No One Told Me the Sun Could Get Cancer
Girl I Know: Is your mom afraid of getting sun cancer?
I’m taking a wild guess here, but I think she meant skin cancer.
Still, a verbal slip is always a thing of great beauty, especially when it’s not you that’s doing the slipping.
My old college mates will attest to this. We mercilessly make fun of each other and the world around us. Accents and verbal slip-ups are our specialty though we don’t like to limit ourselves. I think we do this because we find that Existence as a whole deserves to be laughed at. The world we often end up living in when we get together is the world of Absurdist plays. It’s the only world in which one can live in and not slowly start to lose one’s mind since mindlessness is probably a prerequisite for entry. You can’t lose something you don’t have, that’s what they always say. Nothing matters, nothing is sacred, everything is funny. If nothing matters then there’s really nothing worth holding on to which makes it entirely easy for everyone to just relax and let go. Kick off those shoes. Those shoes don’t matter. It hits someone in the face. That someone doesn’t matter. The shoe in the face is funny. We’re not cruel. We’re funny. Just like everything.
Or maybe this is just the way I see things. They might not agree. They might be thinking – “What is she on and can I have some?” I might tell them I love them but no, they can’t have some. This is my personality. Go get your own. Make sure it’s a perfect balance of 50% genetic and 50% environmental factors with none of that funny rat poison, crushed glass / mothballs, sugar powder shit thrown in.
But don’t forget to put on sunblock when you’re out. Think of the sun. It might get cancer.
I dropped by the old college the other day. Noticed that things haven’t changed much, they seem to have just sort of dissipated. Wait, that’s change thing too, I guess. When things are less than what is used to be it is no longer the same hence it can be said to have changed, right? Only, I would much rather think of change as a shift in character than a shift in volume or intensity but then again isn’t volume and intensity part of character (I’m doing it again, I’m confusing myself!)? Why did I drop by? I guess because I’m your closet sentimental-type. The 2 1/6 years I spent there as a bum with a student I.D. (good for movie ticket and karaoke discounts and not much else) were to me, the most fascinating chapter of my life yet (which really is a testament to how dull my life has been thus far). Maybe “fascinating” is not the most accurate word to describe it but it’s the first and the simplest that come to mind. The next description that comes to mind is eye-opening. I feel like in those 2 1/6 years, my eyes have gone from being fully shut to being three-quarters shut. It’s not so much the place or the institution per se that I treasure (again, not the most accurate word, but it’s the first and simplest that comes to mind) -When I say the 2 + years I spent there, what I mean is the 2 + years I spent officially enrolled there. Admittedly, I wasn’t in class very often, college was more often than not, just a rendezvous point for spontaneous mini road trips and traveling without moving trips – I guess, what I mean to say is, the only reason why I’m all sentimental and somewhat fond of the place is because of the people I met there – in one way or another, directly or indirectly, they helped in making those 2 1/6 years a memorable (“memorable” really isn’t the right word, but I can’t think of a better one unless “curiosity-satisfying” is indeed, better) experience. Also, the friends I’ve made there really helped in getting most of the partying (which I swear, I never had a lot of) out of my system (Ha-ha. To those who know what I’m talking about, please destroy all incriminating photos/ video footage / any sort of evidence. Do not use for blackmail. Please.) To sum things up, I think I had fun (or it might just be really late at night and my memories have been warped by lack of sleep). Sure, I occasionally complained that I was bored, and sick and tired of the routine – but now that I’m finished with the place, I sort of miss the routine – on the whole, I’m pretty sure, in a foggy, i-can’t-be-sure-till-I’ve-lived-at-least-70-years way, that I had fun.
Fun is good. Fun is the best you can expect out of anything. Nothing truly goes deeper than that. Not really. At least, I don’t think so. You might disagree. You might be right to do so. I might be wrong. You might be no fun.
That said, I'm glad I'm done with the place.
