Ok, time for a vague teenage ramble. Wait, I'm not a teenager anymore. Damn.
Well yesterday Pun, Cat, Alicia and I had a picnic lunch in Hyde Park to....um....was it a comiseration of sorts? Or a celebration? Couldn't really tell. Either way, we were all bludgers on a Monday. Anyways, it was a nice sunny day, and we had Vegemite and cheese on bread rolls with brekky juice and white wine and Tim Tams and White Rabbit asian lollies and sour cream and chives Soho rice crackers and chocolate and probably some other food I can't remember but Pun can (I've never worked out how she manages to recall everything, food-wise.)
And, um, we talked about....some stuff....and then Leach had to go back to uni for eQuip, and Pun, Cat and I took photos with the soon-to-be-chopped-down fig(?) trees in the park.
Then we went to HMV in Pitt St because Cat wanted to listen to a CD. They're having a sale...I ended up buying Miles Davis' Kind of Blue (I figured since I'm doing jazz piano classes now I should be listening to some jazz....don't ask me why I'm learning to play in a style I didn't really listen to before) for $9.99 and Linkin Park's Hybrid Theory for the ridiculous low price of $6.72 (ridiculous not because it's low, but because of the 72 cents). They sound a lot like Rage Against the Machine in some parts. My favourite song on it is In The End...awesome song that one. And I'm still trying to work out what I think of Kind of Blue....listening to it at the moment...it's meant to be, like, really famous or something.
After HMV, what did we do....oh yeah, we went to Strandbags so I could buy a new backpack, because my old one is falling apart. So I bought a new backpack. And then Pun bought a curling iron. I wonder if you can cook with a curling iron. Or iron with a curling iron. Or kill insects. Hmmm.
Then....oh yeah, then we parted our separate ways and I headed to the Con for jazz piano for two hours....and then I went home.
On the train on the way home, I pulled out my new $6.72 Linkin Park CD and read the lyrics in the insert. I thought they were pretty good lyrics. Then at around Ashfield, this Asian guy, around my age, wearing a bandana, comes up to the seat behind me and asks me what kind of bands I listen to, because he saw me with the Linkin Park CD before. Random. But before I could say anything, his phone rang and he had to excuse (man, I almost spelt that with an 's' before the c) himself, and he was still talking when I got off at Strathfield. So I didn't get the chance to talk to some random stranger about what sort of music I listen to.
So that was my Monday.
And I think my brain is slowly disintegrating into mush. Must be this part-time uni thing. I had a couple of people ask me today if I was alright. I think I must have looked a bit out of it or something. I felt out of it. But I am getting enough sleep these days. But yeah, uni is a bit of a drag. I'm not always "all there" during classes. I wonder if I'll pass this semester. Maybe it doesn't matter? Nah, it probably does matter.
Today, there was a brief hail storm, and I didn't bring my umbrella, or my camera, with me to uni today. I didn't get wet though. It had stopped raining by the time I went home. Would have been good to get a pic of the crunchy white pea-sized balls in patches all over the ground, though.
