Archive for February, 2007
February 26 2007: The Time Is Now
Filed under Uni/Work with 2 Comments
Today is the first day back for students for the majority of universities around Australia.
You can hear public transport operators groaning already: “Oh no, not those smelly pot-smoking lazy university students again”.
You can hear the asphalt on the freeways groaning under the weight of the souped-up Audis and Beemers driven by the wealthy international students that come flooding back into the country.
You can hear dollars zipping out of bank accounts as people buy four sets of $100 textbooks.
You can smell the coffee grounds from a kilometre away as students struggle to stay awake, boosted only by the caffeinated energy offered by double espresso shots.
You can see the retail and hospitality industry going under as their holiday workforce depletes and students quit their jobs.
You can feel the tension in the air as the consistently HD students strive to gain their lecturer’s trust in the first lecture of the year.
And amidst this riot…I don’t start till tomorrow because I have Mondays and Fridays off this semester. Hah! Four day weekend…every weekend!
February 25 2007: Shopaholic
Filed under Fashion & Money with 9 Comments
“Hi, I’m Amanda and I’m a shopaholic.”
“Hi Amanda”.
“Since I first started earning my own money at the age of fourteen, I’ve been unable to prevent myself from impulsive shopping.”
*murmurs of acknowledgement*
“The allure of a fifty percent off sign is too much for me in a store. It’s as though Becky Bloomwood takes over my body.”
*pause*
“Today I went shopping and bought an M-One-11 denim miniskirt for $17.50…but I had to have it, it had originally been $69.95.”
*silence*
“And I also bought an electric blue slogan T-shirt with ‘My boyfriend’s on holiday’ plastered across my chest.”
*shock*
“But as God is my witness, this shall be my last purchase this month! I shall be a reformed shopper!”
*wild applause*
February 24 2007: MEG
Filed under Family & Media & Men with 4 Comments
My brother and I have this thing where he names male celebrities, and I have to say “yay” or “nay” to them. Recently this game has changed, to where the “nay” is occasionally replaced with a “OMFG, he’s way too MEG for me!”, where MEG is an acronym for Married, Engaged, or Girlfriend.
Because if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s a homewrecker. I think cheating is pretty much the most despicable thing to do to someone…at least have the courtesy to break up with them first. Right? Right.