Don't Take Me Tongue Tied

*Blog should be read listening to The Shins' Australia. Aka my favourite song and the song that should be on everyone's Soundtrack Of Their Summer.

(I) Nights Out - I've been stuck back here in the homeland for two weeks now. Time continues, as ever, to evade any explanation as instead of speeding up when i'm doing loads, it appears to be going slower than ever. The affect of this is that I'm really quite drained because I feel like i'm simultaneously doing everything and nothing at once. This is really getting quite meta here.

I've gone out a few times - of course, my tolerance seems to just get lower and lower, (or maybe it's that plus the mixture of initial giddiness at being home and lasting giddiness of being in the company of a group of my favourite people,) resulting in unintentional wasted nights. Okay, it was three really, but god damn it. $10 vod and $10 jaeger were both bad ideas to be fair. Some high - (low) - lights:

• Esme (only sober one,) getting a zillion drinks of water at the bar for us drunkards. When the barmaid eventually refused to give any more, all it apparently took was a wasted Selina draping herself over Esme like some kind of wastegash ghoul before the barmaid hurriedly passed over bigger glasses.
• Me and Liz having a really detailed discussion with a guy we don't know all too well about contraception on the sidewalk outside carnies whilst I'm pretty sure a  few businessmen were listening in on our valuable opinions.
• Me having to one-up boyf of course. After he sent me a few (adorable) drunk messages, I just had to go and send not only a few non-cute texts but also decided to call him at three in the morning.
• Having the biggest slice of pizza ever and not quite knowing how to each it and being actually completely flummoxed.
• Marky popping out of nowhere every seeming two seconds with a new jaeger shot in hand. Every time I saw the test-tube filled with what now is comparable to THE WORST IDEA EVER, my drunken "YAY FREE ALCOHOL" completely stamped on my conscience who was quietly begging me to just go home.

There was also the girls' casual dinner which descended into free cocktails courtesy of Lan Kwai Fong ladies' night and the Long Island Ice Tea which I thought I could handle, and the second $10 vod night I just wasn't even going to go to but did anyway. Tough life, eh.

 

With dearest Lian and Jess fest, both of whom I have missed very much. Asian flush is just working it loud and proud right now in the photo.

  

Awh. We always do this - none of us keep in touch superbly well with each other but whenever we meet up again every few months, it's just instant story exchanging and catching up and it's not awkward and nice. And then we usually all just get fairly drunk.

 The next two are from Ali's birthday, where we went to the Beijing Club and somehow had access to unlimited 6L bottles of Moet Imperial champagne. Nice and expensive as it was, it still gave me a headache a few hours later. (Which I, of course, moaned loads about.)

 

  

(II) - Work & Uni. I've started working as of right now today. I will keep it brief because I know it's not really all that interesting. Teaching kids english. Thus far, I have witnessed a 3 year old girl and a 5 year old boy fight to the death over a blue felt tip, and had 2 girls 'cook' a baby doll in the 'oven' whilst giggling all the time. Well, at least I'm getting some income.

Uni housing is all sorted - I haven't talked about it here because despite rambling on at significant length about myself every entry, I still tend to skip out a lot of details. Basically I'm really excited, and I've also gone completely nuts in the planning of super idealistic events that I'm determined to get perfect. Because I'm a total Americaphile, we're celebrating thanksgiving in our household - and everyone WILL be fucking thankful - as well as holidays from various other cultures. No, it is not a blanket excuse to get drunk as much as possible.

(III) - Really long rambling bit of text you should probably skip unless you're super bored. Basically, right now I've got my lungs miserably fighting off the ridiculous wafts of pollution. The levels are off the charts and my already shitty lungs and struggling even more, especially as I'm now used to much cleaner air. It's ridiculously stuffy and hot and humid and busy and really - the most accurate word to describe this is that I just feel like I'm constantly suffocating outside.

It's just - two weeks? Seriously?! It feels like it's been an age. I've had the most tumultuous term with none of its lows being really too low, and the highs being amazing. Even nights just sitting on my bed with Kathryn and Lucinda making plansplansplans(!) for future adventures that will never actually happen, or bitching with Jordan when I just don't feel like working are being missed. 

Regardless, next year will still be good. I'll have fellow film geek Sophie with me so when I'm not busy coming up with elaborate schemes and re-re-re-re-decorating, week can geek out over lego batman or the latest superhero film to come out (Which is gonna be Man of Steel actually.)

I'm so excited for next year's modules already, which may make me sound like such a loser, but dammit, I love my course. Planning to storm through as many films as I can - and considering my set-up allows me to watch one one computer and internet away on the other, this is a lot - and spend the rest of the time working. Also planning to do more artsy stuff, although right now I'm at such a stuck for any form of motivation.

Plans are junk parties and just general going out and fairylight shopping and I'm making my sister watch Spiderman with me because no one else will. God, my life is so boring.