Okay I don’t know why but I have sharp painful aches coming from my pelvis. I’m about to retire to bed but not before I share my musings for the day. This Sunday morning I went to church for the first time this year. I used to be a super religious conservative little girl before university. I lost touch with the church during university and especially during my exchange year. I know it’s not really the “cool” thing these days to say you are religious but I have to admit I do definitely believe in God, I don’t think that’s a ridicules assertion. However I’m not really into the whole blind faith thing. The problem I guess I have with Christianity is that they say the only way to get to “Heaven” is through Jesus, yet not everybody has grown up with Jesus as their Saviour so hmm. Furthermore there’s a lot of hypocrisy, sexism, homophobia within the Church which I do not at all support. Furthermore there seems to be a high correlation between those that are intellectual and atheist which I can’t ignore. ( maybe they are on to something) The point is I’m not relying on blind faith anymore I will do what I think is correct with my moral compass. Whenever identify feelings/emotions that are negative I do my best to rid them, and when I feel love and happy I will do my best to embrace such feelings.
Anyway the church oh my gosh it was super intense. Like people raising their hands, people kept saying ‘amen,’ and the pastor was very intensely preaching. But as uncomfortable as I was after the service I felt good and at peace.
After that I spent like the whole day studying monetary economics as I have a tutorial tomorrow and I forgot to watch two lectures. I then spent time with Jaida, I washed her and took her for a walk.
I also called work and I’m so excited because I can cover two shifts this week so I can start saving for Copenhagen. To be honest I’m a bit scared about moving to Denmark. I mean I guess it’s only for two years but still two years is a long time. But I guess I’m apprehensive because I know this time I am going to have a completely different experience. My year in Denmark was probably the best so far in my life so it’s hard to imagine this the Second Coming will be able to compare.
Okay so I’m trying to adhere to this whole 500 word a day thing. I really don’t know why I find it such a chore, I mean blogging is supposed is supposed to be super fun. I have a million thoughts a day I don’t know why the time when I nestle in front a my laptop I always would rather creep on my friends then try to blast out 500 words. Anyway enough bitchin.’ Let’s do this.
Today I woke up at around 7 10am which is a bit late to start my day. I’m starting to shower in the morning ( I never used to do that) just become more F-R-E-S-H in the morning. I’m also trying to mediate for at least 10 minutes everyday. In reality I only “mediate” for like 2 minutes and it’s more me awkwardly sitting on the floor trying to breath in all the ‘love,’ ‘patience’ and ‘ gratitude’ all around me.
I then eat breakfast in a hurry and take my lunch which my mum still makes for me and catch the train and bus to uni. I’m trying to make my last 6 months in Perth a mixture of fun, study, work and general self-development. There’s a lot of things I need to do in order to prepare for life living by myself abroad.
1. I need to learn how to cook. You don’t go out to eat in Denmark. McDonalds is like $20. There are barely no cheap eat Asian food outlets. My plan is to learn how to cook by a) cooking at home once a week b) cooking with my mum once a week c) baking every Sunday or Monday some kind of baked good to take to university
2. Save money. I want to save at least 15k for Denmark. I don’t want to rely on my parents and although I can work in Denmark it’s not always the easiest place to get a job. I will do this by a) not waste money by going out to mediocre Perth restaurants b) brunch club- a conceptual state of mind where my friends and I gather at each others house and make really good food and at the same time spend time with each other c) having savings quotas
3. Spend time with friends a) Make sure I see at least 1 friend everyday b) Organize “Hangout” at least 4 times a week b) call friends when in public transport/free
I will continue this list later.
China kinda sucks for me at the moment. I’m stuck for 24 hours in a C Class hotel that has no internet, no food, no day tours to the Great Wall and literally nothing around it. My itunes won’t even work so I can’t even listen to my shitty 2013 part playlist and I left my book on the plane. I can’t watch the lectures I’m behind in because yeah no Internet. Sorry for the whiney post but I’m soooooooooo bored. There’s six hours until my flight and another what 12 hours of flying with the same Matt Damon movies and Kelly Clarkson. I’ve already had 3 showers, I’ll probably have another shower and then try convince the hotel staff to organize my shuttle bus three hours early coz at least there’s shops and shit at the airport. Uhh and my mum probably thinks I’m dead because I haven’t emailed her. What I’m currently doing is listening to “ All of the Lights” by Kanye West because it’s the only song I can seem to really play
I haven’t written much today at all. On the US leg of my trip I kind of have had a lot of time to myself. A lot of time to reflect, and think about things I don’t really want to think about. I kind of want to be so busy and surrounded by love and positive, interesting people that I don’t have time to think about the negative aspects of my life.
