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Between the Gaps in the Memory ---}
Why is it that every time I promise to study, I sleep through the day, and end up online at night? Never mind that my exam starts at 9:30am this morning, and I've yet to even revise a fraction of the year's modern history course. Meep.
In other news, Black People Love Us is so funny, some people just plain don't get it. Go forth and make up your own mind. And on a different kind of humour-tangent, here's some good ol' fashioned "it's funny 'cause ethnic stereotypes are the staple of our sitcom comedies" material, courtesy of Black Girl @ The Wow Report, by way of an old post by Troy @ SometimesHappy, which I found while I was perusing my archives: Dear Black Girl, Speaking of my old archives, browsing through them has made me realise that damn, I've had a bloody good run even amidst my weekly soap-opera dramas. Dates with Luna Park and the gang, hanging out in UNSW dorm rooms, happy hours at the UTS student bar, birthdays by the beach, forays into door-to-door marketing, last-minute bus trips to Canberra/flights to Melbourne, backfired pranks on Davo lol, week-long "holidays" in Kings Cross, discovering the hidden joys of Chinatown, picnic+pies in Newtown, midnight croquet in parks, blindfolded in inner-city warehouses for experimental art shows, camping out all night for "Idol" auditions, far too many six-degrees connections, gatecrashing random houseparties (hi Davo/Beau/Revvor/Obby), affairs with Jake Gyllenhaal, talks of space-ship evacuations, intoxicated good times in clubland, and far too many net-strangers turning into good friends... How can I cry foul about quarter-life crises when I've had that much fun? :o) All these simple joys have fallen between the gaps of my memory. Sure, things seem a little less exciting as of late, but with a two-and-a-half-months schooling holiday almost upon me, the world could yet be my oyseter again. (Updates re Sleazeball here.) So lock and load, kids, because we're gonna have a hella good time when my last exam dies in the arse at exactly 12:30pm, this Friday. :o) Okay, time for me to be off studying; exam and farewell with Tezza  Entre les Trous de la Memoiré, or Between the Gaps in the Memory |