Lazy Uni Student

I dont think I've seen the sun for at least a week now. Of course waking up at nearly midday doesnt help. Today it didn't rain but sun never appeared. The fog from last night lifted but, it was still so damp that its like well... you know how when you get out of the shower and you try and dry off in the bathroom but you can't get completly dry because the shower mist is still hanging in the air? Like that. Outside. All the time.

Good excuse to spend stupid amounts of time gaming and watching movies though.

It's now over. Sat the psych exam yesterday, think i may have done ok, but i'm not really sure, I didn't actually do any study for it so it will be interesting. Suggested to a friend that we should go to the pub to celebrate. Just One Beer was the line I used to buy her. She accepted and off to the pub we headed. So it began...

On the way to the pub we meet this crazy guy from our psych class that i've never said a single word to all semester, and he's get's all chatty and stuff, says he's gonna meet us at the pub. cool. But we're only going for Just One Beer. This guys is a bit older, one of those strangedonelotsofcrazythings and nowhe'stryingtofigureoutwhy by studying psych guys. Interestingly after talking for a while i found out he's from ohope. He's got five kids, and he used to be a speed addict and now he works in a drug rehab clinic.

Where do these people come from? How come i always end up findig them? I don't mind really, i enjoy talking to people who have bizarre histories. anyway, i have learnt as a result of last night that it's not a good idea to hang out with only psych students at the pub. We talked about some weird shit, got some funny looks from the regular people who were talking about 'normal' stuf like rugby or the girl they hooked up with last night. Needless to say Just One Beer turned in to Just Keep Drinking Till I've Got No More Money.

I got to the point where I had actually drunk myself sober. I went into that hyper aware analyising my surroundigs mode and making commentray on the social dynamics to the person sitting next to me, who i'd only met that day too. The girl that came with me to the pub vanished with her boyfrien. Damn boyfriends always getting in the way of a good time. Somehow we ended up in a different pub that is joined on to the pub we were at first. But this pub was like the pub from Once Were Warriors. i wasn't the only white person there, but i was the only white person dressed like a white preson. I think i was the only person in the pub whoses pants actually fitted.

I started talking to this maori girl, and shes drinking and smoking and telling me how she had to remove her bellybutton ring when she got pregnant. I say - oh so whos looking after your little one now? she laughs, stands up, and to my horror i realise shes still pregnant. i gave her the dissapproving stare, and she says - yea i know but my mum drank when i was in her belly and my aunty did it too and we all turned out alright.

*sigh*

I'm sure there was a point to all this and maybe at a later date i'll tie it all up but right now i need to nurse my hangover...

Why?

I meet a nice girl and I like her but I can't have her. I'm like JD on Scrubs. Last week he got Elliot, the chick he's been after since the series started. At the very end of the show she says - i'mallyoursnow - or something to that effect. Instantly he realises he doesn't want her anymore. I'm a unique individual right? So why then can my life be so easily mirrored by a goddamn TV program?

I met this girl when i was in whakas for matt's shindig. shes nice, pretty, fun. All the prerequisites met. She's kinda young, but she wouldn't be the youngest chick i've been with this year. Don't worry she's at least legal... But she lives in Whakatane. damn. i have no desire to move to whakas. To be honest i don't really wanna live there again until i'm retired. So as a poor uni student, i'm screwed, and not the way i'd like. If i get a job, i'll have no weekends to go see her. I fi don't get a job i'll have no money to get there. She's can't get over here too easily either, she's got no licence for six months.

So i should write her off. When i apply logic to the situation it's plainly obvious that it's an impossible situation. It's never gonna work out.

That.Makes.Me.Want.Her.So.Much.MORE.

I haven't even slept with the girl yet.

There's even more reasons why this shouldnt happen. Certain people have said the - shestrouble stayawayfromthatone - line that increases the desire. She's naughty? I love the naughty girls. Always go for the girls that are most likley to hurt me. They're the most fun.

I found out that anyone can comment on my blog! I just had to change a setting. Now you don't have to register to comment. So you've no excuses now...

So i realised the other day as i strolled home from uni, that potentially i just made the most boring post ever. it happens i guess. but i read it again today, and you know, it wasnt that bad. I've definatley made worse.

Got my email today, asking for money to retain my utterlypointless .com but i've long since decided that it should be laid to rest. Hopefully it'll get snapped by some fresh young company, and become as famous a name as google.com then i can brag about being the first one to own it and how I just gave it up because it wasn't that cool anymore. Dreams are free.

Went out on Sat nite with darryn. Was an interseting nite and once again I proved to myself that I really don't enjoy going out in hamilton that much. Dunno why I keep going out really. Self-inflicted torture. Like one of those people that cuts themselves just to remind themselves what pain is. It's a sensation I guess, what every understimulated mind craves.

Anyway, I decided I'd had enough to drink to adquetly forget most of the night, and began the stumble home. Waited for the free bus back to uni, 'cause I'd spent my taxi money by that stage. Bus didn't turn up, but the Dinsdale Slapper did. This girl i'd met earlier in the night sneaks up on me at the bus stop, and was like - comehomewithmei'llgiveyouaridehomeinthemorning - and i'm like - hmmmmridehomewithnotsohotchickorfortyminutewalkhome - so I go with the girl.

Cue: sunshine, hangover, waking up in an unfamilier bed.

You know how they say your life flashes before your eyes before you die? Well I'm sure the same thing happens in the morning after, in the 2 seconds after I woke up my mind flashes through the images of the previous night, and i break out in a cold sweat. ohmigod iminbedwithahideousslapper and idon'tknowwherethefuckiam. As it stood I was in Dinsdale, which is somewhere in the i don't know region of Hamilton. No idea how to get home, no taxi money in my pocket. I can tell ya it'll go down as one of the most horrific moments of my life. I got the DS to drop me off back on my side of town, and she figured it was a good idea to bypass the hospital and visit her friend who has some rare obscure respiratory condition, WTF? At this point I decided I was either entertaining some bizarre paranoid delusion, or the DS was completly psycho. Neither option seemed good.

After the added trauma of the hospital incident, I had my first wise thought for at least 24 hours, and got the DS to drop me a good block away from my house. The last thing I need is a psycho stalker girl.

Well it's now study week and I've spent my time as any good uni student should. I got the hell out of the waikato and spent some time in the company of friends. Sponged a ride off Hollie Steve and Nick, for which i am grateful, to whakas for matts farewell knees up. It has to be said, i think Whakatane knows how to put on a damn fine party and could teach the wannabes here in the "Mighty" Waikato a thing or two. Fantastic night, even more so because i remember almost the entire night and i didnt spew, i guess theres a first time for everything. I then jumped in the car with matt and ended up in wellington with all his stuff somehow. moved him in to the flat. super tiny little place just off aro rd, very cool location. i'm hella jealous. Then we jumped in the car again and somehow ended up back in whakas. a good nights sleep, jump in a car again, and this time i wake up in the tron. damn.

Time to study/procrastinate some more.

Thank God! Praise be to Allah, and hare hare hare Krishna. I'm so glad this damn semester is over. Actually it was kinda fun, but cos' i'm a slacker and leave everything till it's due yesterday i end up with a whole pile of stress. Not fun. Now it almost over, just have to wdae through a mountain of study for my exams and finish off one assignment. Sigh. Going to Matts tomaoorow and I'm gonna get horrendoullsyr pished make a fool of myself and generally annoy everyone at the party. Seriously. I am.