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Okay, so its been a while since I’ve updated. So much going on. My little darling is fine, swimming around in his bowl. Today when I was cleaning it he didn’t want to jump out into the clean water so I had to grab him by the top fin and literally pick him up. He’s sitting on my desk and looking at me now.. hehe.. hello baby !
Well, the house is almost complete. ALMOST. We should have been moved in two months ago. At least we have the new furniture and stuff now, and I’ve started packing up my old room. I’m throwing a lot of stuff out. It’s amazing to see how much junk a person can collect in about ten years. All these boxes and bits of cardboard and wrapping paper and plastic bags.. oh the plastic bags! There are so many! Still, I can’t wait to be at the new place, pottering about in the yard on sunny afternoons.. yes, a yard. I’m finally getting a real yard! With grass! REAL grass! Not the fake spiky stuff they have at uni. Can’t wait..
Speaking of uni, it’s started. And I love it, absolutely love it. I don’t know why, and it’s probably weird. Everyone else seems to hate the idea of being stuck in the same institution for so many years.. but I just don’t want to leave yet. Maybe cos its my last year and I know its coming to an end, so im trying to make the best of it. It’s so good to walk into the lecture hall and see all your old friends from the past two years waving you over to sit with them, then making smartass comments about the lecturer or annoying students through out the whole thing. Boy do we have our share this semester!
We have this one character who we have nicknamed the Leech. That’s exactly what he is.. and its exactly what he does. He’s a first year in my Non-Verbal Communication class who is the stereotypical geek. Now, I don’t mean to be mean and horrible, but it’s true. I never thought real geeks existed until I saw this guy. I mean, there have also been flamboyant individuals who are.. well.. “uniquely special”… but this guy is a geek! Typical nerdy, thick glasses wearing, goofy eared, pants up to his nipples, checkered shirts and knee high socks kinda guy! Think Steve Urkle (is that how you spell it?) Well he's not THAT bad, but it helps with the story  ... okay, so that’s just his looks. His personality is another story. I’m not sure if it’s just that he’s a desperate first year (were we ever that bad back then???), but he seems to have literally LEECHED himself onto us. Okay, we’re not against making new friends, but it is always difficult to become part of an already existent social circle.. shouldn’t you at least find out the norms and rules and regulations before you try and mingle on a daily basis with them? To at least see if you fit in? or even if they WANT you to hang around with them?  Don’t get me wrong, he’s probably a nice guy once you get to know him, but some things about his character really freak me out. Last week, since it was the first, class finished a little early and everyone was excited and bubbly and friendly and just plain happy to be back at uni with their friends. I had an eyebrow appointment down the road from uni at 6, and had a bit of time to kill, so when Leech asked for a lift to the station, I felt sorry for him and agreed to drop him on the way to my appointment. After all, he was a first year, and I can remember how it felt lugging books around on buses and trains, and I needed to kill before my appointment. My friend Tat refused straight up, but I was in a good mood feeling generous. Okay, so in my car I keep my phone in the little gap underneath the handbrake for easy access. He picked up my phone and put his number in it. Did I even ask him to do that? That was shock number one. Shock number two was the sweaty fingerprints he left behind on the phone cover. I just got my new phone a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve had to disinfect it already! Seriously, what’s the deal with that? Eeeeww…
Somewhere between uni and the station he managed to talk me into giving him a lift to Penrith from Parramatta campus on Tuesdays since I had to drive that way anyway and he had to catch buses and trains to do the same thing. He’s a leech, yes, but a clever one. Or maybe I’m just so gullible? I don’t know, but it was weird. I finally got rid of him at the station (thank goodness) and spent the rest of the drive home thinking of ways I could worm my way out of giving him a lift the next week. When next week arrived, I quickly messaged him saying that I couldn’t give him a lift because I had to meet my mum in my break. Phew. Close one. Problem solved and I went merrily along my way to class feeling relieved.
It was too soon. How was I to know that that was just the start of my troubles? I walked into the lecture room with Tat, and saw that Leech was sitting by himself towards the front breaking his back to turn and stare at us as we walked in. Tat and I exchanged glances and walked calmly past him to where the rest of the crew (haha.. crew, so homey ) were sitting. Greeted by warm hellos, I felt safe and secure where no slimy sticky creature could get me. Too soon again. Leech is in our tutorial as well. He made his way into the classroom before we did and was standing at the back to see where we would sit. Since there are five in our little crew (haha.. sorry.. couldn’t help it) and there are 6 seats to a row, we took up one row and he came and plonked himself in the remaining seat. Thank goodness that he was on one end and Tat and me were on the opposite extreme. So, as it does, conversation followed while waiting for Peter the tutor to find his way to class. Conversation between five of us that is..
