I have a bone to pick. In fact several bones. A whole skeleton. A whole skeleton made of one bone. This bone involves the rain. The dumb, stupid and dumb rain. Like all normal people, I love the rain sometimes, but after having politely asked in my previous blog for the conclusion of the rain dancing that was taking place, I thought, maybe foolishly, that whoever it was would kindly oblige.
The rain recently was pretty bad just because St George didn’t want to grab proper covers so we got washed out today, but what is really bad is that rain is forecast not only for tomorrow (semi final for my Sunday comp) but all the way next week including Saturday. The 13th. Yep. Danger. But just quietly, whoever is dancing, not a bad effort. Got the technique easy. Also, good luck to the soccer boys tomorrow in their final (gaby and swami). Bring home the trophy, boys.
Anyways as you have probably heard from either friends or yourself, uni started this week. Uni has been good fun except for the actual uni. At UNSW, our rendezvous point is awesome, and all who know the secret that I talk about, will agree. And in one week alone we have made so many in-jokes already that I could go on forever, or at least two minutes. Village Green. Spots on my neck. Darling. BABS. Weezy’s ankles. The statue of Weezy’s ankles. Weezy in general.
And then that time a couple of the homes tried out the famed Vietnamese bread roll. It has fabled awesome, but also the chilli sauce or something is meant to be crazy hot. This rumour was soon proved true. Weezy was sucking in the big ones, Angelina grabbed a soft serve and Bryan had tears in his eyes. Bryan didn’t even eat a roll.
I hope you guys at USyd are having a sweet time, and make sure to keep in contact regularly in the future. It’s pretty tough to keep in touch over unis and stuff, but I spose you just gotta do your best.
In other news, I have encountered some interesting viewpoints recently. The first involves the authenticity of my stories. OK, just get this one out of the way. I try my best in life not to lie. Honestly. When I say stuff that is ‘fabricated’ I have assumed that it is so dumb that people will be able to understand that it is obviously not true. I reckon lying is when you tell a fib for like a reason, whether it to be to get out of trouble or to not hurt someone or whatever. I mess around a bit, but I mean I swear I only do it when it’s dumb and has no relevance whatsoever. Like when I’m quoting people in a story or whatever. Just saying.
The second one involves my maturity and stuff. I have often been told that I act like a kid, but now I’m eighteen and I make my own decisions and I need to be grown up. Actually that’s why I chose the title of this post. Cos like me and Winnie and Petey were talking about this. Well mainly I was just saying what I thought and yeah. Just thought I’d spit it hear so I could find out what you guys think.
Cos what I was saying is that dreams have to die. Everything dies. Everything. And now that I’m eighteen and old, I don’t see dreams as an exception. When we are little, as I’ve said before, we dream of stuff like being a fire fighter, playing cricket for Australia, doing stuff. But as we grow up, we lose those dreams and slowly they get replaced by what I call ‘career options’. It’s like the UNSW commerce camp going on right now, where their dress up theme is of ‘What you wanted to be before you did commerce’ or something along those lines. It’s like they have accepted that as a kid noone dreams of being a commerce person. In life, it isn’t about how hard you try or how much you care, it’s about the end result and that is that.
You see the thing is, we can’t keep living with our heads in the clouds, otherwise when we finally take a good look around everything/everyone else has moved on. Everyone always is like ‘it’s nice to have a dream’, but the dream can’t be blinding or overwhelming. Otherwise instead of freeing us, it restricts us. I actually intended on writing a lot more, but now I don’t feel like it anymore. I think I said most of what I wanted to say anyways.
Also, something else I noticed recently from something is that ‘I love you’ and ‘I am sorry’ both are three word, eight letter phrases. Crazy world. Funny how my last post was one of my most favourite, and this one is one of my most hated. Sometimes in life, you just say stuff believing what you said is true of course, but as you say it, you just hope to God that everything you are saying is completely wrong.
