Various Escapades

Life is a process, the way you handle it all depends on the person. So I'm in pain. My backs gone out of wack for some reason, generally anytime i change my posture, make a sudden movement or turn it all craps and locks into place. Apparently the way you back handles pain is to lock all your muscles into place to restrict movement, thanks body. Though I've come to realise this pain could be a lot worse, it's only limiting what i can do, not really detrimental in comparison to other illnesses. The notion that no matter how bad i have it, someone out there has it worse kind of makes me feel better in some regard; then makes me feel like a horrible human being.

I had my first exam for this semester. Contract Law; not my strong point. I literally learnt a semesters worth in three nights. I won't lie i never really prepared for the tutorials, it was mixture of i do not in no way shape or form understand this nor can i be bothered reading extra cases to understand. Though somehow i have managed to grasp the relevant concepts required for contractual theory. Though the exam didn't go as planned, i ran out of time basically. We were required to do two questions in a two hour period. I spent a hour and forty minutes on question one part a and then rushed the rest. My goal was to accumulate the required 23.5 or something marks out of a exam worth 55. The questions i answered were worth 34 so I'm hopeful but then again knowing my luck I'm preparing myself to fail by like two marks. Oh well that's what supplementary assessment is there for. I'm not going to worry about it, Pete said my back could be stressed induced so i really don't want to think about it.

I have another exam Wednesday morning. So I'll be spending all of tomorrow preparing for it. Aside from NCIS because it's a season finale and i really want to know what the hell is going on with Gibbs. The exam is tort's law (trespass). It's my second time doing this subject and in comparison to the last go I've passed every other piece of assessment for the subject. So my chances of passing are fairly decent (just touched wood) but i should aim for something a little higher so i can boost my GPA. Then i have a weeks worth of prep to do for two other subjects, one I'm ugh about and the other one I'm kinda gjwekljglskjgklwejglwsjlgtwejslgwejljgwelj about. Though prepare for torts still takes priority especially if i have to go to the doctor and waste time there while my back continues to annoy me. It's another 8.30 start which means another 6am awake up call.

The next topic i want to address is friends but i don't know the order to address it so I'll just go in what ever it happened in.

The party
Friday i had a party, i spent ages getting ready; more than a man should. Mum thought it was absolutely hilarious watching me rage against my genetically horrid curly hair. Though I've received complements on my efforts and as shallow as that makes it i did make it feel somewhat worthwhile. So i went for two friends, i made two more friends on the night. I started a 'rapist' remark about another party goer and everyone loved it and i temporarily became the centre of attention. It's a easy strategy, destroy another person to make yourself seem more likable. It worked i befriend sober people. Go team. So the party hit like 10.30-11 and nearly everyone was drunk, aside from Brett (Ted). Everyone at this party appeared to be a chain smoker, this did not make me happy. I get why people smoke, my parent's do. Though the first concrete promise i made to my parents is i would never smoke. To this day i have honored that promise even though I'll get lung cancer from all the passive smoking i do. So i began to feel somewhat uncomfortable. I was disappointed when the weed came out. As strange as it sounds i at the age of 19 have never had the desire to do drugs while it seems a majority of my friends do. I know it's not a rare occurrence, i know how easily i go get weed if i wanted; everyone knows at least one person who does. It was getting close to 11 and my friend was gone, the other one was going while trying to entertain her guests. So i went around the house looking for the car keys, had a awkward conversation with a woman that only spoke Chinese and went in search of a bus stop. I had to bypass a drunken attempt at a deep and meaningful i was not in the mood, i indeed was not a happy chappy.

