Anywhere that you want me to.

I want to be a Gilmore Girl. I really do. This is because on Friday night after pushing Mjec on to a tram I succumbed to the joys of JB HIFI. It really is one of my favourite places in the world (the others include Angkor Thom, the creek at my parents place, The British Museum, Hoan Kiem Lake and South Lawn at Uni). I also really can't walk past it without going in. The rational of course is that there are sales and as a poor uni student I can only buy things on sale (in truth this applies more to luxury items at the supermarket than TV on DVD which I really can't justify buying at all).

So of course series 4 of Gilmore Girls was on sale (the one where Alexis Bledel has alarmingly blue eyes - she looks like an alien) with a neon orange "Buy me NOW, I'm Cheap" sticker - who was I too rebut such a compelling argument? By the by, with slight alteration I could wear such a sticker when out on the town. So yeah I parted with my $26 ( I personally cost slightly less than that: 1 comment about me being smart + 1 comment about my pretty eyes/hair/fingernails + a jug of beer and I'm all yours).

Now I might be biased because I'm so in love with the Girls book reading, incredibly fast talking, coffee drinking and takeaway consuming ways and maybe it's because this was the Going Away to College series but I think Series Four is really incredibly tops. I have already finished it of course - and please don't work out how consistebtly I've been watching it since I got it. The ending was just so good! I think i'm going to watch it again when I've posted this. And I love Paris. I am worried that there is a disturbing ammount of Paris in me. Also Alexis Bledel looks really beautiful on this show, much better than in The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants where a major part of her charcter is her apparent attractiveness. maybe they had a really bad makeup department? That thought makes me happy. Also also, they're making a second movie of SotTP. Yay. I mean... *acts cool*.

It especially scary that I've finished it given that I went to see a movie on Friday night. I went with T and her best friend F to see Hot Fuzz. I don't want to judge people but I think this viewing decision makes me much more intelligent than people who went to see, say, Pirates. It was quite a funny movie with appropriate Tarintino style blood spray (not that I've ever seen Reservoir Dogs but I’m a consummate poser). The goriness was unsettling because we all had massive slabs of very chocolaty cake on Lygon street beforehand. I actually thought I was going to be sick. It was really weird because it was a 10:55 showing which for a hick girl like me seems tres late and when we went out on to the street after it was really deserted. Even though it was a parody I was still seeing assasins in black robes out of the corners of my eyes (Space Demons style). This is why I haven't seen grown up movies.

It was a fun excursion though added to by T and I revving up the hysteria on the way home. Sometimes my life seems exceedingly dull, but I really don't think that "having an exciting life" has to involve being wasted or jumping out of planes or sleeping with random people. seeing one of my favourite people in the world followed by cake and a funny movie at a random hour is almost exciting enough. (Note I'm leaving the loophole in case random guys are reading this). Sorry for the abuse of brackets. This is how my mind works, in brackets.

Instant Memory Trigger System

Well, I had my dinner and T's at the gym. No one is on MSN and I only have three lots of reading to do. So here I am again. I'm really terribly good at being inconsistent. So I thought I'd let you in on some other musings. How incredibly exciting for you.

Primarily an incomplete list of things that remind me of 'Nam
(and yes I know, the going on about Vietnam has stopped being cute {if indeed it ever was} and become boring but hey, get over it.)

*The Arctic Monkeys (particularly the line from Fake Tales of San Francisco about "weekend rockstars in the toilets praticing their lines" because I always felt like a fake teacher on Sundays when I was putting off writing lesson plans) The Spice Girls, "Oops I Did It Again", the cover of The Ben Folds Five album, "Six Months on a Leaky Boat", Belle and Sebastian, Dido
*Chillies and garlic in seperate containers
*Humid weather (when you have to suck the air in), heavy rain (when it lands in fat drops but you don't really care because you aren't cold)
*Redheads at a distance (especially when they have long curly hair or short shoulder length hair)
*Motorbikes and scooters and bikes
*Cute asian boys with dyed blonde hair and just-pressed clothes
*Cracked footpaths
*Sentences that begin "I think maybe..." (I invariably laugh)
*The hammer and sickle