So what does Leech do? Gets up and moves to the empty seat in the row directly in front of me. And what does he say to the girl sitting in the seat next to him? “Excuse me, can I sit here? I was feeling rather isolated over there”. No shit Sherlock, that was the point.  Tat and I exchange glances again and I spend the rest of the tute too scared to look forward in case he turns around to spark conversation with us.
Turns out it didn’t matter which direction I looked in because he ended up turning his chair around to face our row of tables and continuously butt into our conversations. Tat and I got very scared and tried to hide behind Tom, the cool t-shirt wearing, Shaggy from Scooby Doo kinda guy. Like zoinks. Anywho.. chit chat soon found it’s way to organising a day to go and watch Passion of the Christ. As we were trying to figure out which days everyone was free, Leech turned around and piped in “what’s this you’re talking about?”. Sunny, the majorly connected Asian farm boy answered him with a “we’re going to the movies”. Now do any of you see an invitation in that statement? No? that’s right. Because that’s what it is, a statement. NOT an invitation. But guess what Leech said… the NERVE!!  “sounds good. It’s not like I have anything better to do”. Okay what???? Since when did he think he was coming with us????  I could have just thrown my text book at him. Like wtf?? Does anyone really do that? Invite themselves along to a social outing with a circle of friends who have been together for more than a year when they have only met that group once before in a tutorial? That’s so rude! And considering we were in a non-verbal communication class, he should have picked up the negative signals we were all giving to him. Talk about nonverbal MIScommunication...
If you think that’s the extent of our troubles with Leech, my dears you are sadly mistaken. That day after class, Tat and I stayed back with our other group members to discuss the group assignment. Leech sort of just hovered around long after everyone else was gone expecting me to give him a lift to the station again. Honey, no way. Tat noticed him and sort of threw into our conversation within his earshot that I had to rush home and so did she. But nevertheless, he followed us out (while our group was still talking about the assignment mind you) and was conveniently ignored. I felt like turning around and saying “what? Just because I gave you a lift last week doesn’t mean that I’ll continue doing it all semester”. But I didn’t have the heart to be so blatantly mean to him. He might have gone home and cried to his mummy.
So yes, we have a stalking, slimy LEECH in our midst. I shall keep you posted on his crawlings and hopefully can get an exterminator in to fix the problem.
In other more positive news from uni, I am doing one of the best subjects I think any university can offer: Sexuality . No, they don’t teach you how to have sex, they assume you already know that by now. Instead they delve into the deeper depths of seemingly “taboo” subjects like prostitution, transsexuals, sex changes, homosexuality and the like. By the way, I am in no way against any of these forms of sexuality, rather I find it all very interesting, so when I say “taboo”, I am referring to the general opinion held by society as a whole. VERY GENERALISED. Okay, that said, it’s going to be one hell of a subject. We’re going to have guest speakers ranging from prostitutes to transvestites and even a man that used to be a woman .
I’ll keep you updated on our interesting discussions and any points of interest that may be raised. Last week we had a competition to see which sex, boys or girls could think of the most euphemisms for penis, vagina and sex. Naturally the boys won, the always have sex on the brain. But I bet none of you knew what a “wombat with its tongue hanging out” was… 
This week we discussed the difference in sexual attitudes over time and culture. All you Girraweeners would know this one, and I don’t think I got it quite right, but you get the point. Was it ancient rome? Or Greece? I cant remember but in some ancient culture it used to be “a woman for reproduction, a boy for pleasure and a goat for ecstasy”.  Yep.. got a few laughs from the tutor I can tell you that.. my thanks to Kwietus for that wonderful piece of enlightenment. *sigh…* I love uni…
Okay, that’s plenty of ranting for one day.. I made up for my long absence didn’t I? Better go, hope you are all well and smiling and happy and watching the world go round.. ciao!
Ps. Prav, I drive a MITSUBISHI CHALLENGER. Remember? Not an excel. Hehe.. think: little nima, big car. |
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