Catch it!
Daylight savings time appears to have wrong footed me. Somehow, despite getting everything right yesterday, I managed to follow a wrong clock today (it was either my beside clock, or the clock on my eMac, I'll be holding an enquiry when I get home), and walked into my tute to be greeted by the Phantom of the University-esque AV guy busily shifting a television out of the room.
TS: "Ahhh, what's happening here?"
AVG: "Excuse me."
I'd prefer it if he'd shot back with something like, 'night time, sharpens, heightens each sen-sa-tioonnn." But alas, I have to work all the tricks myself when it comes to turning university life into a pliable, enjoyable written form.
With my spare hour I decided to grab some coffee and food, and was afforded the sort of gift wrapped blog fodder you can only dream about when four (presumably nursing) students huddled around next to me to sip away at their morning coffees.
I try to keep the 'listen to what this dickhead next to me said' recollections to a minimum on here, but their comments, coupled with their efforts to fight the tide of tracksuit pants that is sweeping the uni as Melbourne turns the switch to 'cold' makes them worthy of inclusion.
While the rest of the university succumbs to bad fashion, as the freezing Week 6 blues envelop the university, these four were fighting it back with low cut tops, high heels, and what was either terrible fake tan, or many hours spend in a solarium - either way, the result was disastrously out of place and orange.
Across coffee, and to the cooing oohhs and ahhs of her audience, the mother hen discussed her pending trip to Spain, her brother's return from Italy, and the way in which she drinks coffee really quickly when she is 'having coffee with men.'
Hen: "When I was working in the city, the head photographer used to take me out for coffee all the time, and I would like drink so much coffee. And he would like tell me about his sex life and stuff, tell me he had photos and everything."
Chorus: "Coo. Ooh. Ahh."
Hen: "And at the end he would always pay for the coffee, and I'd be all unsure about whether I should have coffee with him, if it was for the right reasons. But he'd pay again next time as well."
Prior to this they talked about how much they hated Lee Harding, but the mother hen added glibly that 'I liked that Wasabi song.' At this point, another of them joined from a second pack that had formed and piped up, 'did you say you liked that Wasabi song?'
Chorus: 'WASABI! TSUNAMI!'
Eventually I had to go, although now I'm wondering if I might have caught dumb off them. Is that possible?
TS: "Ahhh, what's happening here?"
AVG: "Excuse me."
I'd prefer it if he'd shot back with something like, 'night time, sharpens, heightens each sen-sa-tioonnn." But alas, I have to work all the tricks myself when it comes to turning university life into a pliable, enjoyable written form.
With my spare hour I decided to grab some coffee and food, and was afforded the sort of gift wrapped blog fodder you can only dream about when four (presumably nursing) students huddled around next to me to sip away at their morning coffees.
I try to keep the 'listen to what this dickhead next to me said' recollections to a minimum on here, but their comments, coupled with their efforts to fight the tide of tracksuit pants that is sweeping the uni as Melbourne turns the switch to 'cold' makes them worthy of inclusion.
While the rest of the university succumbs to bad fashion, as the freezing Week 6 blues envelop the university, these four were fighting it back with low cut tops, high heels, and what was either terrible fake tan, or many hours spend in a solarium - either way, the result was disastrously out of place and orange.
Across coffee, and to the cooing oohhs and ahhs of her audience, the mother hen discussed her pending trip to Spain, her brother's return from Italy, and the way in which she drinks coffee really quickly when she is 'having coffee with men.'
Hen: "When I was working in the city, the head photographer used to take me out for coffee all the time, and I would like drink so much coffee. And he would like tell me about his sex life and stuff, tell me he had photos and everything."
Chorus: "Coo. Ooh. Ahh."
Hen: "And at the end he would always pay for the coffee, and I'd be all unsure about whether I should have coffee with him, if it was for the right reasons. But he'd pay again next time as well."
Prior to this they talked about how much they hated Lee Harding, but the mother hen added glibly that 'I liked that Wasabi song.' At this point, another of them joined from a second pack that had formed and piped up, 'did you say you liked that Wasabi song?'
Chorus: 'WASABI! TSUNAMI!'
Eventually I had to go, although now I'm wondering if I might have caught dumb off them. Is that possible?
posted by The Student at 12:43 PM
6 Comments:
yes. it's catching. maintain extreme caution at all times.
Hell yes it is! I saw Lee Harding at Highpoint once....I'm not sure if I saw him actually but I think I caught a little stupid from the mob there to see him.
Note: I was NOT there to see Lee. I was merely shopping.
Okay reading back over this I am doing the one thing I kinda hate reading on other blogs, that is, bagging someone for their taste in music or clothes - but meh, these girls were rediculous.
Also, it was the clock on my bedside table, it's now an hour fast. Bastard.
And jenu, you so were there for Lee. I went to Highpoint for a Lego exhibition once.
Lego is awesome. We have the entire Paradisa (girl lego) range, and my mum even painted this massive board up with roads and rivers and grass and spots for each house. It also had an electric train going around the outside that went under a tunnel, and on top of the tunnel sat Fort Legorado. It was awesome.
But dumb is catching. Believe it. A night with my old high school friends and things are significantly dimmer in the cave that holds my brain. I look forward to posts about Shannon Noll's awesome talent and anticipating the arrival of BB06.
In the womens toilets last Wednesday I overheard some girls discussing what a lesbian that bitch in the the International Programs office was, because she wasn't going to let them do the six months study overseas in a) Sydney or b) Harvard. Unfortunately they left before i could see what they were wearing. I bet it was bad though.
He he lego rocks. I was a 'town' lego person though. Non of this paradiso stuff. My sister was into that. My boyfriend who is of a legal age (24) LOVES star wars lego. It is EVERYWHERE!!! on top of the tv, the bookshelves are empty of books and full of lego.
That train thing sounds cool though!
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