The Naked Guy

On ANZAC day, while everyone was enjoying their long weekend, I had to go to uni. Our teacher decided that since we usually have class on Mondays, we'd have to make up for the missed one which we could either do at the end of the semester, cutting into our holidays or we could just have it on Monday. I was very annoyed with this arrangement because it's not like people who don't go to work on a public holiday have to make up for it on another weekend. If that was true, there'd be no point in having public holidays.

In class we were supposed to draw a nude male model. I thought we were going to start drawing when the teacher told the guy that we were going to begin and he took his clothes off. Never having been in these sort of situations, I didn't know if it was rude to look at him before we started drawing so I decided to focus on the pretty picture on the wall.

Instead of getting to it, the teacher decided that it was a good time for introductions and asked the guy to tell us a bit about himself, while he was naked! As soon as I took my focus off the pretty picture on the wall, my face started to contort into a giggle because it was so wierd to have to take the naked guy seriously. He had no clothes on and was freely contributing to an intellectual conversation about the history of drawing nudes. That was too odd.

I never thought that seeing a nude model would make me laugh. I blame the girl next to me who at the beginning of class put the idea of giggling into my head ("I hope I won't giggle," she said).

I didn't want to be seen as the immature girl who couldn't distinguish between a 'nude model' and a naked guy. This was art, not some joke.

I tried thinking of a grey fabric (something I used to envision when my eyes watered). However, this time, this image failed me. I was looking more immature by the second, trying to force my face into a serious and sophisticated expression.

Drastic measures had to be taken. I had to think of something very depressing to save my reputation and keep my pride. Now, what could really depress me? Oh! How could I even give that question any thought? I imagined the grim reality of never getting married. Any smile was immediately wiped off my face. Although I did start to see the ridiculousness of thinking about never getting married while the naked guy was talking about new laws that prevented people from taking photos on the beach.

When we finally got to the drawing part, things started to get better, apart from me being confused whether it was rude to look at his penis. I decided to avoid that part and focus on the muscles in his shoulders and back which I thought were the safest to draw.

While I was drawing, I heard the teacher ask the girl next to me why she was avoiding drawing the naked guy's penis. Straight away I realised I was doing the same so I quickly added that anatomy part to my drawings. I didn't want her to think of me as a prude and childish (as I was proving myself to be). The teacher walked past my drawings without commenting which was a relief. However, she did comment on the works of the girl to the left of me. Unlike the girl on the right and myself, she only drew the naked guy's genitals. Every drawing was of the naked guy's penis from a different angle. So I wasn't the only one with 'issues'.

At the end, our teacher offerred to photocopy all of our works and give it to the naked guy "for reference". The naked guy politely declined.

Train Tale #2

I don't know what it is about long train journeys but that's always the time when my imagination goes into an overactive mode.

I was going home and as soon as I sat down, a guy sitting diagonnally in front of me caught my eye. Well, actually it was his textbook. Then his backpack. And only after that, I looked at him. 'Hmm, cute guy,' I thought. 'Hmm, a cute guy reading a textbook.' A cute guy reading a textbook on the train. Now, that I could relate to.

Cute guy has cool jeans. Hmm, smart and has good taste (which really just means: has my taste, but that's beside the point). Cute guy has a hairstyle that the Fab Five from Queer Eye would recommend. Cute guy is gay? No, I refuse to think that. Cute guy watches Queer Eye, and takes notes?! No, I refuse to believe that also.

The cute guy takes his eyes off his textbook and looks at my direction.

The cute guy takes his eyes off his textbook and looks at the window on my side of the train. Then looks back at his textbook.

I brush the hair out of my face. The cute guy brushes his hair off his face. Coincidence? I think not!

I look at my watch. He looks at his. This is fate. We're meant to be together.

The cute guy almost turns his head to look at me.

The cute guy turns to look at me and our eyes meet. "Were you staring at me?" asks the cute guy. "No!" I reply defensively. The cute guy looks embarrassed at making such an uncalled for accusation. "I'm sorry. That was stupid of me." The cute guy is about to turn away when I say, "No, that's ok. I was looking out of the window on your side so it's understandable that you thought I was looking at you." The cute guy smiles his very cute smile and turns back to his precious textbook.

