U.S. pilot makes a mistake and drops a bomb on an Afghan wedding, killing 30. This happened today as well.
I checked for other sources and this really happened :(
I may have just figured out my life direction.
I think I’ve well and truly decided that I want to drop the health science portion of my double degree and just continue with a straight arts degree.
I now know what I want to do (secondary teaching of languages, both here and in Indonesia) and I no longer need that part and I’m stressing over these units that I have no interest in and I’d rather continue with subjects I find stimulating and interesting.
This is both scary and exciting. I’m worried what my parents will think, but I know if I try to wait it out and force myself to study units I don’t like, then it’s only going to be a miserable time and I will get shitty marks.
The step of withdrawing from my health science units will be scary, I’ll probably be doing this in the next few days.
I need consoling because I’m a nervous wreck, but I feel like a big weight has been lifted, If only I figured this out sooner.
Nicole Andrijevic & Tanya Schultz is an art-duo who takes sugar, pigment, polystyrene, wax, modeling clay, paper, plastic, found objects, wire, beads, glitter, and almost whatever else they can get their hands on to create a literal Candyland in the middle of the gallery floor.
So I’m no longer going to be working at the Melbourne University Boost branch, basically because I’m awesome and totes boss dog. They want me to work at the Melbourne Central store instead and in turn, give me more hours. But I’m rostered on for 28 hours next week and freaking out because I still have my second job and uni has to come into the equation somewhere.
More importantly, you Melbourne folk better come visit me, but don’t expect free smoothies because I need to bide my time and work my way up the Boost ladder. Do expect dancing though (it was actually encouraged in the training modules, we need to look like we’re having a party of a time).
interactive installation “Measuring the Universe” by Roman Ondak in which visitors mark their height in black ink on a white wall, representing a star in a network of celestial bodies to symbolize the space each individual takes up in our vast universe.
As promised, my friend Charlotte and I went out busking today on the streets of Melbz. We started off in Degraves st because ‘the nook’ as it’s known amongst the busking community, is a highly sought after position due to its high traffic of people passing by, rewarding profit and generous tourists. Ahh yes, the touros, how they love to take photos, in fact this photo of us was spotted on Instagram randomly by Charlotte.
Before we began we were extremely nervous, so much so we were shaking. I thinks it was the thought of people hating us, despite us knowing that we’re not terrible performers, but it’s common knowledge that people judge the shit out of buskers. But we were received well and people were so lovely. On the other hand, there were a couple of creepy men who stopped and wouldn’t stop talking to us and it was a bit uncomfortable, but they eventually moved along.
We played a combo of old and new songs, a few funny ones, mannnn it was just so much fun! Getting over the initial nerves lead to not giving a fuck and that made it even better!
Plus, it didn’t feel like work. To get money for something that is an enjoyable hobby feels so good!
Feeling utterly miserable.
Sent passive aggressive text messages to the ‘one that got away’ stupidly thinking that I would get a response that would make me feel better. I know it was stupid. He replied telling me that I should stop feeling down because I’m wasting time. He would say that, he’s happy, he’s clearly moved on, probably seeing other women. This is what cuts me up, this is what I can’t seem to get past. He has ruined me. I feel like I’m a broken toy, useless and no good to anyone. I’ve seemed to receive interest from this other man and I feel so emotionally detached from the situation that I feel numb and almost nothing.
He’s been gone for almost 3 months and I can’t seem to get out of this slump. I feel like this is the first time I’ve had my heart well and truly broken. Like Jens Lekman said, ‘you don’t get over a broken heart, you just learn to carry it gracefully’. He has a good point, I don’t think I’m ever going to properly heal from this, but perhaps one day I will be able to move on. I just get this dreadful thought that I’m going to hit 30 and not experience love again, and by the time my baby clocks starts ticking down I’ll probably just settle for somebody and marry them, only to live out a miserable marriage forever thinking about a life that could’ve been. It’s either that, or become a spinster with no children, only to die alone in my house and have people discover my body two weeks after.
Finished some Adventure Time / Simon and Marcy fan art. It was fun to muck around in Photoshop like this. :)
My friend Charlotte and I doing a cover of “You Are My Sunshine”.
We might be hitting the streets of Melbourne this weekend for some busking times! Yahoooo!
Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings is perfect ‘you’ve just broken up with someone but the situation has made you realize that you don’t need no man because you’re a strong independent woman’ music.
I haven’t just broken up with a boyfriend, but the love of my life has decided he doesn’t want me, same thing, sort of.