So check out these words…

Obsequious - to be compliant.

Coalesce - to grow together. to fuse.

Praxis - habitual or established practice; custom.

Don’t they just roll off your tongue? I love them. And now I have to get back to reading Giddens’ and Marcuse’s ideas on identity so I can write this paper. =|

Had the coolest weekend! =D It started on Thursday night when Adam, Stan and Ben came over to Casey’s for pre-going-out-drinks. Adam, Ben and I went out but Stan and Casey stayed at home because they are both blouses. Anyway, MPs was so packed. We had to wait to get in which was a pain in the ass, but it was worth it. We met Kellie, but she vanished somewhere along the way. I was quite smashed apparently, and was dancing on the big speaker box - which was lucky, because if I wasn’t Mandy wouldn’t've been able to see me and we wouldn’t've been able to dance together and do Sambucca shots. By the end of that night (early Friday morning) Ben and I were stealing letters from a sign off the wall, but Adam and Ben weren’t man enough to help me smuggle them out. So the morale of the evening was that I am a man and all my other friends present (despite physiological evidence) are in fact girls. And I also have a giant ‘C’ now. =)

So with a big hangover on Friday, I didn’t get much done.. and I had to work Saturday… but Saturday night Casey and I went to Richos house for an Easter party which was quite the fun. Heps of people from high school were there, and it was good to catch up with the guys I hadn’t seen for ages. Anyway, because Casey was driving he heckled me into leaving there early so we could go back home and catch a cab to Craig and Grants for some drinkies there. So we stayed there ’til about 2ish and went home.

Then on Sunday we did lunch with my family at the Southport Yacht Club which was nice, then we met up with Zoe and Jason at Casey’s where Jason told us all about his new police stories. That was fun. Then we went to Caria’s 19th at Rosie, which was good because I’ve never actually been there and enjoyed myself because it’s normally such a hole. Then I worked on Monday (yay for double time and a half) and went out with LisaD, LisaG and Toni on Tuesday night to the Casino for some drinkies.

Anyway, that brings you up to speed. In conclusion, I am not an alcoholic. Although I have calculated I probably drank about 40 standard drinks this weekend. Which isn’t that bad, right?!

I finished reading my latest novel the other day - Due Preparations for the Plague by Janet Turner Hospital. It’s funny, I was never a big reader until about a year ago. I actually hated reading books. It was always like a chore. But after studying writing at Uni (Effective & Creative) for two semesters, I really became interested in literary technique and how a narative structure is produced, which in turn renewed my interest in books themselves.

It was a subject called Arts in Perspective that got me on to the author I’m obsessed with now - Hospital. Her writing is very different. Every page is like poetry, and her narrative is so enticing it’s hard to put the book down. She has a fantastically post-structuralist/postmodern approach to the way she links her story. She moves forward, backwards and then to the left of time quite naturally once you’re used to it. As with all things, I suppose.

Anyway, the first work of hers that I read was The Last Magician which is widely considered to be a postmodern piece of art. If you’re interested in writing and are up for a challenge, you should give it a go. Now that I’ve just read Due Preparations.. I’ve got Oyster on my shelf prepating to be devoured. I was thinking I should forray into something a bit lighter first though, or my head might exlode. Or else I might become too accustomed to her way of writing that I come to expect it from every book I read. hmN.

Why is it that these blog things are inclinded to begin with, “So anyway…”? Of course, you might say that it’s our own little way of deformalising what could otherwise be seen as a ‘published document’ which we would, under normal circumstances, compose with formal approach. It’s just curious, I thought.

…was fun. Adam, Stan and Ben came over to Casey’s and we got trashed, rang Tom in Canada and played the twenty questions game. But in the morning, everything went pear shaped.

When Casey got up, he passed out in the bathroom and chipped two of his front teeth, cut his lip, bumped his head and bruised his arms and back. Don’t ask me how his injuries were so comprehensive, they just were. So anyway, he crawls back into bed with blood everywhere and with his teeth missing. Needless to say, the rest of the day was spent at Doctors and Dentists, forcing out the laughs and smiles to questions like “So who won the fight?” and “Was it a left hook or a right?”.

teHjoY!

So I had this bizarre dream last night… well it was probably closer to early this morning… where I was at work and everyone was fighting. Like fully slapping each other around and rioting. But the staff seemed more like a class of students… a badly behaved one! So what did I do? I just went along and started trashing the place by pushing all the CDs off the wall and chucking all the DVDs all over the floor. Then I went to get my hair cut. =) Then I woke up.

Oooo, look at me. Actually blogging. I think I’ll be one of those sporadic blogger who only blogs once a month and does so en masse. Wow, I just used the term en masse… and then I had to look it up to make sure it was an actual term that actually made sense in context. And it does. I surprise myself like that sometimes. The right word or phrase pops into my head, so I bung it in, but then I second guess myself and go look it up. Perhaps this is relating to some kind of innate insecurity complex I have about something…

ANYway, yes - back to Uni. This semester I’m taking Lifespan Development for my Psychology component, Arts, Media & Culture and Sociology of Identity for my Cultural Sociology component and finally Producing Culture for my Arts in Creative Industries component. =) WTF DOES THAT MEAN?! you might be saying. And in response, I say “Hmn. You’re right, reader! WTF does that mean?” I’ll ask Sally, the automated voice that currently lives in Casey’s elevator.

So all my classes seem pretty cool. My favourite thus far is Sociology of Identity. The lecturer, Felicity, is a classic. We rock up to the first tute, and she makes us dance around making big arm movements and breathing like hippos. She said it was what the body wanted. Then we paired up with people we didn’t know and told each other one story three times. Then we drew crayon pictures about the stories - which Adam thought was interesting, before inviting my to his Equity lecture on Monday which I think I will cry during. I told him I’d bring my sketch pad and crayons though. He does Law, I do Arts.

Anyway, I have friends in all my classes which is great. Little nerdy girl who writes stories about birds whose name I don’t know, Kim from St. Micks, Courtney the alcoholic from the states who I drew as an orange line, Lachlan from the philosophy course I did last year and… well that’s it for now. But I will try and make more friends next week. Friends are fun.

So anyway, Tom from Canada has fully gotten me on to this wikipedia.com business. It’s this on-line Encyclopedia that anyone can add to, edit, etc. It’s awesome! It has articles on everything. I think I remember using at as a resource once for a Uni assignment, but I never really took the time to look at it in-depth. And now that it has been re-born to me, I love it! Love!

Yes, I am a geek. That is all.