Saturday, 12 March 2011

I love this song. It makes me feel a bit better about myself, because I'm like this girl he's singing about.
 Mind you, at the same time it just makes me feel more and more confused about my current situation.
Still. It's pretty :)

"A Beautiful Mess"
Jason Mraz

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks ‒ they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
'Cause here, here we are, here we are
Here we are [x7]

We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"

Through timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth

And tides ‒ they turn ‒ and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it's nice today. Oh, the wait was so worth it.

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Uni's Back =]

There are times when I love sitting in the library for hours, alone at a table where I can spread, sort, and re-spread all my things. It's amazing how fast a 2x2m table can be covered when it's my seat of choice. Wednesdays I have 3 hours to kill between lectures and tutorials. Seeing as I'm a week behind in the readings thanks to my books being late, I figured it would be a good chance to catch up. This is all well and good..... until we get to stats.
It's not that its boring, tedious, and in a slightly weird font.... it's that I've heard almost all of it before, and the odd times I do skip paragraphs.... or..... pages as the case has been sometimes, theres a couple of sentences that are actually relevant. Just can't win on that one. Would seem I'm left with no option but to reread everything.
The fact that the group learning wing (or as i like to call it - the side with beanbags and noise) has interesting paintings adorning each wall, and often, well, weird conversations floating through the air.... it's pretty easy to find a reason to stop reading about the ethics of conducting research.
For example..... I got to hear about the lifestyle of another student (in relation to questions from an assignment i myself had just finished writing), and stare in quiet thought at a photorealistic painting of a crouched woman on a blue background. Did I mention she's also stark naked? Further down theres a black/white airbrushed thing which looks like someone's put a giant line of masking tape through the middle for no reason.
Theres also a watercolour of the Coorong, and a strange perspective painting of a childrens room, at least 2.5m x 2.5m.
All the same things to me as last year. just as familiar. Doesnt stop me wondering how the hell they picked a naked lady to crouch amongst children.

I've done some quick maths about homework loads this year and almost had a freakout. I'm expecting stomach ulcers by the end of november if this keeps up. They certainly hit the ground running in 2nd year. I mean, I do like weekly assessments, because it means there isnt a huge one at the end.... but its still irritating how much extra effort is involved in researching 8 or so different topics.
Not to mention the $$$ I need for art supplies each week. Feel the most unprepared for that one. I'm out of practice of keeping an art diary........ I'm so into words these days that I forget to draw a lot of the time, whereas my tutor is drawing like....ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Shes doing it even when she talks to us sometimes. I wonder if she realises she's doing it??
Maybe I'll end up like that - the slightly eccentric one, who's always interesting, but slightly...... odd. At all times.
maybe I'm already like that.
With all the work we have to do I think I might go crazy if I don't get it in some distinct order soon.

Heres hoping I survive the semester.