This is not fair, I think, in a movie or TV show, the cute guy and I would be a couple in the very near future and this would be the perfect meeting. So coincidental and so arranged at the same time.

While I ponder on the reality of the situation (i.e. he's a complete stranger), the train comes towards my station and I get up. The cute guy gets up at exactly the same time and we accidentally bump into each other. Our eyes meet again and we both know that this is meant to be. We live happily ever after.

The cute guy gets up (a few stations before mine) and that's when I see them. His mauve striped briefs are sticking out of his jeans. That's one thing I really didn't need to see. I'm sorry but I cannot have a relationship with a guy who wears his jeans below the waist. Way below.

Let's just say I'm glad our perfect meeting happened in my head.

On The Road To America

Yesterday I made my very first deposit for my trip to America. It was very exciting 'cause it made the trip even more real. Since I was so prepared and the travel agent realised that, she gave us a very nice discount which was greatly appreciated.

I'm so excited!!! I absolutely can't wait!!!

A Memorable Day

I went to see Maroon 5 this week which was a very memorable experience (for not only the right reasons). It was quite thought provoking. It made me wonder if:

1. There is there a law that every rock band has to say ‘shit’ or ‘fuck’ at least 4 times during their every performance.
2. If the guitarist of the supporting band will remember this concert by the girl in the front who almost fainted right in front of his eyes (i.e. me).
3. If everyone standing around me will remember the concert by me almost fainting.
4. If everyone not around me will remember the concert by how the guitarist got distracted halfway through a song to inquire if I was ok.
5. If I will actually remember the concert as something other than the time I nearly fainted (i.e. I didn’t actually fall to the floor ‘cause I was caught by the girl behind me) and attracted so much attention from strangers, including band players.

The funny thing was that I didn’t even feel that embarrassed at the time, probably ‘cause I wasn’t conscious. It was afterwards that it hit me what a spectacle I made out of myself. After I got to the bathroom and washed my face and felt completely fine, strange people were coming up to me and asking if I was ok.

I also felt bad that Lauren’s friend who came with me to the bathroom didn’t go back to the front (where we got such good spots) just to be there with me if it happened again (which it didn’t). We ended up standing near the exit doors where we had pretty good views of Maroon 5, standing around the supporting bands’ members who were first blocking our views by making out with their girlfriends, right in front of our faces which really annoyed me. If they didn’t want to watch one of the greatest bands, they didn’t have to prevent us from watching one of the greatest bands.

Afterwards, when I caught the bus home, a girl from one of my classes was there with her boyfriend, also making out. If there’s one thing I hate it’s seeing people making out in public, especially if I know them and have to talk to them later.

So anyway, I got home, went to sleep and the next morning freaked out my parents by telling them about my losing of consciousness the night before. I know (and they know) that it was because of my horrible restrictive diet that I have to be on for another 3 weeks. And the annoying thing is that my allergies are supposed to improve after the 2nd week but they still haven’t which might mean that they are not from natural food chemicals but from something else.

The Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous

I watched "Newlyweds" yesterday and I couldn't believe that Jessica got Nick a $55000 watch!!! Well, actually I can believe that she got it.

But seriously, even if I was the richest person on Earth, I still wouldn't want a $55000 piece of jewellery. For heaven's sake, you can buy a car with that, and a good one too!

And who would get table top dancers for your husband's birthday party?! That's just ridiculous. It really is. And she popped out of the cake dressed as a stripper in front of all those people, including her family. I was talking to my brother about this and he said, "Did you see her Mum?! She probably said something like 'Come on Jess, you should dress up really slutty, it'd be fun!'"

But it's all those elements of sillyness and impracticality in the lifestyles of the rich and famous that makes the show so irresistible to watch.

Personal Blogs

I was just reflecting on what a wonderful creation blogging is. There is no other way that allows you to enter so many personal worlds and experience things that would never happen in your life. It's also amazing to see how other people think and reason in places all over the world. And to make it even better, all these different people can comminicate with each other when in real life it would've been impossible.

