29 February 2012

First Day.

An outfit post!  What is this witchery?  Time to get back into the swing of blog things.  And study things.  Urgh study.  Lectures are daunting.  They whiz through so quickly.  Sorry Professor, what was that insightful thing you just said? Could you please repeat?  Or at least leave slides up long enough for us to copy them down.  I expect I'll feel overwhelmed and ridiculous for this semester.  Or the rest of my life.  Hyperboles always make me feel better.

Attended a meeting for Debating (or was it Drinking?) Society yesterday.  After short announcement everyone was invited back to a flat for cheeky Tuesday night shindig.  Let's acknowledge that it was a TUESDAY night.  Woohoooo?  I attended said Tuesday flat party, for 15 minutes.  More to be able to say I attended than actually wanting to socialise on a Tuesday night.  Seriously Tuesday?  

Not trying to be artistic, insanely difficult to take full length outfit photo.

As worn on first day of lectures:
Shirt - Random retro shop in Otaki
Mullet Dress - Jay Jays $15.  Never call these 'asymmetrical' or 'waterfall'.  No point beautifying a mullet.
Scarf - Yaks n Yetis
Earrings - Kismet.  Resin and Kimono fabric.  Apologies for lack of link.  They're pretty underground
Polish - ~Justin Beiber~ for OPI <3 xoxoxo gg ;P

Whilst blogging I recieved text saying "Learn more! Revise!".  I will attempt.  :/

19 February 2012

Going Well to the Great Perhaps.

Tonight I come to you as a bona fide University Student.  Let's just take a moment to appreciate this.  It's been misimagined, stressed over, longed for and dreamed about since I first heard parental mythologies of student days.  The chapter where Anne goes to Queens was bookmarked for reference halfway through last year.  And now here I sit, in a knitted poncho, in a Hall of Residence, in New Zealand's oldest University.  

Although bursts of emotions have preceded University I don't feel particularly momentous or sentimental.  Moving in didn't feel profound; it just happened.  Experience has not been sullied by expectation but I feel the build up to this amazing thing has been an occasion in itself.  Urgh that sounds disgustingly try-hard-philosophyish.  Apologies.  

Meeting new people is pretty wonderful.  We must savour the awkwardness for soon it shall pass and we will know each other far too well.  The social need to be extrovert and exhibitionist to fill the holes of not knowing anyone is tiring.  Having a solitary, not-lonely moment in room (Although am very glad of art from home and John Green books to keep me company).  The clothes on floor feel like me.  The scratchy dust cover on bed does not.*  Wagon Wheel on repeat is comforting.  Not by weeping, but in a slightly unfamiliar disconcerting way, do I feel homesick.**  It doesn't sound like home.***  But I type that and look at the photo of my Grandparents and any frown is flipped.  It was time to go and it is good.

Dad wrote me to "Go Well" in my University adventures.  Deserve Success.  Do hard things.  Looking for Alaska**** starts of with the seeking of something radically other: "'I go to seek a Great Perhaps.' That's why I'm going.  So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps."  The Great Perhaps is upon me.  Time to fulfil a wanderlust with learning, new friends and frolicking.  

My room is HUGE.  Instead of the Cupboard Under the Stairs I found Narnia when I opened the door.  

*Mother Dearest, could I please be sent my duvet and tri-pillow with the next car coming my way?  And A3 paper, green wool coat and the small brown bag with long strap?  It is hanging in the left side of my wardrobe.  Thank you very much.
**This song is the sole reason for pleasing English marks.  Bluegrass calms a girl down.
***Dave, I miss your singing.
****I am unironically enthusiastic about John Green's authorship.