New York is an amazing city but to be honest I think it’s kind of overrated. I feel a bit sad for saying that because ‘ Empire State of Mind’ makes New York seem like the best place in the world – ‘what dreams are made off.’ I think people are too busy, hustling and bustling to really enjoy their dreams.
I love travelling but I realized I don’t like to do it by myself. So I need to go home, hug my dog and find some friends for the next trip!
So I arrived in DC at like 7pm in the evening. After a pricey salad I set off to meet Brandon and Ryan at a sports bar called the ‘Sign of the Whale.’ There was a college basketball game Syracuse Vs Duke. Later we went to what I can only describe as a college throwback party. Everyone was a working professional but there was this ice shot thing, Flipcup and Haircuts. The only black guy at the party told me in a quite matter-of-fact tone that ‘this is how white people party.’
After the party we got Mickey Ds. Then watched more sports and then retired to bed. In the morning I tried the infamous American chicken waffles. You don’t think waffles, maple syrup and fried chicken would work but it surprisingly works.
We’re at home now, watching sports and the Chappelle show. I feel a bit sluggish and gross. I keep thinking that I should get around to doing some exercise. American food sure ain’t the healthiest.
After this short blog post I’m going to read those articles to extend my learning and then finally check out some tips on WordPress.
Okay so I’ve been a bit slack with the whole blogging thing so here we go. Friday I had my first ‘Techniques of Visualization’ workshop. It was super fun working Photoshop and AutoCAD but I have to admit I was pretty shit at it. It’s fun learning such tangible skills because to be honest I don’t feel I have learnt that much in the four years I’ve been at Business School. I’m also doing a programming unit which is fun too ( even though I don’t know what’s going on)
Friday evening I went to an ‘Under the Sea’ themed housewarming which was pretty cool. I made a poor effort with my costume- I just dressed in blue. My mother asked me to change my shorts because apparently they were too short. I just gave the typically “ Fuck off mum” and annoying “noooooo” response. Not worrying about my parent’s judgment will be probably one of the best things about moving out.
I’m trying super hard to be more mature and ‘adult-like.’ I’ve started driving places which is both awesome and oh so scary. I’ve tried not to be too whinny with my parents. I’ve tried to do mature things like learn how to cook and not dress like a hobo.
I’m pretty tired so I’m going to pop off to bed. Tomorrow which is Sunday 9th March. I have to do a whole bunch of shit.
1. Go to church.( I’m really excited)
2. Mark all my tut work and submit online on CS Marks
3. Think of a concept for my design project
4. Prepare for monetary economics tut
5. Baking with Zain Awan
6. Fill out my diary
7. Look for housing at CBS (dorms)
Peace out people
I tried to be funny/motivational to my students in STAT1520 but relaying one of my favourite quotes ” Pain is temporary GPA is forever” got some awkward laughs. URGH I’m one of those tutors now…
Holy fucking shit, holy shit. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!!!! I cannot believe it. I got a scholarship ( Full tuition and stipend ) to Copenhagen Business School. This was the university I went for my exchange year. Right now I’m on a flight to China and uhh it’s probably the longest flight I’ve been on but mentally and literally. It’s a 14 hour flight. I’m kind of sick of watching Matt Damon movies and listening to Kelly Clarkson’s greatest hits. Furthermore my polyester clothes are gathering sweat. I’m so fricken hot. I don’t understand this because it’s minus 56 degrees Celsius and planes are notorious for being super cold.
All I want to do is get back to Perth or at least have Wifi so I can contact my people. I just actually can’t believe it! I got an email from the Graduate’s Admissions office whilst I was packing the last of my things. I remember butterflies in my stomach as I opened the letter. After briefly telling a few friends via ‘ I have noone to eat lunch with so I sleep in the library’ and also taking an Instagram photo of my scholarship letter I packed the rest of the things and headed to JFK.
I guess the worst thing about thing about this is that I can’t exactly share my excitement with anyone! Facebook shamefully is my main device of communication so like it’s going to be at least 48 hours, TWO days until I can talk about this with people. Hopefully my mum This actually sucks because I’m a notorious over thinker and I just need people I know to talk about this with.