I found a bus route and jumped on. I called Glen and i asked if he could pick me up from South Bank because i didn't want him driving all the way out to McGregor nor did i really want to stay at the party for another half a hour. To my surprise my bus was filled with more drunks that were intending to go out clubbing; except they were all Asian. I got to South Bank and i waited half a hour. I was fine with this, Glen was going out to get food beforehand i didn't mind waiting. I realised i should've just caught another bus but he offered in advance to pick me up if things went bad. I felt like utter shit when i got in the car. I understand how close me and Glen are, he was fine with picking me up but i wasn't. I know how much it annoys him when people ask for him to pick them up at late hours, granted it was my first time but i couldn't have felt worse. I spent the night repeatedly apologising, he just laughed it off. I got there, we watched Christen play PlayStation for a while till about 12.30. I then began to study while having a long distance conversation with Glen sine we were in separate rooms. He told me his insurance had screwed him over, so i was telling him i would give him $100 to last him the week. He of course refused and we argued. He stated he had a stash of change somewhere so at 1.30 am we decided to hit the basement and look for it. We found a fair few things, i laughed at the school photos i saw of Glen and some of the other guys and other memento's of his childhood. We found the coins and we ended up counting up $88 in silver till about 2. I did a bit more study preparation but when the laptop died i couldn't be bothered to find the charging cable so i went to bed. Me and Glen ended up talking till 3, i needed to get stuff of my chest and he was more than happy to listen. I've learnt talking about your psychological issues especially those about your fears for the future and life in general is somewhat awkward with another guy.

Saturday started off with a visit from Jarrod who i don't see very often it was a nice catch up then we went for food. We came back and watched 'I hope they serve beer in hell'. At the start we were like yay B rated porno, but to my surprise it was a really decent movie. Jesse Bradford was amazing, he acting just did something to the movie. No man could insult strippers like he can. That day while Christen was playing PS3 and Sara was watching Naruto i helped Glen take the windscreen out of his car so he could de-tint it, pretty sure I'm a classified mechanic now folks. I found out a friend got a written warning at work from his father. That shit is not right, i understand you're going through a a divorce and you were never a proper dad but you don't give you own kid a written warning. I spoke to Pete about it and he agreed that you don't get written warnings about trivial matters especially not from a relative. That night i was informed about a drunken confrontation between people. The whole situation, the location, the topic, the people involved and their ability to communicate was an entire facepalm situation. I didn't get involved, it wasn't a conversation that should have taken place, especially not with the over intoxicated. In a sense it did make me sad but the situation didn't have anything to do with me so I'll just have to wait to see how it goes in case i need to defuse anything. Preparation is everything in friendships.

Work was work for the next two days. Normally I'm happy to go to work and i can get a fair amount done but just for those two days i made a few errors and i just could not focus. I haven't been getting enough sleep (Still not it's 1.30 am and I'm blogging). Work overall is going well though. Today i managed to get my training done, we have to do these online quiz's. Workplace health and safety is horrible but it's over and done with. I found out I've been underpaid for 7 weeks of work. So I'll be getting backpay in the next two weeks, this excites me because it comes during my planned driving lesson period which i still need to organise.

Yesterday i found out a very close friend has a good possibility of moving to Melbourne. I won't state her name in case she intends on informing people. Though i was trying to console my sister about her problem i found this and just kind of died on the spot. I got pass the initial run over to her house and knock some sense into her because i refused for her to leave me, but i had to think about it rationally because my legal degree has taught me that kidnapping is illegal. Regardless the whole situation did and still does scare me. I don't see her enough as i want and the prospect of all the kilometres that would be between us just terrifies me. Granted i have made my long distance friendship with Gabbi work (note to self, text her tomorrow) i just worry. Though i know that i have gone through a immense ordeal with her over the years, we dated each others best friends, she was there when i had break downs and we still share many discussions about the failures of modern society. I think if she does move, we can still maintain our level of friendship, i had to think about the fact we communicate a lot over msn/facebook/text rather than in person so that's the assumption I'm going with. No wait, i know we won't change, there was a event that pretty much changed my life drastically and i can still recall the picture that was taken and the fact she's in that picture means i would have quite a hard time forgetting her even if i wanted to. So i think that's about it really, time for bed yeah? I know theres something I'm forgetting, or i worded something in a manner that it would insult someone but didn't mean it so i apologise in advance if i appears that way. That point was bought up last week and yeah now I'm quite worried about what i say because surprising more people read this than i initially thought so now I'm trying to watch what i say or how i say it but when you've had about 15 hours sleep over three days and you're still writing at 1.45 am you tend to edit your train of thought before it gets written down.