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I'm unsure of which metaphor i want to run with right now. I think i'm going to opt with the bear awakening from its deep majestic slumber rather than me being an astronaut re-enterring the bloggosphere. Because let's face it, bears are extremely cute. Anyway i think the point of it is, that after 4 weeks, i am back. No longer naive enough to think i can handle posting everyday, but i will hopefully be able to post bi-weekly. This is the start of that.
Anyway, rather than delve into anything serious, i'm going to update my blog to the happenings of the past 4 weeks;
O-week: So i maybe went a little too much this week. At least, i went more than i really needed to. But i loved it. I couldn't help but go back, day after day after day. And i think one of the biggest reasons for that is the SWAG! Here's a short list i have compiled of things i received for FREE during the week; frisbee, water bottle, t-shirt x2, migoreng x2, cups of noodles x2, countless amounts of energy drinks / ice teas / cokes, badges, bbq'd food, etc. I mean the free stuff alone made it an awesome week. But then there was the giant jenga, getting my first look at my future domain, getting to hang with ellie, making new friends.. The whole experience was unreal. But i guess it set up unreasonably high expectations for university life.
Week One: And it began. Yes with a little bit of apprehension i shall admit. Nerves starting to kick in about me making friends etc. I really didn't want to be that random loner at the back of classes and lectures. But hey i tried making friends and the high didn't wear off. I was still madly in love with university. The lectures had begun making me realize why exactly people don't attend of them but the atmosphere of it all was addictive. The freedom, the people, the excitement in the air... I was hooked and it was obvious, but how long would this last? p.s. 6hour gaps are the worst. But i got to meet up with an old friend. Though... Actually let's leave it at that.
Week Two: The tutorials start rolling in. I've missed the more intimate classrooms with smaller numbers of people, numbers that you can actually communicate easily with. Funnily enough my first one started with me meeting a person who lives down the road from me. Small world. More tutorials, more feeble attempts at making friends. How i wish i had the balls to talk to people. But i did manage to meet new faces, and even put names to those faces. The workload starts to build, and without textbooks it's pretty hard to tackle. Oh. and the NRL kicked off this week... Parramatta made me want to cry. But that's another story.
Week Three: Surprisingly my high had still not worn off. I'm doing the university work, and still loving it. Over four hundred dollars spent on textbooks that i'm probably only gonna use for 10 weeks spent, and i'm still loving it. Days sitting alone in lectures too shy to talk to the other loner girl next to me, and i'm still loving it. I think i was born for university. Found new ways to spend 6hour gaps - ie laughing at the gay clubs on oxford st with b. Totally decided where my next party shall be.. M9 Laser Tag. And yeah, week went by a little blurr-ishly. I guess everything else was overshadowed by my non-stop hysteria. But my Lola's okay, so good week i guess.
And thus i am up to date. Throw in one or two birthday party, couple of hangouts here and there and you've been caught up on my life. Most of the insignificant details have been covered but obviously much has been left out. Such is the price of me living life and not writing about it.