It's incredible I (basically) function on a daily basis. This list is getting shorter, which is a good thing. You atatch new memories to things as time passes. In the end it's just those little feelings, tastes and sounds that do it for me. There's a lovely section in Feeling Sorry for Celia where she talks about the Instant Memory Trigger System (or something like that). My IMTS is in top working order. Certainly not just about 'Nam. There's a horse and hay smell which always reminds me of trying to get on to Molly (my first horse) bareback, and failing. Plastic moulded chairs will always remind me of college. The shampoo that I'm using at the moment, crazily reminded me of Angie til I realised that that was because she was the one who said it was good, as she used it. Little Things by Good Charlotte (how embarassing) will always remind me of: my first boyfriend singing it on the phone, how horrid high school is and Mjec grining and calling it "the true loser anthem" (which I believe he meant as a compliment).

To hang around and tap us on the shoulder

So, two weeks, huh? Oups. I did start writing a post several times. I've also composed many in my head. The writing I do in my head is much better than anything I'll ever put to paper. I just read Mjec's blog and that led to me listening to Straylight Run which led to a sufficiently introspective and melancholy mood for blog writing. Not that I've been non stop happy the last two weeks. Quite the contrary. Not quite throwing yourself in front of traffic angst (or should that be anxt?) but a sizeable amount of Uni concern. Mostly about things which turned out fine. I just got worked up. Instead of throwing mysely into on coming traffic I watched a lot of Hugh Grant movies with the audio commentary on, I suppose this is prefferable to the former response. I was cheered up to get my History essay back which I did well on and got lovely comments for. I just get stressed because unlike at highschool/college everyone at Uni pretty much wants to be here and got 90 points plus. Although there are some people I'm convinced got in due to some kind of clerical error.

As tends to happen with me I'm looking for some grand plan to aim for. I don't do well without them. Currently I want to go to the U.S. for a semester. This is very unreasonable at this point due to money and probably grades. So I think I'll try to get into the U.S. trip that they do with the History subject I'm doing this year, next year. It's only for 3 weeks and isn't cheap but It'd be a nice way to decide if I could actually hack Americans for 4-5 months. It's also with my totally cool History proff. and goes to some great places. So that's the current plan. Stay tuned as I'll no doubt have changed the plan to volunteering in Dominica in a few weeks.

Ok I'm going to heat up some food.

Revolution is just a tshirt away

I really do get a high from philosphy. Although today it was a bit tempered by the subject matter. 2.4 billion people live on less than $2 US a day. I'd never really got purchasing power paraty before, but now I do. It means that they can buy the equivalent of what $2 can get you in America. Which really isn't very much. Peter Singer believes that we could reach the millenium development goals if each person in adeveloped country gave $100 a year. He also believes you can save a childs life with $200. What upsets me almost as much as these figures is the fact that a lot people don't even realise that this is real. It reminds me of this xkcd comic. Well, if a baby girl or boy dies in the Congo he/she dies in real life. (As an aside why do we put the infront of african country names? Maybe I shouldn't but I want to say the Congo or The Sudan). It worries me that people think not owning an Ipod or something makes you poor. Obviously I am a complete hypocrite. I just complained to T about being "so poor" when my bank balance could save the lives of several african children. This is all very me circa grade 11 when I went through an incredibly self indulgent guilt stage. I know feeling guilty in it self doesn't help and I'm kind of glad I don't as much anymore. Partly for selfish reasons and also because I was all "people are dying so I feel bad, woe for me" which is rather missing the point. But part of me worries that that's what happens to everyone. We get desesitized so much. It's like that George Bernard Shaw quote “A man who is not a communist at the age of twenty is a fool. Any man who is still communist at the age of thirty is an even bigger one.” What if it's not about maturity but rather you just stop caring?

Ok now I'm really depressed. Woe for me.