!
- The boys went shirtless inside the house for many days, since it was so hot. I thought this was incredibly unfair, but my threats to go shirtless as well, or pantless, didn’t really seem to work.
- We made lots of messes and then cleaned them up.
- The boys cooked for themselves and for me. I didn’t really prepare any food at all during our stay… Such a failure as a stereotypical woman I am! Was that even grammatically correct? Ah well.
- The lack of vegetables and vitamins other than the ones present in red meat and bacon eventually caused my mouth to be full of painful ulcers and cuts. Well, not full of, but at least it was distinctly uncomfortable. This situation was rectified easily when I remembered the presence of a kilogram bag of frozen raspberries that I had insisted on bringing along… I had kind of forgotten that it was there!
- I have rediscovered my love for canned whipped cream. In coffee, on ice cream… in my m
outh~ I ate probably more canned whipped cream than I did… - Well, no, actually, I ate a lot of other things as well. I love bacon. I had forgotten how much I love bacon (otherthan the low fat crap my parents insist on buying, ugh). I could just talk about bacon until I look rabid because of the amount of saliva dripping down my chin.
- Can you see why I didn’t feel that womanly at all, now?
- I have since discovered that I have at least two pictures of my significant other’s behind on my camera from the first night of our stay. Right.
Of course, there was more, but since I’m a goldfish and I still harbor the false hope of some people being interested in me, I should probably try not to stretch this post too far past the 2000 word mark. It’s, uh, 1470 at the moment, but then again, it’s been that for at least a sentence now, so I can’t really trust the word counter thing at all.
So, I’ve been trying to look for a picture that would effectively summarise the time that I spent away from the internet and my blog and everything, but since most of the pictures I took on those two weeks contain mainly shirtless men and pictures of my friends, I could always do it with a picture of my flipflops (without my feet in them, sadly — also, Australia, I don’t care if flipflops in your slang are THONGS, because they are FLIPFOPS [I don't know if that's a compound word or not, though], and a THONG is UNDERWEAR) and a pseudo-wannabe-artistic one from the horizon on the beach when we went there at sunset:
Righty. So, results next monday, but before that, I hope to have something interesting to say (even if it includes conspiracy theories about how humans are some alien race somehow ended up on Earth) before that.
Love and pre-Christmas panic-craze to you all!
