In between CSS right now...

Noosa

Originally, I was going to post a large to epic travel journal detailing the exploits of the Fearsome Five (Amy,Ash,Dean, Emma and Jes –aka.me) during our 72 hours in the paradise that is the Sunshine Coast, but I’ve rethought that one. The travel journals exist in a word document and they always will, but due to a conversation I had in the spa on the last night with Emma and Amy, I won’t be. I remembered we decided amongst the bubbles and the bubbly that what happens in Noosa stays in Noosa. I myself don’t have details of deviancy to divulge – well, many.
But I have decided to give you guys a “succinct” summary of what transpired, in point form, over the coming weeks.

Friday
Time spent in car: 5.5 hours.
Time spent at service stations: 15 minutes (damned lines).
Time spent at McDonalds Drive-ins: 6 minutes.
Amount spent at Dan Murphy’s (grog shop (American translation: Alcohol shop): $300
-1 carton of Passionfruit Vodka Cruiser.
-1 carton of Raspberry Vodka Cruiser Double Black
-1 bottle of Midori
-1 bottle of Bomborra
-1 bottle of Jose Cuervo (Tequila for any ignorant people out there).
-6 bottles of assorted wines.
Amount spent on food: $60
Drinking Games?: Four Kings, Never Ever
Time spent getting ready to go out: 4 hours, 30 minutes.
Worst/Funniest thing to happen to me whilst getting ready: Amy burning my back with a straightening iron two minutes after I told her to be careful not to burn me (she was hilariously drunk at the time – me so so).
Taxi Fare (all night inclusive): $28
Night –Clubs: The Rock
Prospective male dance partners: 7
Hiding Place from the former: Dark corner with Ash and Dean, not realizing Emma and Amy were almost sucking face 1 meter away (not with each other).
Drinks Units consumed (at club): 1 Jaeger bomb, 2 vodka and raspberry’s, 1 vodka and Cranberry, 1 southern comfort and coke.
Number of Drunkards I had to take home: 2
Time spent at Taxi Rank waiting to go home: 40 minutes
-It would have been twenty five if it weren’t for Dean’s pie and sauce. Bloody hell.
Time spent waiting up for maggots who forgot their room key: 3 hours and thirty minutes.
Time I went to sleep: 5am
To be continued…

Fads
6 months ago I was always available, well not always, but I was mostly accessible one way or another and full of idealistic hope. I had hope for this community, this assorted conglomeration of word artists, bullshit artists and wannabe’s of both kinds. Now I stumble into getLit and I feel like a relic of “old” times. I have come to the realization that, chatrooms are like fashion trends, fads and stylistic do’s and don’ts. They change every season and it’s never the same again, one way or another. Sure, ideas are recycled, the fabric I guess is still there after the fact but the faces (or screen-names) change, power plays, ego’s and trips are eaten by the commoners, the wagoneers and the pioneers.
Like I said, I feel like a relic.
Critique lies on a spectrum of being downright rude or downright patronising, I have not seen one good critique in a chat with the exception of fellow relics (:devPinkMcCoversong:, *SpokenAubade, =smoking-mirrors etc) since the closure of DL.
I have observed those who try to pick fights and justify it with a, ‘If you can’t take critique you’re in the wrong place.’ Normally I would agree with this kind of ideology, but if you’re going to give a critique, please, actually get off your sanctimonious arse and LEARN how to critique first. Selling bullying as critique shouldn’t be tolerated.
Ideally I should be addressing this to the moderation of said chatrooms, but until the moderation of said chatrooms starts to pick up their collective crap and get it together… Well, I hope and feel as though a change is coming and if it isn’t, well you guys are severely failing the promised evolution.
Uni
Swamped. Happy, successful in the grading scheme of things thus far, but absolutely fracking swamped.

Work
I have regular hours now, on specific days at kind of specific times. It’s kind of challenging balancing full time Uni with part time work and all the other commitments I have within the University. Not to mention boyfriend, housework (honestly I am just the cook, he does most of it – besides the washing up) and writing. The very latter I haven’t done much or any of in a very long time. Making me cranky.

Pending Projects?
Perhaps. Maybe. With ^StJoan. Perhaps.


Quote:

Ash: Lucky we don’t have drugs (said sarcastically – though she didn’t have any drugs at all – when a cop walked into the pharmacy Amy and Ash were in).
Amy: Why would we have dogs?

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