What the Hell is going on?

Now, I'm no political genius. I'm not studying social work or politics, and I certainly don't know a thing about having kids....but What the Hell is Going On?

Horrible stories of child neglect in Adelaide's northern suburbs, followed closely by a similar incident in Canberra.

This cacophony of horror is complemented by a father gassing himself and his three children in Pericoe, and now, as I browse www.news.com.au, I read that a father has taken an axe to his two small grandchildren.

What child deserves these horrors? And why has it all come about, seemingly all at once? I would cry for these children.

ooooh, self-awareness tickles!

Observed something today. I have the terrible habit of falling in love with people. All I have to see is a sparkle in an eye, hear a passionate presentation, or read something profound, and all of a sudden I am theirs forever.

Potential stumbling blocks that come with this:
1. All my AIESEC friends are capable of/have displayed the above
2. I have a tendency to be -far too honest- with people when I'm drunk.

I've already made this mistake once, never again lol.

So yes, I fell in love this afternoon. And I'll keep that nice and close to the respect I feel for this person, and use those two feelings for the good.

It's Free!

Over the last few weeks, I have noticed a strange phenomenon taking over the streets of Adelaide. If you keep your eyes open, you will notice little chalkies appearing in odd places, all proclaiming "It's free!" i have decided to chronicle these little statements, and follow the author where ever he or she goes.
Drainpipe - Chinatown (yes, the photo is sideways - I suck) The big gate near Caos Cafe and Uni
Currie St
TAFE SA Currie St Campus (yes, again with the sideways-ness)

They have been popping up everywhere - walls, bus stops, gutters, even on the trams. I will report back with the results of my googling to find out what on earth this is all about.

Curiouser and Curiouser.

oops

Higher Ground - my new Stomping Ground

I found possibly the -coolest- place in Adelaide. Higher Ground is perfect. Chilled music, international dishes, good prices, student deals, great art and atmosphere.

I love it. It's also a place for the arts, with rehersal places and a generally arty atmosphere.

Love it. Did I say that already? Love it.

::EDIT::

This is the "Kurdish" dish - lentil soup with DIY spices. From the top: lemon something, green something (parsely?), chilli, salt and pepper.

Delicious!

I'm starting to learn things about myself, and my friends, that I just didn't know before. Stellar observation, right?

I shopped with a friend I thought had forgotten me - I got drunk to celebrate sucess - I learned what someone looks like when they realise they are in love - I told too many of my secrets - I dried someone else's dishes - I dissapointed someone - I learned I can't roll cigarettes - I was surprised with a bottle of wine - I had a craving for a cornish pasty because my hairdresser ate one last week - I can't pick up when my friends are watching - I have no fashion sense AT ALL - pizza with a friend is more important than gold - I am pretty sure there is no girl in Adelaide for me - I saw potential shining from an unexpected place - I am tragically addicted to lame websites - I fell in love with Saldechin - Bindi Erwin should not be a cocktail option, ever - I learned that I treat Adelaide like my loungeroom - I don't mind if I look like shit, it's my home.

All that and it's only Sunday arvo.

On Procrastination

Turns out that getting up at 7am and procrastinating until 11am is just the same as waking up at 11am.

Shame on me. What does one do in these situations? And don't say get off your bum and do it, because that is utterly unacceptable.

Realisation

Not everyone is an AIESEC junkie. How rude.

What do you mean you put studies before AIESEC?

Why do you look at me in meetings as if I've grown another head?

Why do you laugh at me when I tell you I do AIESEC dances at home?

TNs and EPs are IMPORTANT!

Let's not look at the next semester like this: Oh crap - look what we have to do. Look at it this way: gosh! Look at all those resources we have! Let's see what we can do.

Tides bring Change

Oh wow, how life can pick you up, spin you around, bash you about the head and then place you ever-so-gently back down - with the effect of noone seeing you ever dissapear in the first place.

I quit my job, and took for granted that I would pick up another within days. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I am still jobless, a month on, and wondering how on earth I've survived without income for those last four weeks. A mixture of spending savings, and the grace of my mum.

I will hopefully have a job next week. (Jon L tells me that I should say I will have a job - hoorah for The Secret and affirmations). There is an administration traineeship available, and there are only two people going for it. My "find a job for centrelink bums" lady put me forward for it. (n.b. I'm not recieving centrelink, just job agency help). It's fulltime, so it will be a big bloody challenge if I actually get it; I think I'll defer uni and just try work+AIESEC.

On a personal note, I'm noticing that the feeling of being happily single is wearing thin. I want to be happily well-liked by someone. I miss hugs and kisses. I miss movie nights and dinner. I miss having a reason to pay attention to what I'm wearing. Oh where for art thou, beauty?

Call me ;)

How do I feel?

I feel happy to experiment with www.ifeelfine.org.