Friday, 22 May 2009

Apologies if you read this

Did you know it takes a full ten minutes for Blogger to load this blog-writing page? It really does.

I actually have nothing to write about, but I feel like writing. I like reading people's blogs that are updated every day, but I feel like my life is just too boring to actually sit and write a page about every day. My life can handle Twitter because something dumb-or-amazing happens to me every day, but generally speaking it can be dealt with pretty succinctly.

Some times my friend Hendra from Sydney sends me a text telling me something or asking me something. Just randomly. I think he gets lonely. Today I got one from him saying "Sydney randomness: i saw an asian spiderman holding a giant blue plastic penis" It brightened my day.

I just had a brain wave. If you've known me for a bit you'd know I wear Converse shoes an awful lot. You'd also know I got my first pair signed by a DJ called Andy Hunter. I'm thinking I can get my current pair signed by John Green when I go to Melbourne. Then people will be all "Who signed your shoe?" and I'll be like "Billie Joe Armstrong" and they'll be like "REALLY?!" and I'll be like "No! Better! John Green!"

My imagination is a wonderful place sometimes.

Friday, 15 May 2009

SLGBSPEE - Melbourne

Before I go on my Grand Peruvian Adventure I am going on the Slightly Less Grand But Still Pretty Exciting Excursion to Melbourne. Partly I'm going to catch up with my friend Dan (who I am going to stay with in Peru) but I also scheduled it to coincide with the Melbourne Nerdfighter Gathering, featuring John Green.

Tonight I booked my accommodation - meaning I have finalised the last thing for the Slightly Less Grand But Still Pretty Exciting Excursion. I am, as you might assume, pretty excited. I get to go to Melbourne and see my friends Chris, Leuke and Rob. I also get to mix with Australian Nerdfighters. And I'll get to meet John Green! OMG!

Unsure how I will handle meeting someone who I count amongst my inspirations, I sent a tweet to his friend and fellow Young Adult fiction author Maureen Johnson. "Maureen" I said, "What do you suggest I should do when I meet John Green in Melbourne?"

She was prompt in her reply:

I suppose there is nothing for it. Maureen has spoken. I hope someone will film this because both my hands are going to be occupied with the shaking.

I hope John will still sign my books afterwards.

(Incidentally, doing a Google image search for the term "Nerdfighters" is probably one of the more awesome things you can do on the Internet.)

Thursday, 14 May 2009

A Bright Future

I feel like writing something personal and honest here, but I'm afraid it'll be misunderstood by 98% of all who read it.

Using percentages to talk about people is completely unsexy. Let me rephrase:

I feel like writing something personal and honest here, but I'm afraid it'll be misunderstood by pretty much everyone who reads it.

Better. Continue:

The truth is, I am fundamentally different from you. Either because I come from a different country, I follow a different religion, I'm of a different gender... whatever. I'm different to you and my values are not the same as yours.

If I was to say something shocking - SHOCKING! - like "I don't care whether I get this job in Sydney or not" it doesn't mean that I don't care. I say this to ensure such a thing won't be misconstrued as indifference by a potential employer reading this blog *waves at Andrew Denton*. That is not how I feel. I just want to make that clear from the start. Can you imagine the opportunity this job is? And that I made the short list? And that I might actually be employed by the ABC?

The thing is, though, it's true. Lately I've been reflecting on it, and I've found I'm really, really happy with the way things are right now. It's not even as though I've had a particularly easy couple of weeks. Mid-semester has been and gone and now I've just got one deadline after another flying at me. I haven't slept properly for the past eight or nine days because of assignments or early shifts at work.

That sounds, you know, terrible, but I'm content. I love my friends here. I love my job. I love making videos for my personal YouTube channel. I love my church. All these things would change if I were to get the job in Sydney. That's not to say that would be a bad thing, but if it didn't eventuate I'd be okay.