So I finally received a reply from Griffith U yesterday. It has no mood altering effect on me whatsoever. At least, I don’t think so. What a fucking waste of time. The reply starts with a “We are pleased to inform you…” and then natters on about me getting a “conditional offer” from them – I’m not exactly sure what that means in plain English (and neither does the seemingly incompetent Education Australia officer in charge of my transfer, for that matter) but I guess it’s better than being offered an apology as in, “Sorry, our crappy university doesn’t want your crappy ass” (of course, I’m sure the good people at Griffith rejects with more tact, if they reject at all). I know, I’m such a bum, while most people send their credit transfer application out to at least three different universities, I only bothered sending mine out to one. My criteria for selecting a university: i) it must be somewhere near a beach.(check) ii) there must be at least one friend going there with me (check) iii) and at least one friend already there (check). Seriously. That’s it. If everything goes according to plan, I’ll be starting the final year (or year and half or two) of what I can foresee would be my entirely useless Comm. Degree in February next year. Until then, I’ll be doing what I’ve been doing since July this year- absolutely nothing. Well actually, I’ve always done absolutely nothing but before July, at least I used to pretend to be doing something even when I’m doing absolutely nothing. I plan to start pretending again next February, that’s the plan.
And I plan to keep pretending until the Cosmic Order decides to make me a rock star (although I hear crazy rumors that you kind of have to make these things happen for yourself). I figure I’ll actually be doing something then. Music, for one. Other rock stars (Ha-ha-ha. Not entirely kidding).Speaking of rock stars: “happy” isn’t the most accurate word to describe how I feel about JD Fortune becoming the new lead singer of INXS but it comes pretty damn close (see also: pleased, glad, joyful, ecstatic, delighted, cloud 8 ¾). Note to reader: refer to previous blog entries to gain better understanding of why this is so. Now I no longer have to be torn between my love for good, old, cheesy INXS and my love for JD Fortune. Now I can love them as ONE (though I only lust for one of them, no points for guessing, genius). But Michael, this all doesn’t mean that I, or any of the fans have forgotten you. You will always be in our hearts – plenty of space, plenty of space.
I don’t know why, but I think I hear the Scorpions’ Still Loving You (I’m still loving youoooo….oowooooooooooooo…oowooooooooooooo…oowooohoooo – wasn’t that done by The Scorpions?) coming from the trees outside my bedroom window. I must really need to go to sleep or something. Real soon. Before the trees end up going through the whole Scorpions discography. While it’s still cozy and quiet and most importantly, dark.
The sun will be up in about 2 hours or so. Let us hope it doesn’t have cancer.
Hah. Hah.
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“ Tu entre todos los seres tienes derecho a verme débil ”
(You among all beings have the right to see me weak).
El Dano (The Hurt); Pablo Neruda
At least I think that’s what it means
I’m taking a wild guess here, but I think she meant skin cancer.
Still, a verbal slip is always a thing of great beauty, especially when it’s not you that’s doing the slipping.
My old college mates will attest to this. We mercilessly make fun of each other and the world around us. Accents and verbal slip-ups are our specialty though we don’t like to limit ourselves. I think we do this because we find that Existence as a whole deserves to be laughed at. The world we often end up living in when we get together is the world of Absurdist plays. It’s the only world in which one can live in and not slowly start to lose one’s mind since mindlessness is probably a prerequisite for entry. You can’t lose something you don’t have, that’s what they always say. Nothing matters, nothing is sacred, everything is funny. If nothing matters then there’s really nothing worth holding on to which makes it entirely easy for everyone to just relax and let go. Kick off those shoes. Those shoes don’t matter. It hits someone in the face. That someone doesn’t matter. The shoe in the face is funny. We’re not cruel. We’re funny. Just like everything.
Or maybe this is just the way I see things. They might not agree. They might be thinking – “What is she on and can I have some?” I might tell them I love them but no, they can’t have some. This is my personality. Go get your own. Make sure it’s a perfect balance of 50% genetic and 50% environmental factors with none of that funny rat poison, crushed glass / mothballs, sugar powder shit thrown in.
But don’t forget to put on sunblock when you’re out. Think of the sun. It might get cancer.
