Am supposed and in the middle of perusing a bunch of research articles for an OB team assignment due next week but here I am.
Why?
I refuse to indemnify my dignity with answering such a rhetorical question.
The week in all last tallied up to nights of snacking, DMCs (Deep Meaningful Conversations), browsing lists upon lists of article titles that mean nothing to me, running after trams from the front door of IH, and catching the ever elusive IH Play "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead".
Somewhat productive yet I feel totally unaccomplished. Well at least I have the indulgent priviledge to say that my accounting knowledge isn't exactly rubbish yet as I still can tell the difference between prepayments and accruals and discount allowed and purchases returns. It's been a while since I've had a proper sit down conversation with the guy and with me sniffing and tolerating a sore throat even throughout it all. If I had looked really horrible with eye bags and unkempt hair, he was really too polite not to mention anything.
The mid-semester break is almost upon us and I haven't a clue as to what my plans are going to look like. I really want to explore Australia and yet I actually just want to stay here visiting the nooks and crannies of what Melbourne has yet to offer me.
There're just too many things floating and getting all tangled up there now in my knotty head to sort them out properly. The topic on guys is pretty stagnant even though I do want to approach a certain someone but is really off limits due to engagement issues. Too tired to even explain myself I'll leave it at that and let your minds wonder and ponder on it.
I have a sudden immense craving for natural muesli cereal drowned in mango and or strawberry yoghurt and half a cup of soy milk.
Okay fine, I can't contain the indignation any longer. Getting to know the guy was the worst mistake I could ever make and realising it now just makes it all worse. Half-heartedly joking I want him to actually leave so that I don't have to see him anymore and so I won't feel this sense of wanting to see and talk to him anymore and yet I want him to stay just where he is just so I can observe from far untouchable and unobtainable.
Alright, I'm done screwing with my emotional gravity pull and stringing everyone else along for the crappy ride.
I need a job. I want a good paying job. Like maybe in the IH kitchen on weekends. Perks included.
