James & Georgie

Hargh. So, there’s this internship I have to do as part of my degree. I was able to find a small robotics place roughly two hours away, and I have been going there for roughly three weeks now. Nobody tells me what to do so I generally go around trying to help people, and I hate that.  We’re trying to build a series of autonomous robots that’ll go around an obstacle course; many other interns have been going at it before us and all they’ve got is basically a big remote controlled car. But it’s not my fault; all the tasks I get are so mundane that they have very little impact in the first place.

It’s quite a depressing atmosphere; a lot of work gets done, for sure. Many things are printed, people mull over screens and type a lot, but not much progress is made. The remote control car is still, alas, remote controlled. The one intern who bosses everyone else around whilst doing the minimum amount of work himself, still does what he does unchecked. I can not wait until this is over; by the way. Did I mention this is all unpaid? Gah. I’m never taking this train line again when this is over. EVER. Hahaha

I like it when I’m alone. It’s nice, and quiet. You don’t have to think about what other people want without seeming like a callous asshole, and you have time to reflect on your own wants and needs. What I don’t really like is when people ignore me when I actually have something to tell them. I had to overhaul a small part of the company’s website, and when I was done I told the company’s manager (it’s a veeeeery small company). Turns out he didn’t even pay attention to me/believed me when I told him; he asked someone else how the website was going soon after I left. I hate that, more so because of the way he’s rather nice to me when I am there.

Every day I have to leave an hour earlier or so, in order to take the last bus from my station home. I turned up at the station near the company a few minutes late; I was wet from the rain so I sat next to a man staring into a bottle in a brown paper bag.
“They got you stuck in work, mate?” It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. I started talking about the internship and the things I didn’t like about it, and he would complain about his failing career and the fact that nobody would hire him even if he promised to stop drinking. He was smelly, swore a lot and had wild, crazy eyes, but he also said some things that didn’t really suit his appearance like ‘Hahah, look at me, talking to a foreigner. You’ve been here since the gold rush, and they still call yous foreigners. Pretty fucked up, eh.’ and ‘That psychic chick in Minority Report; she could’ve been Shakespeare. Yeah, Shakespeare.’
We talked about life in general, and everything before he shuffled off the station when my train arrived, unlit cigarette in hand.
I sat on the train with my iPod in my ears turned off, thinking ‘That was the first proper conversation I have had with anybody down here.’ It was. It really was the most fulfilling face-to-face contact I have had with anyone in that part of the…world. In four minutes it felt like I’d known that dreamy alcoholic more than the people I’ve been working with for nearly four weeks. It took me twenty minutes of sitting there thinking that over, until I realized the iPod was still off. I didn’t take it out, or turn it on until I was on the bus an hour and a half later. I really just didn’t feel like moving; I guess I was a bit upset about the…isolation, if that’s the right word.

Well, that’s all.
I believe I can see the future, ‘cos I repeat the same routine… D=

I just had to blog about this. >_> I just blogged at Heartdrops.org but gee.

On MSN I put my personal message as “OMFG RISE AGAINST ARE COMING ON THE 19TH?!!!?!?!”

Yeah, I’m dramatic.
Rise Against = band.
19th = Enmore theatre, Sydney… CONCERT.

This person whom I knew in primary school (when I was about 10) suddenly started talking to me on MSN. I was thinking, well, okay, it’s either an MSN virus or just random shit.

Okay, it was random shit.
“OMG YOU LIKE RISE AGAINST”

Enthusiastically I replied, “Yeah!”
After saying “that’s cool” and other short responses, I tried to continue the conversation by asking them about how they liked the band and so on.

Clearly they weren’t interested… “yeah, I love Tim McIlrath! Anyway it was nice having this chat!”

Jeez. Seven years, and this is what I get.

Totally not going to reunion.

Well, today Georgie and I went to the beach. We met up at the station, and went out to the city where we stopped by our university so she could eat the burger she didn’t want that I had unwittingly ordered. That was embarrassing, eh *sweat* We also spent some time there looking up attractions; we planned to go to the aquarium (which turned out to have a huge queue) and the Zoo, where apparently you and more people than you will ever know get a significant discount if you’re in a group of 5001 or over.
I picked up some laksa to-go, and then we went to take a ferry to the beach. Today was overcast and the weather was perfect. We walked around on the sand for a bit, and found out it was pretty boring since I couldn’t get my feet wet because I was in shoes. We ate our food (my laksa looked quite miserable by then) and then I bought a tea towel and some slippers. We stood in the water up to knee-deep and caught some waves, then we went home. All in all, it was surprisingly tiring.

One thing that annoyed me was the super scrawny Asian guy on the first ferry. He was with his girlfriend (which..sort of looked like him) and she had thicker arms than he did. Not that she was fat or anything, but you could’ve picked your teeth with his forearms. I’m not saying I’m the six million dollar man, but damn; I’d rather be walrus-fat if I had to pick one of the two. And he’d look at me every so often like I was wierd, with one slender, girly arm delicately draped over her shoulders like it couldn’t support its own weight. Yuck. Now that I mention it, there was a guy who looked just like him in uni that I knew two semesters ago, kind of. Shit, was it him? Ahh well. If he didn’t say hi, then forget him.

Another thing that disgusted me was a bunch of Korean kids that were acting like they’d never seen a fountain before. When you get off the sand, you see, there are three sets of fountains for decor and washing your feet. They washed their feet, but it wasn’t enough. They moved on until they’d washed their feet in another, and then they gawked over the last one because it shot a bit higher. What the hell.

Note to Wuggs: Don’t eat any more nougat today *floog*

Bijeebus I hate converting videos to my iPod. They take an ungodly long time. Yuuruurrk. Right now I’m trying to convert the movie 9. It’s taking forever. I hate how iPods can only read certain formats.

I waited hours for The Notebook and just one episode of Lockie Leonard to convert, then they didn’t work on my iPod… meh, I’ll try it again another time, but 9 had better work.

James and I went to the beach today~ I’ll make him blog about it. :P

Being a kid again… hooray. Happy new year. =D

Just wanted to share the drawing I coloured in… haha.

Fuck Christmas. I wish I wasn’t Catholic so I wouldn’t have to celebrate it. Christmas is fucking nothing when all everyone ever does is treat you like shit.

I’m sick of being treated like shit, and I’m very close to deleting every trace of me from the internet. All I ever come across is rude, fucking shit and slack people, who assume things about me and are just rude behind a fucking screen just because they can. So fucking bring it. You can go hide behind your screen and get all hardcore with your keyboard because you don’t even have a fucking identity. You’re just a dastard minion with nothing better to do than to harass people on the internet in the hope of making someone talk back to you, because you have no friends.

It is unbelievable how many rude people I come across online who have the fucking nerve to be so rude just because no one is going to physically get them.

If I ever disappear from the internet, be glad you know why. It happened to Rhiannon.

Ah boo. It’s 22 months that James and I have been together.

You know what sucks? Getting Christmas presents. People always seem to talk about it but I’m so “meh” about it. Our family doesn’t really buy presents at all, for whatever occasion. I don’t know how to explain it but we’re just not huge on presents or whatever. Sometimes my parents buy me things when I need or I do them a favour and buy groceries sometimes, but we don’t buy “presents”.

There were days like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day and whatnot (fuck off. What happened to Kids’ Day in June or whatever?), and in primary school they would have mother’s and father’s day stalls… where you could buy these cheapass little things for your parents, because everyone brought them in as donations, and you could buy whatever shit other people brought in.

Cool right? No. :|

But thanks to my friend Dayze, I am getting some Threadless shirts for Lilian and James. Yay. :3