I dropped by the old college the other day. Noticed that things haven’t changed much, they seem to have just sort of dissipated. Wait, that’s change thing too, I guess. When things are less than what is used to be it is no longer the same hence it can be said to have changed, right? Only, I would much rather think of change as a shift in character than a shift in volume or intensity but then again isn’t volume and intensity part of character (I’m doing it again, I’m confusing myself!)? Why did I drop by? I guess because I’m your closet sentimental-type. The 2 1/6 years I spent there as a bum with a student I.D. (good for movie ticket and karaoke discounts and not much else) were to me, the most fascinating chapter of my life yet (which really is a testament to how dull my life has been thus far). Maybe “fascinating” is not the most accurate word to describe it but it’s the first and the simplest that come to mind. The next description that comes to mind is eye-opening. I feel like in those 2 1/6 years, my eyes have gone from being fully shut to being three-quarters shut. It’s not so much the place or the institution per se that I treasure (again, not the most accurate word, but it’s the first and simplest that comes to mind) -When I say the 2 + years I spent there, what I mean is the 2 + years I spent officially enrolled there. Admittedly, I wasn’t in class very often, college was more often than not, just a rendezvous point for spontaneous mini road trips and traveling without moving trips – I guess, what I mean to say is, the only reason why I’m all sentimental and somewhat fond of the place is because of the people I met there – in one way or another, directly or indirectly, they helped in making those 2 1/6 years a memorable (“memorable” really isn’t the right word, but I can’t think of a better one unless “curiosity-satisfying” is indeed, better) experience. Also, the friends I’ve made there really helped in getting most of the partying (which I swear, I never had a lot of) out of my system (Ha-ha. To those who know what I’m talking about, please destroy all incriminating photos/ video footage / any sort of evidence. Do not use for blackmail. Please.) To sum things up, I think I had fun (or it might just be really late at night and my memories have been warped by lack of sleep). Sure, I occasionally complained that I was bored, and sick and tired of the routine – but now that I’m finished with the place, I sort of miss the routine – on the whole, I’m pretty sure, in a foggy, i-can’t-be-sure-till-I’ve-lived-at-least-70-years way, that I had fun.
Fun is good. Fun is the best you can expect out of anything. Nothing truly goes deeper than that. Not really. At least, I don’t think so. You might disagree. You might be right to do so. I might be wrong. You might be no fun.
That said, I'm glad I'm done with the place.
So I finally received a reply from Griffith U yesterday. It has no mood altering effect on me whatsoever. At least, I don’t think so. What a fucking waste of time. The reply starts with a “We are pleased to inform you…” and then natters on about me getting a “conditional offer” from them – I’m not exactly sure what that means in plain English (and neither does the seemingly incompetent Education Australia officer in charge of my transfer, for that matter) but I guess it’s better than being offered an apology as in, “Sorry, our crappy university doesn’t want your crappy ass” (of course, I’m sure the good people at Griffith rejects with more tact, if they reject at all). I know, I’m such a bum, while most people send their credit transfer application out to at least three different universities, I only bothered sending mine out to one. My criteria for selecting a university: i) it must be somewhere near a beach.(check) ii) there must be at least one friend going there with me (check) iii) and at least one friend already there (check). Seriously. That’s it. If everything goes according to plan, I’ll be starting the final year (or year and half or two) of what I can foresee would be my entirely useless Comm. Degree in February next year. Until then, I’ll be doing what I’ve been doing since July this year- absolutely nothing. Well actually, I’ve always done absolutely nothing but before July, at least I used to pretend to be doing something even when I’m doing absolutely nothing. I plan to start pretending again next February, that’s the plan.
And I plan to keep pretending until the Cosmic Order decides to make me a rock star (although I hear crazy rumors that you kind of have to make these things happen for yourself). I figure I’ll actually be doing something then. Music, for one. Other rock stars (Ha-ha-ha. Not entirely kidding).Speaking of rock stars: “happy” isn’t the most accurate word to describe how I feel about JD Fortune becoming the new lead singer of INXS but it comes pretty damn close (see also: pleased, glad, joyful, ecstatic, delighted, cloud 8 ¾). Note to reader: refer to previous blog entries to gain better understanding of why this is so. Now I no longer have to be torn between my love for good, old, cheesy INXS and my love for JD Fortune. Now I can love them as ONE (though I only lust for one of them, no points for guessing, genius). But Michael, this all doesn’t mean that I, or any of the fans have forgotten you. You will always be in our hearts – plenty of space, plenty of space.
I don’t know why, but I think I hear the Scorpions’ Still Loving You (I’m still loving youoooo….oowooooooooooooo…oowooooooooooooo…oowooohoooo – wasn’t that done by The Scorpions?) coming from the trees outside my bedroom window. I must really need to go to sleep or something. Real soon. Before the trees end up going through the whole Scorpions discography. While it’s still cozy and quiet and most importantly, dark.
The sun will be up in about 2 hours or so. Let us hope it doesn’t have cancer.
Hah. Hah.
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“ Tu entre todos los seres tienes derecho a verme débil ”
(You among all beings have the right to see me weak).
El Dano (The Hurt); Pablo Neruda
At least I think that’s what it means