Like, I'm at a place right now where I will be uber-excited to be accepted or rejected for the position. They could call tomorrow (er... today), I could hear either outcome and legitimately jump up and down for joy. That probably sounds odd to you. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be strange.

So. This is far from a "I don't want the job." No. Nononononono! Nor is it an expression of contempt for the opportunity I've been given. I don't know how I can stress that enough. This blog has been sounding pretty anti-Sydney so far and that really isn't the intention. The idea of working in Sydney and working with the ABC is delicious. And hanging out with Nikki, Min and Queenie! And possibly Chris! And my friend Hendra! And being paid to make videos! Delicious! NOM NOM NOM.

This isn't even an indication that I'm setting myself up to fail - softening the blow. I honestly don't know what's going to happen. I'm just saying that the Gold Coast is equally delicious as Sydney.

I hope you understand. I'm really excited for the rest of the year, no matter what happens.

Tuesday, 12 May 2009

Email from my Lecturer

There are particular people who inspire me. The course convener for my class Ghosts and the Gothic is one of them (although I'm sure he doesn't know it).

Why? Let me share with you an email he sent out to all students in the course:


Two announcements about pending assessments.

1. The diary.

The diary is due for submission on the 29th of May before 5.00 pm. You do not need to print this (admittedly precious) document on vellum or papyrus - plain A4 will do splendidly, thank you. Nor should you feel that your diary must be bound in shagreen, velvet, eelskin or yak fur - a staple or paper clip composed of non-precious metals will surely do the trick. Most importantly, do NOT place each page in a clear plastic slip. As it is unlikely that I will be reading your diaries underwater or during a food fight, such precautions are unnecessary and will irritate me beyond measure. I trust this answers all possible questions, however, if I missed something feel free to email.

2. Final Essay Questions

I know you are all clamouring for the essay questions and I wanted to reassure you that your wait is almost over. They will be posted tomorrow.

Kind regards,

I think that speaks for itself really.

Saturday, 9 May 2009

An Odd Collection

I think it's official. Hayley is a better blogger than me. She has hers all updated all the time and stuff. I failed BEDA. I don't really feel bad about failing BEDA. BEDA is about the trying. Well I tried, but I also failed. It's just a statement of fact.

Speaking of Hayley, here is the related videos box from my latest video:

This is funny. Trust me! (Honourable men always say trust me!)

The other day I realised I have gotten to a point in my life where I can truthfully say "when I was a child". I really like this. When I was 14 I would say "when I was a kid" and people would always laugh, and then I'd have to explain myself, and then it would get awkward.

How awesome is Vladimir Putin? Wow. That is a sentence I never thought I would type. Still, any Prime Minister who "saves nervous schoolgirl with song" gets brownie points in my book, no matter how many times they invade Georgia. (Again, a sentence I never thought I would type.)

Facebook has targeted ads, so I always feel like it is critiquing my life based on the information I provide. It is usually pretty mean, but the other day it was exceptionally so. Check it out --->

I mean, what is it trying to imply?! And what kind of self-esteem issues do I have that I would be so anxious about these ads? What if I just started walking 30 minutes a day like all those government commercials tell me to? Actually, this paragraph is beginning to alarm me, so I will stop and shift your attention with something that is very strangeHEY EVERYONE LOOK AT THE STRANGE THING:

Yes. Sign me up for one Portugasm please. That sounds mightily wholesome.

Finally, John Green is coming to Melbourne. That sentence actually works with or without the comma. Like, "Finally John Green is coming to Melbourne!" or "As a final item out of this nonsensical collection of things I have here, John Green is coming to Melbourne."

Both ways, I have just booked my flight to Melbourne so I can see him. I will probably make a video trying to get his attention in the next week or so. That way he will be all "hey you are the guy who made that kind-of-touching yet also kind-of-creepy/inappropriate video for me!" Basically it will be an experience akin to my How To Say Hi To hayleyghoover video.

And now we have unintentionally come full circle. Hayley, I swear I am not really this obsess- OH LOOK A STRANGE THING AGAIN: