She's an easy lover....

Yes.. I stole it from the Phil Collins song... The 80's were good though weren't they? I know I was only born in 1989 but I watch VH1 so I know what I'm talking about.. barely... So yesterday I used my knowledge of the decade to lure someone (I happen to fancy) in my direction. At first I felt bad but then I got over it when it actually worked. Seconds later I was in rivetting conversation with my crush. It made me think about how we are often scared to use our talents to further ourselves usually because of what the people around us will think. "If I apply for GRASS Comm my friends will think I'm really eager" or the more common one "If I answer the question everyone will make that ghastly sound of Ooohhhs and ahhsss only used for goody-two shoes-es... in lectures". It's bad enough we get criticised for making mistakes but now we get criticised for being intelligent enough to answer questions in class, we get mocked for being correct??? It doesn't make sense! I say SHINE... Let them crit you, you know what you want out of life and if it involves lifting up your hand when the lecturer asks a question, the thrust your hand upwards as though you were reaching for Athens itself! And always remember that the academic day only lasts from 7.45am until 5.30pm, after that you reside in the solitude of your room where you can blast 80's music and no one will judge you. "She's an easy lover, la la la she's like no other, la la la..."

RUSH.. RUSH..

No.. It's not the Paula Abdul song.. I had rush-worthy day.. After waking up at 8.20 for my 8.40 lecture (my alarm went off at 4 am, then 7am.. then not at all..) I began my day with rushing.. As usual the only hygenic looking shower was taken so I was forced to wait until it was free - the other ones have questionable residue on their walls. I left my bed undone and walked briskly to my lecture because I refuse to run for anything and as a result was about five mins late. The lecturer talked, nobody listened and yet as everyone walked out at the end they complained about how much work this new course is. Once again I was late and wondered as I tired to squeeze my way out of the buliding so I could walk quickly to my next lecture, I pondered the method in which all students were brain washed at registration into moving like herded cattle out of lecture halls and how I was the only who managed not to fall victim...

From the girls who walk out catching up on the two hours they miss of their friends lives (30 mins, for lunches they don't sit together, 10 for when they go to shower, 10 for the toilet and a miscellaneous 100 mins for when they sleep or are in different lectures) to the boys who yell ''eeeeyyy'' to every male they come across.. I have one piece of advice! RUSH!!! Or at least step aside so I can...

With lectures over I went to the Radio Station to do my weeekly show which was rather dull due to my lack of focus... All that was left after that was to rush to lunch, rush back to the station for a bulletin. Later I am to prepare myself for an evening of meetings, compulsory lectures, a quick analysis of why I broke up with my ex and eventually sleep.. All the things that make my day so .. interesting? Tiring? Rushing? No no no.. rushing isn't a word... Rushed. They really should give us all personal planners in orintation week... But what do I know anyway..

Let the sunshine in!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today I was sitting in my lecture and worrying all about the gazzilion hand-ins I had to do before the end of the week.. Cheesy as it sounds I noticed the sun outside and imagined myself very far away from the lecture hall... I then wondered why happiness is associated with sunshine and whether the reason I believed it to be associated with happiness is because for years everyone tole me sunshine = happiness... Suppose everyone told you from a very young age that doing the runningman = happiness... Does that mean everyone instead of daydreaming of being by the beach in the sun would be daydreaming of being at the beah doing the running man... I hate the beach.. Ah well, what do I know anyway..