So I’m on a bus back to New York. My trip to DC was fun. It was fantastic seeing Ryan and Brandon again after such a long, long time. I met Ryan and Brandon in Copenhagen whilst I was on exchange. We lived together in Fredriskberg at Holger Danske Vej. They are really great blokes and it was really nice to see them all grown up! It was funny reminiscing on the times where Brandon and I used to dnm and how he would teach me all sorts of things. I was I think the youngest of all the students by a couple years.
Brandon and Ryan truly live the bachelor lifestyle. They apartment is filled with all sorts of guy crap. Empty alcohol bottles, beer coasters, huge flags of their favourite teams and movies posters. Either ESPN or Chappelle show was playing in the background.
In the evening we made soft –shell tacos and watched Harry Potter ( Brandon knew I didn’t really like watching sports commentary) and then they watched the Walking Dead whilst I mindlessly Facebooked and surfed the Internet. I’ve been pretty lazy about applying for jobs/ working on my website.
To be honest I find the stuffy interior of most homes too consuming to be able to work effectively. There’s something about that big, lumpy sofa, tv blaring in the background, the comfortableness your bed and soft blankets that just makes me oh so dozy. I think everyday for like at least 1 hour when I get back to Perth I’m going to devote that time to writing applications, actually doing my website and getting off my butt.
I have a week left of travels before I finally can get home to real life. I woke up to a multitude of Facebook status about young, hot and optimistic freshers. I start to remember how stressful uni is actually going to be. I can’t believe 3 months of vacation have flown by. In this time I watched the whole series of Breaking Bad, watched the rest of Sex and the City- saw Carrie stuff it with the man of everyone’s dreams but get whisked away in Paris by giant douch-commitment-phobe Big, I went to Bali for a week-a-away getaway. Had enormously fun Perth times- beaching it, writing-club it, café times, so many movie nights. I worked occasionally to pay the bills. I spent Christmas with my parents and sister, New Years at hipster central, then went to Sydney to hang out with my sister, departed to LA and stayed with my mum’s super religious friends, then I went off to Colombia for I say a real, great and eye-opening time, then I went to New York to see my cousin after what 4 years.? I love travelling, I love exploring and I love meeting new people and trying new things but I can’t help but feel a bit lonely on the US leg of my trip. It’s hard to meet people because I’m not staying in hostels, and the people I do hang out with are always so busy.
New York is fun well I can see it being a fun city but for the most part I’ve been quite bored and lonely. This is because New Yorkers are busy. My cousin worked 90 hours last week and was barely in the city. Yesterday I quite excitedly rushed home to spend some quality time with my cousin to disappointedly discover that he had to meet co-workers for drinks and then work Saturday and Sunday and fly to Philly for most of the working week.
Thus instead of watching Girls in the hollows of my warm blankets I decided to go to DC to visit my good friends Ryan and Brandon. We were pals when I was on exchange first semester in Copenhagen. The bus is a 4 hour, somewhat squished and bumpy ride. It’s incredibly hard to make my 1000 word quota. I actually have to write a bit more because yesterday I think I only wrote 500 or something. But I’m happy enough to divulge that I’ve read two chapters of the book I’m reading. ( Enough to make up for today and yesterdays quota) and I think I’m well on my way to reading the 10 so-called articles I need to read to ’broaden my mind’.
I guess the topic of interest for me today was that Duke freshman who works in porn to pay for college. And just prostitution and sex work in general. For anyone who knows me I grew up in a pretty conservative environment, where you would awkwardly change channels whenever sex scenes would appear on television and my parents never, ever, ever talked about about the ‘ birds and the bees’ with me. In fact my sexual repression in my early years unfolded some kind of disgustingly naïve curiosity. I remember having to ask what words such as ‘cum,’’cunt’ and ‘wanker’ were to my school friends. I got teased affectionately for my innocence. I still am teased and only now as a single, more broken and hardened young woman can is this source of charm starting to annoy me. I don’t know whether to congratulate or chastise my parents for my upbringing . Yes I do have that youthful optimism and innocence that strangers over beers tell me gold and that I should not ever change but then again people are not always the nicest ( apparently so) and it’s easy to take advantage of girls and their naivety.