sunday sesh and monday moods

following our WIN against a friend's team in touch last night, a sunday sesh was in order...involving drinks (starting very late), so late that i accidentally missed a friend's birthday at the RE, reminiscing on an old relationship with the ex, possibly spiked midori+lemonade which resulted in various body movements which may have looked as though i was throwing myself against a metal pole...all in all, a good night but definitely felt the affects of fun this morning.

i mentioned once before that there are just some people you meet in life who will always have a small place in your heart, no matter how long it is since you have seen them. and it is completely up to you, as to whether you would prefer to keep the relationship between the two of you idealised or not...a perfect friendship frozen in time or one which has the potential of being completely ruined. which is right? and where is the point where you know that you should take that chance, otherwise you will regret it forever?

unfortunately, some bad news today regarding travels...a friend (my travel companion in february 2010) was rejected from his host university due to 'lack of studio space'. i am sure they can pull up one chair and share the love around...surely they have seen clueless?

"So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, "What about the strain on our resources?" Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much."
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hunting for witches

i'm sitting, on the roof of my house
with a shotgun, and a six pack of beers
the newscaster says the enemies' among us
as bombs explode on the 30 bus
kill your middle class indecision
now is not the time for liberal thought
/ bloc party

i would rather be hunting for witches right now. fortunately, i have digested quite a few nurofen plus's and feel quite a bit better. armed with a 5 day medical certificate, i think i'm ready to tackle these horrible assignments. i've had a sober weekend and it has indeed been a bit of a comfort to wake up refreshed, not tired/hungover/unsure of the previous nights' events haha.

apparently, the cause of my discomfort has something to do with what is commonly known as a 'tension headache' - am i tense? i didn't believe so. perhaps, it's all this running around, organising this, fixing that, planning the next hour/day/week/fortnight/month/six months?! i'm going to make a conscious attempt to slow down my life - less multi-tasking, more focus and less procrastinating.

i've also decided (i had a bit of a big fat thinking day today, you see) that i am thoroughly sick and tired of going out, fortitude valley, wasting money on drinks and not being able to talk to my friends because of the doof-doof. my garage would be the perfect venue for a house party - i'm working on it. perhaps a english themed going away party in late august?
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donkey

my idea of a perfect saturday night definitely does not include:
a) writing an architectural history essay
b) nursing a 4 day headache + sinus which just won't go away
c) attempting an environmental management assignment

however, does include:
a) eating large bacon bones sized for dinosaurs in pea soup
b) afternoon cat naps to be interrupted by phone calls
c) css's 'donkey' on repeat
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