It's been ages since my virtual life story's been updated.
Lots happened over the days since my last post. The cousin visited and did the whole Melbourne touristy thing with friends and among other things. It was fun. I can't remember the last time I spent this many nights out so late and returning to my room crashing onto the sweet soft bed with unfinished work and unread lecture notes.
In between classes I'd be tramming down Elizabeth Street to bum around in room Christmas on Somerset on Elizabeth watching Scrubs and Rocky Horror with the cousin, friend and some more friends. I really want to move out into there now. It has the best location so far that I've seen excluding QV just because of the pricey tag attached to the name. Then we'd saunter off for dinner and then on some nights we'd be dancing the night away in a club or having a few rounds. Good stuff. I feel like I've been neglecting my IH social life for the past week just cause I've been out so much. Guiltiness is me.
The Booze Cruise on Saturday night was suffice to say one of the best and worst nights of my young carefree life so far. I went dressed as a really funky looking painter with loud stockings, black berret, and emo looking tank top. Pixies, punk rockers, patients, a purple hippo, Playboy bunnies, paedophile, pimps, a pillow, policeman, pirates, and among other things to make it to the 'P' list were present. It was just such a cool sight to behold as the first group of about forty of us jumped and crammed into the tram to get to the end of Elizabeth Street to make our way onwards to the Yarra River for the River Cruise to get started. Free flow of alcohol was the basic and raw main attracting point of the night where the moment we set off from the dock, everyone was immediately sculling mixers and shots one after another. The DJ got people dancing almost immediately even though it wasn't as good as the on in 'ffour'. Nonetheless, I had about five drinks in that two to three hours myself which was enough to push me over the edge of high and tipsy into pissed and wasted status. In between the dancing and drinking and camwhoring, the result of my manic night out on a boat was spewing overboard four times and once more in a bag on the tram back to IH. But who's counting anyway. The worst part was not recalling all the details of what I supposedly did that night, who I talked to or danced with, or even what I drank. Oh but I do remember thinking that I actually managed to develop a crush on this guy whom I just met on the cruise and possibly danced with for two seconds. Or it might just be the leftover alcohol hungover effect still addling with my brain.
Never again. Now if only I can manage to stick to that wish and promise.
Pertaining to the anime watching secret life of mine, Hagane no Renkinjutsushi or otherwise known as Fullmetal Alchemist or Hagaren in short, is definitely one of the better and probably less talked about anime in the anime fandomsphere. I heart it. It stands out for not taking advantage when they so obviously can of full chested women, over the top hot guys, overblown villains, popular cliche sci-fi elements, and romance allure that all are atypical of any current anime series. However, they do have some of those subtle elements apparent but they're overlooked and pushed aside for the deeper story and characters that make the show so relevant, exciting, funny, and easily emotionally attached to.
Move over Bleach. Hagaren is the one to watch even though the series has ended with a satisfyingly conclusive movie to cap it all off where the manga is currently still moving along very well. I expect many future late nights being kept up reading and anticipating for the next.
Pushing aside all other things, education-wise, it's going along muddily fine. Am not sinking above my knees yet so it's all good. I like my two American lecturers and the newbie Indian lecturer but the one local Australian one is putting me to sleep faster than general anaesthetic. Hope things get better before it's too late. I can't believe I'm stressing over all this in just the second week of the semester. But better sooner than later I suppose.
Oh man, I'm being desensitised by the bright and freshly scrubbed new faces in IH that I've yet to learn their names and faces. Hopefully I can get them all down by next week. There are a few guys who look interestingly enough for me to get to know them.
It's the drugs and alcohol speaking! It's the truth.
