To answer Kubsey's question...

I quote an article in the Melbourne University student newspaper, Farrago (see link above):

COLLEGE SEX EXPOSED!
by Lisa Picone.

The theme of this issue is Sex - how lucky. In this sneak-peek into college life, it will invariably surface anyway.

Ahh, College and Sex. Like Pubs and Beer, they can be enjoyed separately but are so much more interesting when combined. And there is plenty of pubs and beer involved: Sundays at Mooseheads [where's that? asks Saxman], Mondays at Naughtos, Tuesdays at Clyde, Wednesdays at dirty P.A's, Thursdays at Puggs, and weekends to recover.

The chemical fusion of young females and males reveling in their new-found freedom from home is further catalysed by copious amounts of alcohol, resulting in a crazy concoction of sex and drama. It's not only the science students who seem interested in getting up close and personal with human biology.

At St. Mary's College, population 165, there have been over 60 different pick-ups this year that I know of. Most of these involve only about 10 different people but it still goes to show what an inbred little community we are. [Damn straight, Mary's. -Saxman]

Many a student has been busted as they perform the Walk of Shame, aka the Dawn Dash. Waking up to discover you're in a strange room, you gather your things and hope no one else is awake, creeping back to your room. You think you've got away with it. But as you walk into the dining room, the sound of hundreds of spoons banging against the table greets you, adding to your splitting hangover headache. Yes, everyone does know about your little sleep over last night. We call this spooning (obviously of a different sort to the type you may have experienced the night before).

My personal favorite Walk of Shame would be a Mary's girl trekking back from Queens the morning after a ball, dress in hand, wearing the lucky guy's footy shorts and bluey. Pure class. Some notable spoonings this year involve our President picking up a fresher in O-Week (strictly forbidden) and a certain Mary's metrosexual going home with - not one, but two - Janet Clarke Hall girls.

As you can see, I am now enlightened on one form of 'spooning', but not on the "night before" type.

May I add that my college experiences have not included spooning. And I think my college is a little less full-on than Mary's and the other Crescent Colleges.

Today I will write about meaningful stuff.

POTTED CACTUSES!!!!!!


OR MAYBE CACTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


WE LIKE THE MOON

BUT NOT AS MUCH AS A SPOON


Last night, I learnt that there were two definitions of 'spooning'. But I only found out one of them.

Today i will write about nothing.

Do I have too much on? Every blog I write seems to be full with stuff, and there's always more to be written. I look at some other people's blogs and they can spend all this time talking about crap, and their feelings, and what happened years ago and how they have nothing to do. Whereas my life is one big blur. It just rolls along to the next thing, and the next thing. All this stuff which I have to do, or choose to do. It eats away at my life. Some people would say this is a good thing, that I keep myself occupied and I'm busy with all this fun stuff, and I'm enjoying life and I'll always have something to do with my time. But I think I need to learn how to relax. Not to be lazy. I do that all the time. I want to know how to slow down, care about people around me, give time to them and be a lot more laid-back. I admire people who are laid-back, for some reason they seem to float around not worrying about too much, and ready to jump into anything that comes their way. Every day people want to share in my life, and a lot of the time I don't feel like I can give them what they want because I have too much on. Or i THINK I have too much on. Aah, structure! Organisation! The words my life was born without.

Anyways, just wondering aloud.

Thinking...

I think I left my watch in the lecture theatre. Don't know how though, it's never fallen out of my pocket before. And now there are incriminating photos of me plastered all over the college network from the op-shop ball on Thursday night. I may put some up for public observation on my Flickr site, but they do involve me wearing a horrible yellow item of female clothing.
And then my party last night! A joint party with Sowmiya, a girl from Ridley, at the Big House - this great place on Sydney Road which we got for free. We went to The Spot afterwards and danced. And I drank my first shots! Woohoo! No turning back now.

Listening to Frail, by Jars of Clay.

And tonight my family shouted dinner. All together, very loudly. "DINNER!" Ah, bad jokes. It was nice. I need to learn French, though. Voulez-vouz couchez avec moi? Or however you spell it? [ahem, that wasn't an invitation people]
I must go and do less thinking. One day I will write more meaningful stuff on here. But every time I want to do that, it ends up sounding clichéd and tryhard.

My sister is awesome! As is my girlfriend! As are so many people I know. Man, I'm lucky to know so many awesome people. I guess whoever you are, you tend to attract friends who have something in common, so you're always going to think they're awesome. Meh. That doesn't change the fact! Don't touch me there! That's not what you were saying last period of time when things get all dark and stars come out and the sun hides on the other side of the planet and shops close! Like a moose! With knobs on! Indeed.