Anywho! Today was the very definition of how a good portion of the holidays should be spent: waking up at half past noon (and not on my own either; Ian and Pat had to drop by before I could be woken out of my slumber), then spending the day watching Scrubs, with a little bit of a break to watch wrestling thrown in for good measure. Then again, I said 'good portion' for a reason; today, I came to the conclusion that the best bumming-to-going out ratio for any given holiday week is 3:4. Ideal holiday week, starting with Monday (really, who follows the whole 'week starts with Sunday' convention?): bum on Monday and Tuesday, go shopping/malling/movies on Wednesday, go beach/movies/shopping at the City on Thursday, bum on Friday, spend half of Saturday bumming then go to Church at night, then spend Sunday either out with the family or out with peoples. Fun, yah?
In other news, quite a bit's happened since my last entry. The day after Australia Day was Celina's birthday party, which was interesting for a number of reasons. Firstly, everyone LOVED the jumping castle. Okay, so the idea of a jumping castle at an 18th birthday party sounds kinda lame, but when you think about it, it's actually pretty smart. It gives people a place to hang out, and it's PERFECT for keeping guys occupied for the whole duration of the party. Brilliant for girls 'cause it gives them time to hang out with their chick friends; brilliant for guys 'cause guys can really do a lot of stupid crap on a jumping castle. Like, doing wrestling moves on each other. And trying to master back/front flips. And generally causing havoc amongst the party-goers. Sigh, 'twas quite awesome. Wish my backyard was big enough to fit a jumping castle. Oh yeah, I managed to leave Celina's with my sobriety intact. This is in contrast to the way I left Grace's party the weekend before; this time I wasn't being mocked by paramedics for being an idiot.
Also, finally had a successful beach outing. We had another "we-didn't-go-to-the-beach-'cause-it-looked-like-it-was-gonna-rain-only-for-that-day-to-be-PERFECT" moment last week, but we made up for it by immediately re-scheduling for the the next day. Whew. The beach was fun, although I didn't get to swim as much as I wanted to. Oh, and there was a constant feeling of paranoia, thanks to the abundance of bluebottle jellyfish. After the beach, we decided to stay in the City and bum for a while, despite us being oh so tired from the beaching fun. It was worth it though, seeing as none of us who stayed behind really felt like going home yet; we had to leave the beach 'cause some people had curfews and such. So we bummed for a little while longer. Oh, and I got a new pair of Dunks. DEFINITELY worth it.
Oh, and I finally got an incredibly annoying burden off my back: I finally sorted out my University timetable! Hurrah! (Wow, it's like a smiley fell off the ugly tree and landed in fertile soil, where further ugly smiley-bearing trees sprouted. These ugly smileys then combined into one giant FUGLY smiley, not unlike the one that preceeded this sentence.) But anyways, the timetable thing was pretty huge for me; I was under the impression that I was done with everything. This was despite only being enrolled for 15 out of the 48 necessary Units of Credit. Awesome. GO MART! Summarily corrected by a couple of my mates at the beach, and after utterly SUCKING at trying to properly do the timetable, I dragged Ian with me (seeing as he was as lost as I was) all the way to the University itself. The weird thing about this was that, a couple of days after the beach, I was freaking out over this timetable situation. Then, for some reason, I woke up with something deep in the back of my head telling me that the solution I was looking for was somewhere on the site; there was something I'd failed to notice, and that something was the key to sorting it all out. I couldn't explain it, so I chose to ignore it. Funnily enough, my little weird premonition experience was pretty much right; the people at the University showed us how to do it in a few simple steps. There was one link that neither Ian or I had thought of clicking; it was the one link we needed to click on. Brilliant. One more time: GO MART!
Seriously though, getting that burden off my back got me gave me such exhiliration that it actually got me excited about going to Uni. There was this weird/awesome moment, standing in the Uni Library, waiting while a student was unburdening Ian by teaching him how to fix his timetable after someone had done the same thing for me a couple of mintues earlier, when I realised that all it took for me to be enthused about Uni was to get my timetable sorted out. I took in my surroundings, and remembered thinking, "Shit, I can't wait for Uni to start." At this moment, I still can't. Orientation week (Feb. 20th - 24th) looks like it's gonna be OFF THE CHAINS, what with the live concerts and free food and such, so I'm REALLY excited about that. Soon enough though, probably a couple of days before Uni itself starts (Feb. 27th), I expect any combination of the following factors to hit me and summarily destroy my confidence in starting Uni: not knowing anyone and having to make new friends; how INCREDIBLY hard Uni work's gonna be; everything's gonna be moving too fast for me; did I choose the right courses/oh SHIT, why the crap didn't I choose [insert easier/harder course here]; and some random fifth factor that'll probably pop up sometime between now and the 27th. However, for the moment, I'm still pretty ecstatic about everything.
Hmm, 3:27AM. Classic, typical early-in-the-morning Marty dilemma: sleep or videgames? Well, guess I'll find out once I stop typing in this arthritically long entry, right? On that note, I'm off. Anyways, later days!
- marty..
P.S. You suck. Yes, you do. =D =P (Sigh, Multiply blog emoticons blow.)
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