I Just Don't Know!
January 4th 2007 02:38
I have a favour to ask.
Please.
I implore you.
Please, if you see me and you need to ask directions - find someone else! I can't do it, even if I know where you need to go, I cannot put it into a coherent, useful form. I realise the absolute farce when I am in this situation is highly amusing, but really, it just results in a frustrated stranger and an embarrassed Catie. I look completely lost at all times, so please ask someone who looks a little less like they've stepped out of a vortex into another dimension a'la Sliders. I should point out that despite the vast contrast in size and experience; the results are the same whether in Sydney or back in Tamworth:
"Oh, gosh, um - well, see that building there with the awning? Well if you go left and straight up the street you'll see a post office on the right. Keep going and you'll see a cafe, and across the road there's a red thing, and that's not it so turn up the street with trees - I can't remember the name of it, but there's a footpath. Um...maybe ask someone when you get there what way to turn and it should be right near the pub. Was that helpful? No? I'm sorry."
Oy vey, I really fail at directions. So, to the lady who asked me how to get to the art gallery today, I'm really sorry. You're probably cursing my name right now as you make your way back into the Tamworth CBD from Alice Springs. Oh well, at least I'm completely unbeatable at mimicking Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights (complete with interpretive dance) and singing Karma Chameleon on Singstar.
My lack of consistency with posting has been due to two things - having a rather big NYE celebration, resulting in my ringing in the New Year by throwing up everything I had eaten in 2006, and my birthday on January 2nd. I turned twenty and celebrated by having a chilli eating competition with my boyfriend, and having dinner with friends. It was nice, and was made even sweeter by receiving a lip-shaped beanbag as a gift.
I have been thoroughly enjoying my break so far, the peace and quiet of my family's out-of-town residence is very refreshing, and with the ambiance only breaking on the occasions when my parents fight about matters such as spark plugs and who indeed was the ugliest Prime Minister. Still, I have an aching to rejoin the fast-paced race for success, and I actually miss the comfort of my University community...I will look back on this post and laugh when the school year resumes and all I do is endlessly complain about people foisting flyers in my face (I don't care about your stupid medieval society! Go darn some socks and stop showering by yourself, git!) and walking slowly in stairwells.
Please.
I implore you.
Please, if you see me and you need to ask directions - find someone else! I can't do it, even if I know where you need to go, I cannot put it into a coherent, useful form. I realise the absolute farce when I am in this situation is highly amusing, but really, it just results in a frustrated stranger and an embarrassed Catie. I look completely lost at all times, so please ask someone who looks a little less like they've stepped out of a vortex into another dimension a'la Sliders. I should point out that despite the vast contrast in size and experience; the results are the same whether in Sydney or back in Tamworth:
"Oh, gosh, um - well, see that building there with the awning? Well if you go left and straight up the street you'll see a post office on the right. Keep going and you'll see a cafe, and across the road there's a red thing, and that's not it so turn up the street with trees - I can't remember the name of it, but there's a footpath. Um...maybe ask someone when you get there what way to turn and it should be right near the pub. Was that helpful? No? I'm sorry."
Oy vey, I really fail at directions. So, to the lady who asked me how to get to the art gallery today, I'm really sorry. You're probably cursing my name right now as you make your way back into the Tamworth CBD from Alice Springs. Oh well, at least I'm completely unbeatable at mimicking Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights (complete with interpretive dance) and singing Karma Chameleon on Singstar.
My lack of consistency with posting has been due to two things - having a rather big NYE celebration, resulting in my ringing in the New Year by throwing up everything I had eaten in 2006, and my birthday on January 2nd. I turned twenty and celebrated by having a chilli eating competition with my boyfriend, and having dinner with friends. It was nice, and was made even sweeter by receiving a lip-shaped beanbag as a gift.
I have been thoroughly enjoying my break so far, the peace and quiet of my family's out-of-town residence is very refreshing, and with the ambiance only breaking on the occasions when my parents fight about matters such as spark plugs and who indeed was the ugliest Prime Minister. Still, I have an aching to rejoin the fast-paced race for success, and I actually miss the comfort of my University community...I will look back on this post and laugh when the school year resumes and all I do is endlessly complain about people foisting flyers in my face (I don't care about your stupid medieval society! Go darn some socks and stop showering by yourself, git!) and walking slowly in stairwells.
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Comment by Oblivion
I can't really speak for anybody else but I know that I'm anticipating a little less involvement in writing. Particularly because I will have to write for other classes or read. But, I'm thinking of ways to combat this.
There is one thing, though, that I wish you could re-consider. Involvement in organizations on campus. I am in my second year right now (same as you I think, happy belated birthday by the way) and school organizations are a great thing to be a part of. Maybe I got it all wrong and you just don't like Medieval society... But still regardless, volunteer work of any kind will help towards your resume especially if you get an officer position like president...opps err...I mean prime minister. I'm sure there's something out there that will catch your eye.