Sydney Life

Last week, I got tickets to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers, so I was over the moon. As it turns out, my happiness was extremely short lived. I was going to contain my bad day rant to the highlights I recounted in a comment I left on Bailee's post, but seeing as it spilled over to Tuesday as well, I thought an entire blog would be necessary. Let’s recap on my week so far...

Monday:

I got really excited about the great weather so I wore a skirt. It ended up being windy. And I had decided to ride my bike.

After an interesting pedal past two construction sites and a man who I didn’t realise was watching me while I sung to myself (I guess it looked like I (a.k.a. crazeeee) was having a conversation with my imaginary friend), I arrived early at the Eastern Avenue Complex for my maths lecture. While I waited for my friend I decided to sit on the brick structure just inside the Carslaw Building which, as far as I can tell, serves no other purpose. It’s taller than a normal seat, and I’m shorter than a normal person, so I had to do a shifty shifty jump up, during which I plunged my hand into a half melted mountain of ice cream. Thinking it was water, I brushed my hand on my skirt, which consequently now has a dubious brown stain on it.

After lunching at the Engineering cafe where I bumped into someone that could have quite safely remained dormant in my memory bank, I had a Psych tute for which I had, at an ungodly hour the night before, spent quite some time doing the pre-tute work, and in which my normally-anal-about-pre-work tutor said, “dont worry if you didn’t do the pre work because we’re going to go through it all right now”. After my Astronomy lecture, in which my friend noticed, “hey, you didn’t trip over on your way in today!”, I decided it was time to get a coffee.

I have never, ever, ever (ever) seen the Carslaw coffee cart line as long as it was then. I guess 3.05pm is the time when everyone is going a bit downhill and are in desperate need of a caffeine fix, so I patiently waited my turn and about twenty people later I ordered and received my coffee with no fuss, only to remember that I had to be at work in 10 minutes and I had ridden my bike. I had trouble enough riding in that morning so I didn’t want to tempt fate and the disaster that would no doubt ensue if anyone, let alone someone as uncoordinated as me, tried to ride a bike and hold a coffee at the same time. Turns out it was a good plan, because even before I reached my bike I managed to spill coffee on my skirt (the poor thing has been through a lot), AND on my face. Really, just don’t ask how.

I ploughed through the afternoon, but just before bed I broke a toenail which decided to bleed insanely, and all I could find was one cutesy Bandaid with little prints of choo-choo trains on it.

Tuesday:

I woke up to a stabbing pain in my back, and after locating the source, proceeded to extract the earring I had idiotically worn to bed, from where it was lodged between my shoulder blades. Could today be worse than Monday, I pondered? You be the judge.

I got to uni in one piece, and on time, but got a bit of a slap in the face during my first tute when I got a Calculus quiz back. Not my best subject. My tutor sympathised with a consoling “it’s not as bad as it looks” as he handed it back to me - I looked at the mark and agreed with him. On the contrary, I was pretty happy with my effort, until I realised it was actually out of something slightly higher than I had originally conceived.

I trekked up to Wallace for a Psych lecture, where I sat down and realised that somewhere along the way I had dropped my lecture notes. My stats lecture that followed had no dramas, however during my lunch break I planned to print some readings at a computer lab, but the Fisher access lab line was longer than the one I had waited in for the RHCP tickets... luckily I had a secret weapon - the Education building access lab! A lot of people don’t know about it so it’s very often got at least one computer free. I commenced printing the notes, only to realise that the setting was on 6 prints per page, and the font turned out homeopathically small. I just compared it to a $20 note and lo and behold, it’s smaller than the writing on that. I ended up not having time to print it properly and made my way to an Astronomy seminar, and then on home.

Once I got home, all was good until I decided to whip out some nail polish - BAD MOVE when you’re having luck like mine. I spilt a blood red spot on my pristine, white sheets. It didn’t come out, and now serves forever as a reminder of the first-time experience every young girl goes through, and usually hopes to forget. With an exasperated sigh, I thought at least it couldn’t get worse. I mean, come on. I hung up the sheet I had scrubbed like crazy and still couldn’t get the tarnished spot off, and had folded up my futon to avoid more potential spillages. I started to write a whingey email to my friend about my ridiculously gloomy day, and got to the final point of me spilling the nail polish; and it was at that moment when I tipped the entire bottle over onto my tatami mat.

This too did not come out.

As of yet I have not shed a tear regarding my horrendous week, but it’s only Tuesday. At this rate of snowballing terror I’ll be at uni tomorrow with my skirt tucked neatly into my underwear, tripping down some stairs at breaking my front teeth on Thursday, and dodging bullets on Friday. I don’t want to become a self fulfilling prophecy however, so I’m remaining hopeful at the thought that tomorrow is a new day - please give me some encouragement :)

P.S. I just discovered a bruise in the same location of each of my ankles, both of unknown cause. Grrrreat. Though, still better than the time my aunty discovered a bruise I fervently claimed was also of unknown cause, on my neck.

See? I’m looking on the bright side!