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Well, one history presentation down (hell yes ranks in bluff paid off once again! Thanks highschool/Arts degree), one essay abstract down (gogo 1paragraph + Bibliography = Library Website + 30 minutes), one Master Plan to go. Two days.
I'm procrastinating because I've hit one of them thar critical points where you just lean back in your chair and say "Now, this RAIA membership card is a damn fine thing, and I also got an ipod today", and then reflect on the fact that you can't remember the last time you slept for more than four hours a night during the week, then you smirk and think (never sarcastically and always heartfelt) "fuck I love uni."
One bad thing about all this is that more and more I feel the need to swear. And I'm not talking about funny interjections into statements here and there, I'm talking the full on insane stream of expletives for no apparent purpose but to complain about the fact that I've still got five A4 concept drawings and 1 A1 drawing to go, and a whole lot of conflicting advice from tutors.
I mean.. it's kind of funny. The longer I spend at uni (this is my third year - 1 year of Bachelor of Arts + 2xyear of Architecture = 3.... =3 face) the more amusing inventive streams of curses (or even... not inventive2 become.
So yeah I got an iPod today. Because my beloved Zen Neeon 6GB, Lothair, has died. Luckily I can send him off to creative to get fixed/replaced, but the fact remains that I needed an external harddrive. I mentioned this to my parents (the sending away, I didn' t actually ask for anything) and then my dad was all "well, I just got a bonus and... you've been working really hard and we're proud of you" and my mum was all "likewise", so the end result (I'm pretty tired.. I don't really feel like recounting the whole story again srry) was that I got an ipod. It was very nice of my parents. It's a 30gb iPod video.
Lol video. What am I going to put on it?
The Llama Song of course.
By the way I named it iLlama, because I couldn't call it Lothair (because Neeon is Lothair) and I haven't been writing so I dont' haave any more pet protagonists to name it after. I could have called it iHorta for its elegance, however ipods are more of a minimalistic thing than an art nouveau inspired object, so that's entirely unfitting.
I think iLlama is going to stick. Just a warning.
1: RAIA = Royal Australian Institute of Architects (I joined under SONA Student.... Organisation... Nautical... Aardvark... Yeah I forget what SONA stands for. Hehe. Main point is that it cost me $80 to join rather than $400 or something). So yeah. I'm in with the posse now.
2: What was I talking about?
Oh yeah. As awesome as Architecture is, it's really bad for my:
- typing
- vocabulary
- SPELLING. I USED TO BE THE QUEEN AND NOW I AM JUST SOME DUMB PLEBE.
So yeah. Ghan is totally happy today.
Actually no, that's a lie. I'm pretty annoyed that I missed out on my Body Pump class because of incompetent gym staff, but I'll get over that because I'm going tomorrow at 6 instead. Anyone who's interested is more than welcome, it's $8 for UWA sports members (guild members basically) and $10 for non guild members, I do believe. If you happen to be a gym member it's free. So woot and all that jazz.
Photos of Ipod Glory for my own interest tomorrow, watch this space if you feel like it.
This is funny, and I enjoyed typing my reply.
NOW BACK TO WORK
OP: All of you women who keep leaving the house and having 'careers' and all that nonsense need to step back and look at what you are doing. You have all upset the natural balance of things! Men, as we all know, can't really fend for themselves in the home, and children certainly can't, and yet you all head out into the working world and leave them to obvious disaster.
So, the one thing I want to know is...what are you lot thinking? Are you wanting this madness to spread?
Honestly, you all embarrass me.
Get back in the kitchen and make a good meal. Hell, I know I will.
ME:
Lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
What, I'm sorry, was this a serious post?
Just a point before we start : Women with ambitions beyond being a housewife embarrass you?
Well, people who say that a whole gender can have a place embarrass me. People who don't accept that just because one style of living suits them doesn't mean it will suit everyone else embarrass me. And that goes for people who say women shouldn't have careers as well as people who say men shouldn't be involved in the raising of children.