How often would you have an interesting conversation on the same level with someone decades older or younger than you? And how often would you be able to comment on a stranger's personal life?

Some people say that the internet has made people more isolated and less social (which on one hand may have some truth) but it has also brought so many people closer together and allowed them to connect with people from a much wider community.

Frustrations

Easter doesn't mean anything to me, especially that I can't eat any chocolate. Yesterday we had relatives over and Mum got all this yummy stuff plus the guests brought other yummy stuff so I couldn't even have dinner with them. Just sat in front of the computer talking to April.

I'm so sick of my diet, especially that it doesn't seem to be working. The doctor said that after 2 weeks I should see improvement. Well, it's 2 weeks today and my allergy is not getting better. Argh, so frustrating.

I'm getting nervous about my trip with Lauren to America at the end of the year. I've finished planning all accommodation and everything which she didn't really help (which I don't really mind since she said she's ok with anything that I decide). It's time to go to the travel agent and she's been avoiding my messages and email. Hmm... she better not have changed her mind cos that would REALLY piss me off. I wonder what's going on.

And please I don't want any comments about how I should put my problems in perspective. I'm allowed to be in a frustrated mood. Remember it's the little things that make life.

Just another thing. The worst thing you could say to someone who's in a bad mood is to smile and cheer up. That kind of higher moral ground (that some people like to put themselves on, mostly for insecurity reasons) just sounds condescending. And usually no one likes fake smiles. Or maybe that's just me.

Favourite Casual Job

I love market research!

Not the type that calls your home and wastes your time but the type that you get paid for. And quite well too! Yesterday was the second time I went and I have to say that it's my favourite casual job ever! Instead of trying to impress you interviewer, they actually want to listen to YOUR thoughts. And pay for it too! Too bad it's not on everyday.

It's weird to think how many different casuals jobs I've had over the last few years. I guess I've tried every casual job that I wanted to try, and some that I didn't. The only casual job left that I want to do is being an extra. Oh yeah, and one where I meet my boyfriend.

What were some of the most interesting casual jobs that you've had?

The Beauty Of Music

I went to the uni orchestra practice yesterday and it was amazing. I am now completely convinced that anyone who plays a classical music intstrument cannot possibly be an evil person. There was this one huge guy who if I saw in the street, would keep away from since he looked like someone who's capable of committing criminal acts. But the way he played the bass melted my heart. The precision, the gentleness, the concentration, the emotion... I felt like I was in a trance (and I'm not even a fan of classical music). The energy of the whole place was just beautiful.

I miss Max.

My Friend: "The Beauty Queen"

Amelia had her beauty pageant yesterday. Really wanted to go but I had no way of getting home since it finished quite late. Hope she won. And before you start judging her as one of those shallow people who usually enter beauty pageants, let me assure you that she's not your typical beauty pageant type of person. She was asked to enter by the organisers and was paid quite well just to wear a few dresses and dance a bit. She actually wasn't very happy about doing it but she didn't want to say no 'cause the organiser is a family friend. I'm sure she was quite happy about getting paid for it though.

She said she'll show me pictures. Can't wait to see them.

What Makes Me Happy

Since my blog has been commented as being on the negative side, I've read over the last few entries and noticed that there's truth in that. So today I will write about something happy in my life.

The two main things that make me happy are my family and friends:

- I love gossipping and being silly and childish with my brother.

- I love talking to April and laughing so hard that my sides hurt and I have tears running from my eyes.

- I love how my Dad is the best source of information on any subject and not just takes an interest in all my uni and travelling research but also helps me.

- I love how my Mum gives me hope about my future and shows how to be happy with myself.

- I love how my grandparents will always listen to the most boring details of my life and find them interesting.

- I love how Amelia make me feel important.

- I love how Nadine and I can talk for hours and still have more to say.

- I love how Sophia thinks I'm the funniest person.

- I love how Claudia is so sweet.

- I love how Lauren is so easy-going.

I love how I have 10 major things to love about my life.

Hope this didn't make you squirm!