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Day 12 – Wherever You Go, Whatever You Do, The Thesis Is Right Here Wating For You

I’ve mostly finished my tute prep  but it’s so late, I don’t have time to write anything overly fancy in this blog tonight. Just enjoy the blue-eyed beauty of Elijah while he drops a truth bomb.

Works on so many levels

Works on so many levels

Things I did today instead of working:

  • Listened to Carolina Wallace on Soundcloud. She is seriously amazing, I made an account just to follow her… yeah that doesn’t sound creepy at all.
  • Had serious convos with JB during our break (xoxoxox babe)
  • Stole CH’s grad gear so I could wear the BA Hons regalia, if only for a few minutes. My poor, uncelebrated BA 😦 you will have your moment!
    Went to my BCA in 2012 instead because "I have Hons anyway..."

    Went to my BCA in 2012 instead because “I have Hons anyway…”

    "Naaaaah. I'm enrolling in an MA anyway..."

    “Naaaaah. I’m enrolling in an MA anyway…”

Random “Why is this in my head???” lyrics:

Love is, higher than a mountain
Love is, thicker than water
You are this dreamers only dream
Heaven’s Angel, Devil’s daughter

– Andy Gibb

Day 2 – On That Midnight Bus to Georgia (or Whatever Her Name Was)

After a pretty satisfying brunch with my old friend CC,  I had an extremely long day and night of marking essays and taking selfies. CH and I had a great time looking through essays and learning about the discourses of various items, as explained by first year students.

It was a very productive day and we ended up marking until 10.30pm but instead of boring you with the dilemma of “A- or B+”, I’d rather talk about the bus ride home. What I’m about to share with you is the tale of a young man who had the unfortunate experience of reaching the ‘no shits given’ level of inebriation at the exact moment he decided to call his companion on a very full midnight bus to the wops.

Let's pretend other people aren't here, even though they are sitting 5 cm away from us

Let’s pretend other people aren’t here, even though they are sitting 5 cm away from us

It started off innocently enough. I was sitting at the very front, head resting against the cool glass of the bus window, watching the city lights slowly pass by while I listened to ‘Shadow Dancing’. I was deep in thought about its lyrics. Was it simply a song about backlit performance art or does it mean something more illicit?

All of a sudden, I heard a very loud, obnoxious voice cutting through my Andy Gibb haze.

“Hey baby, I miss you!!”

I rolled my eyes and increased the volume on my iPhone.

“N-no, no baby. I want to come over. Can I stay there tonight? Can I?” He paused briefly. “Why do we never have sex anymore?! I love you too much. Are you dating two people? Are you???  I am yelling on the bus right now, I love you so much.”

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Always a sucker for a scandalous soap opera, I laugh-coughed and discreetly tapped the pause button on my music. Clearly, Andy Gibb was going to have to wait. Apparently I wasn’t alone in this sentiment. As the music died in my headphones, I realised that everyone else was already deeply engrossed in this episode of The Bold and the Bawdy.

The drunk guy then proceeded to describe in great detail, the specific activities he wanted to enjoy with his phone companion when he sees her later that evening. A middle-aged man sitting in the seat adjacent to mine (who had been shooting the drunk guy dirty looks for the last seven minutes) apparently had enough because the next time the bus stopped, he stood at the front of the bus and crossed his arms.

“Oy, you with the phone!” He pointed at the drunk guy. “You need to lock it down!”

The drunk guy laughed. “Baby, this old man just told me to keep it down because of you. Can’t wait to see you guuuurl…”

“No mate, you need to lock this right down. Now.”

All of a sudden the other bus passengers seemed to find their voices, telling the drunk guy to shut up and threatening to smash his phone. Totally unfazed, the drunk guy continued to talk to his phone friend until he got off at the next stop, presumably to continue getting off. I pressed play on my iPhone to go back to my music. I think it’s safe to say I now have a completely different understanding of ‘Shadow Dancing’.

Things I did instead of working:

  • Ranted about the changes to Snapchat. No, I don’t want to text you. I don’t want to video-call you. That’s why I’m just sending you Snapchats!
  • Wondered whatever happened to CCs, the chips. They were the absolute best things in primary, along with O-Rings (which is unfortunately a name that only reminds me of the Challenger disaster now). Are Doritos the new CCs?
  • Laughed hysterically at Marxist puns
  • Had a meaningful discussion regarding the toll of the academic environment on one’s mental wellbeing

Random ruined lyrics of the day:

Do it light, taking me through the night 
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right 
Give me more, drag me across the floor 
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more 

– Andy Gibb

Day 1 – Unwritten (Thesis)

Today is the first day of my MA. It’s like the postgrad office is that LOST island and I’m Jack Shepherd, disoriented and stumbling around, listening to people freak out in the distance. Instead of being crushed by bits of plane, their struggles are more about deadlines and word counts. That was the first and last episode I ever saw of that programme so perhaps I should have picked a different show to use as a comparison. I also heard [FOUR YEAR OLD SPOILER ALERT] that they ended up in purgatory which I guess could be taken as either a really bleak or fairly accurate assessment of life as a postgrad. I’m quite sick today so maybe it’s not too far off from the current situation.

I know that feel, bro.

I know that feel, bro.

I did some marking but because I’m on the edge of [influenza] glory, I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked. Friday is going to be so busy now. It’s probably for the best though. I don’t want to give all my students sneeze essays – clearly that’s a privilege that should be reserved for the best. However, I did stock my office with incredibly important things such as highlighters, instant noodles, photos of my friends, an eyelash curler, a mirror and several Tina Belcher clippings. I’d say it was still a pretty productive day.

In terms of thesis work, I printed out my original EOI and now I have 30 days to plump it up and make it official. Can you say Literature Review? I can’t. At least not without crying a little. Hopefully the academic stylings of my pals J-Mitt and H-Jen will help me get pumped up for the year ahead.

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Yeah, baby!

Let’s go baby, let’s go!  *clap clap clap-clap-clap*

(Seriously though, I’m actually so excited.)

Things I did instead of working:

  • Sniffled and put my head on the table until the room stopped spinning.
  • Thought about the fact that The Smiths are wrong. Being hit by a double-decker bus sounds like a horrific way to die.
  • Bought a jersey from Cotton On because I “needed” that colour.
  • Synced Andy Gibb’s Greatest Hits to my iPhone because I Just Want To Be His Everything.

Random angsty lyrics of the day:

Wish the best for you
Wish the best for me
Wished for infinity
If that ain’t me

I can’t give it up
To someone elses touch
Because I care too much

– The XX