Laugh of the day

So I have now finished uni for the semester so I’m on the interweb a bit more than one should admit to.  Though in my travels I found this and thought that it was funny – kinda reminds me of a particular teacher I once had…

Back to it

So I haven’t blogged here in a while – I blame uni.  It also took its toll on my other blog, though I have made 5 or 6 posts over there in the past few weeks.  I’ve spent my time since uni classes finished doing, well, nothing really.

I cleaned out my wardrobe – didn’t throw much out (2 pairs of flats – one pair too old, one too small, 1 pair of football boots – seriously damaged, and 1 belt).  Though I just noticed my bag of stuff from my mid-year clean is still in my room.  A lot of other stuff went into a spacebag and into my deepest drawer with other clothes thrown on top.  I’m going shopping for new clothes tomorrow, and to be honest I wish I wasn’t.  I’m seriously overweight and I know once I settle into my new job I’ll find time to look after myself again.  However, I need to buy suits and should look at any future weight losses as the opportunity to buy new suits.  But the thought does not excite me.  Strange.

I finished my bottle of Burberry London about a year ago, and my current scent Chanel Chance perhaps has one month left of it… so I should start looking for a new everyday fragrance.  I could revert to Elizabeth Arden Beauty as I still have quite a bit left of it, but for a new job and a new phase in life I would like to start afresh.  Whilst I love DKNY, I am no longer sure that it suits my character for day to day wear.  Might wear it tomorrow when shopping and see how I feel with it.

Suits and fragrance… I don’t think I need to change anything else with the next phase – I like my fresh-faced barely there make-up and my current hair colour… I’m still trying to grow out my hair, so no severe chops for the moment.  I must be a nut-case for trying to separate ‘old’ and ‘new’ – perhaps the quarter-life crisis is rearing its ugly head again.

Oh.

I recently had a chat with Jeff (a lecturer at uni) who commented that my indecisiveness was typical of people like me. With some caution he elaborated that it was a female characteristic. I must have pulled a face as he tried to justify it with me being just like his wife as she can’t make a decisions.

I left that meeting a little annoyed at that comment and ended up making my mind over the next few days. That he seemed to have used a sample size of one was also of particular annoyance. Once I had put in my project preferences, I sat through a class that he was at – but held my tongue. I went to visit him after class to point out that I wasn’t that indecisive.

Following on with my quarter-life crisis and the general hunger I have to learn about new stuff (I purchased an introductory book to philosophy last week and one about the human relationship with water in a spiritual manner) I hung about the self-help section at the book shop. I was trying to find a particular book who’s title escaped me at the time (What colour is your parachute, or something like that) and came across a book aimed at people like me. 20-something females.

Apparently it is a female characteristic.

Oh.

So apologies to Jeff, I’ll value your analysis of my state of mind in the future, rather than let that feminist side of me kick in.

Aaaarrrgh

It’s almost 1am. Projects like what I’m working on are why I absolutely hate work. That being said, I’m a workaholic – perhaps why I find it so easy to keep working on things. Even while I’m at home.

I suspect being able to listen to any music I feel like helps. The easy search offered by playing music from a computer vs. scrolling through the iPod definitely has something to do with it.

Passion for fashion

What a corny title, haha.

I am now in my final of uni and will be a suit-wearer for at least the next few years. So I’ll need to go suit shopping. But there’s a small issue – I’m about 180cm tall. Sans shoes. So trousers are often short, and sometimes not even an option if I want to wear heels. It’s not that I have long legs – I am simply extended throughout – including the torso. I have a few dresses and jackets and if you look closely… my waist is below the waist line! Long arms are an issue too…

Clearly, the best way for me to dress would be skirts and short-sleeve tops – as separates. Not exactly what I like. I am going to have to learn to sew and start making my own clothes.

So here are a few courses that grabbed my attention:

• CAE – in the city, which would be excellent. I need to know the basics. I can stitch, knit, understand patterns and turn on a sewing machine. Have no idea how to use it… or how to line garments. I love lining…
• RMIT – They actually teach fashion design as a university course so I would ‘trust’ these guys the most. But being located in Brunswick puts them a little out of my way…
• Dragana Edwards – can teach the art of patternmaking. I love being an individual, so this would suit me to a T once I have the basics covered…

But first I need to finish uni… and so I’ll have to go through the pain of buying a couple of suits before I am able to make my own. Oh well – I’ll get there eventually.

Approaching the quarter-life crisis?

I’m currently 24. I’m not going to be 25 until next year… but I think I’m starting to hit the whole quarter-life crisis thing. Or I’m just maturing. I don’t know which, or even if they’re different.

I’ve been going through my old magazines… I tend to keep them for at least 12 months and go through them after that. I cut out and keep anything that takes my fancy (gorgeous clothes, cool haircuts, beautiful photos, etc.) and chuck the rest into recycling. I have a mix of Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Nylon, Cleo, Cosmopolitan, Marie Claire, Madison, In Style, etc.

I took my time going through most of them, but I flicked through one Cosmo or Cleo and just chucked the rest straight out. The mag’s full of trash! Whatever did I see in it? I think I only purchased them whenever I wanted to read a mag in public while in uni mode – i.e. jeans, trashy trainers and a t-shirt. Clearly Vogue would have seemed a bit odd.

Thankfully I have Frankie to keep me happy these days.

So I’m coming across to some thought-provoking articles in the old mags and I realise I haven’t actually given the past four months of Vogue, Frankie and Oyster (my current reading set) issues a proper read. The relationship ones make me think the most – probably because I get tired of people rather easily.

So I’m approaching my quarter-life and I’m wondering what on earth I’m going to do with the next 25 years. Who am I going to keep in touch with? Will I grow old gracefully? Will I survive growing old?

So far I’ve really done nothing – went to uni, will finish my degrees, a few achievements in sport.

But none of it really means anything.

Currently listening to: Santagold, L.E.S. Artistes

My 32 hour boss

Met my new boss at my Saturday job. She’s quite fun to work with, though I think it’s hilarious that she met me after I submitted my resignation. On a positive note she’s told me to give her a call if I need extra cash and want to go back. So I suspect I made a good impression. Always nice to leave and have the door open if I want. I don’t think I’ll be working with her again, so I wonder who else Saturday work will throw at me…

I’ve been cleaning up my room the past few days – the post-exams purge. Feels good. I threw out a MASSIVE bag of recycling yesterday (paper mainly – uni notes and drafts and what-not) and I have another bag coming up. This one full of receipts. It’s quite depressing to think how much money I’ve wasted the past number of years. Came across some funny receipts – such as one from Daimaru!

Currently listening to: The Ting Tings, Great DJ

All done

Well, all my exams are. No more exams for me! So naturally, I’m quite ecstatic, but I’m also surprisingly tired… perhaps just behind on sleep. I had plan to make it up last night/this morning, so I missed the Germany vs. Turkey match.

I spent yesterday afternoon eating and drinking with some of the engineering guys – they’re such a nice lot. Funny that, they’re all a few years younger than me but I don’t think they’re all that immature. They have their moments, but in the general scheme of things they’re a good bunch.

So I’ve caught up on this week’s episode of Australia’s Next Top Model… thanks to the wonderful world of YouTube. I still have some post-ANTM reading on Bland Canyon. I always find it funnier to read AFTER the episode, so I’ve been avoiding BC like the plague.

Currently listening to: Tori Amos, I Can’t See New York