Do whatever makes you happy, but don't tell me I'm embarrassing or mad or wrong.
Shouldn't you be scrubbing the floors or something anyway then? Komputahs are man businesz u kno. Wimmins shudnt be edukatd, an dey shudnt mes wit man's tings.
OH SORRY WAS I BEING FACETIOUS
MY BAD
RIGHT. Now into the INTERWEBS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS STUFF.
Step back and look at what I'm doing? Okay.
I'm living my life for me! Yes, that's right. I'm doing absolutely everything I can to make sure that my life is as fulfilling as it can possibly be. You know what that means to me?
It means that I will spend 5 years of my life doing this degree, spending god-only-knows how many sleepless nights over a drawing board or CAD screen designing and scheming my way through folio.
It means that I will pursue the career that I have earnt at the end of that five year period with ferociousness and ardour - I'll latch onto it with my little sharp pointy woman teeth and rip away at all the most tender parts of it's sweet sweet meats
It means that I will not be a housewife content to stay home and do the cooking and the cleaning and the loafing around doing absolute buggery all day until I get myself pregnant JUST BECAUSE I AM FEMALE
It means I will work out with my partner the best and fairest way for both of us to get the most out of our lives.
It means that I'll do the cooking whenever it's my turn to do the cooking or I feel like it. Damned if I'm going to do it because it's "my job", however.
I'll do the dishes as long as I never have to wash or hang out clothes.
We'll share the housework.
Some other pointers:
A man who can't look after himself isn't a man. That's a boy, dear.
Having a career doesn't mean that you leave your children at home alone. That's just plain stupid. Putting the effort into doing both is possible, but a lot of people don't seem to bother.
And a final closing point: I'm not actaully against people who chose to be stay-at-home mums, housewives if you will. I think it's great, and that they are just as respectable as people who chose to have careers. HOWEVER you're not going to stand there in your Womanlier-than-thou apron and tell me what to do with my life when I wouldn't do it to you.
Leviathal, if it doesn't exist, now needs defining: Leviathal, leviathan-like in proportions. Le-vi-ah-thal. squiggles.
I'm procrastinating because I've hit one of them thar critical points where you just lean back in your chair and say "Now, this RAIA membership card is a damn fine thing, and I also got an ipod today", and then reflect on the fact that you can't remember the last time you slept for more than four hours a night during the week, then you smirk and think (never sarcastically and always heartfelt) "fuck I love uni."
One bad thing about all this is that more and more I feel the need to swear. And I'm not talking about funny interjections into statements here and there, I'm talking the full on insane stream of expletives for no apparent purpose but to complain about the fact that I've still got five A4 concept drawings and 1 A1 drawing to go, and a whole lot of conflicting advice from tutors.
I mean.. it's kind of funny. The longer I spend at uni (this is my third year - 1 year of Bachelor of Arts + 2xyear of Architecture = 3.... =3 face) the more amusing inventive streams of curses (or even... not inventive2 become.
So yeah I got an iPod today. Because my beloved Zen Neeon 6GB, Lothair, has died. Luckily I can send him off to creative to get fixed/replaced, but the fact remains that I needed an external harddrive. I mentioned this to my parents (the sending away, I didn' t actually ask for anything) and then my dad was all "well, I just got a bonus and... you've been working really hard and we're proud of you" and my mum was all "likewise", so the end result (I'm pretty tired.. I don't really feel like recounting the whole story again srry) was that I got an ipod. It was very nice of my parents. It's a 30gb iPod video.
Lol video. What am I going to put on it?
The Llama Song of course.
By the way I named it iLlama, because I couldn't call it Lothair (because Neeon is Lothair) and I haven't been writing so I dont' haave any more pet protagonists to name it after. I could have called it iHorta for its elegance, however ipods are more of a minimalistic thing than an art nouveau inspired object, so that's entirely unfitting.
I think iLlama is going to stick. Just a warning.
1: RAIA = Royal Australian Institute of Architects (I joined under SONA Student.... Organisation... Nautical... Aardvark... Yeah I forget what SONA stands for. Hehe. Main point is that it cost me $80 to join rather than $400 or something). So yeah. I'm in with the posse now.
2: What was I talking about?
Oh yeah. As awesome as Architecture is, it's really bad for my:
- typing
- vocabulary
- SPELLING. I USED TO BE THE QUEEN AND NOW I AM JUST SOME DUMB PLEBE.
So yeah. Ghan is totally happy today.
Actually no, that's a lie. I'm pretty annoyed that I missed out on my Body Pump class because of incompetent gym staff, but I'll get over that because I'm going tomorrow at 6 instead. Anyone who's interested is more than welcome, it's $8 for UWA sports members (guild members basically) and $10 for non guild members, I do believe. If you happen to be a gym member it's free. So woot and all that jazz.
Photos of Ipod Glory for my own interest tomorrow, watch this space if you feel like it.
This is funny, and I enjoyed typing my reply.
NOW BACK TO WORK
OP: All of you women who keep leaving the house and having 'careers' and all that nonsense need to step back and look at what you are doing. You have all upset the natural balance of things! Men, as we all know, can't really fend for themselves in the home, and children certainly can't, and yet you all head out into the working world and leave them to obvious disaster.
So, the one thing I want to know is...what are you lot thinking? Are you wanting this madness to spread?
Honestly, you all embarrass me.
Get back in the kitchen and make a good meal. Hell, I know I will.
ME:
Lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
What, I'm sorry, was this a serious post?
Just a point before we start : Women with ambitions beyond being a housewife embarrass you?
Well, people who say that a whole gender can have a place embarrass me. People who don't accept that just because one style of living suits them doesn't mean it will suit everyone else embarrass me. And that goes for people who say women shouldn't have careers as well as people who say men shouldn't be involved in the raising of children.
Do whatever makes you happy, but don't tell me I'm embarrassing or mad or wrong.
Shouldn't you be scrubbing the floors or something anyway then? Komputahs are man businesz u kno. Wimmins shudnt be edukatd, an dey shudnt mes wit man's tings.
OH SORRY WAS I BEING FACETIOUS
MY BAD
RIGHT. Now into the INTERWEBS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS STUFF.
Step back and look at what I'm doing? Okay.
I'm living my life for me! Yes, that's right. I'm doing absolutely everything I can to make sure that my life is as fulfilling as it can possibly be. You know what that means to me?
It means that I will spend 5 years of my life doing this degree, spending god-only-knows how many sleepless nights over a drawing board or CAD screen designing and scheming my way through folio.
It means that I will pursue the career that I have earnt at the end of that five year period with ferociousness and ardour - I'll latch onto it with my little sharp pointy woman teeth and rip away at all the most tender parts of it's sweet sweet meats
It means that I will not be a housewife content to stay home and do the cooking and the cleaning and the loafing around doing absolute buggery all day until I get myself pregnant JUST BECAUSE I AM FEMALE
It means I will work out with my partner the best and fairest way for both of us to get the most out of our lives.
It means that I'll do the cooking whenever it's my turn to do the cooking or I feel like it. Damned if I'm going to do it because it's "my job", however.
I'll do the dishes as long as I never have to wash or hang out clothes.
We'll share the housework.
Some other pointers:
A man who can't look after himself isn't a man. That's a boy, dear.
Having a career doesn't mean that you leave your children at home alone. That's just plain stupid. Putting the effort into doing both is possible, but a lot of people don't seem to bother.
And a final closing point: I'm not actaully against people who chose to be stay-at-home mums, housewives if you will. I think it's great, and that they are just as respectable as people who chose to have careers. HOWEVER you're not going to stand there in your Womanlier-than-thou apron and tell me what to do with my life when I wouldn't do it to you.
Leviathal, if it doesn't exist, now needs defining: Leviathal, leviathan-like in proportions. Le-vi-ah-thal. squiggles.