ironic
To be honest, my mot-emo unit is actually a little boring. It's all note taking from the text book and reading the provided slides, and the topic material itself isn't that interesting either. I've learnt about physiological needs, sexual needs (and how women are more emotional and take a more romantic/emotional view to sex, where as men just want to get off basically - yawn), and now I'm doing love and belongingness needs, and self esteem at the moment, which is quite boring but totally relevant to everything I'm interested in. All this self esteem stuff is mostly just stuff that I already know, stuff that is common sense, stuff that I've done before.
Social psych on the other hand is quite interesting, because it's all broken up. I complained about the huge workload, but variety is the spice of life. I'm glad that social psych isn't all text book note-taking, instead it's a chapter of the text book, plus exercises, plus doing your own internet tests (such as the Implicit Association Test on sexuality that I did a few days ago, which didn't actually tell me anything because my fingers kept getting confused about which keyboard buttons to press), reading up on things that aren't in the text book, and going here and doing this. It makes study fun and I actually want to do it. I dread doing the little I have to do for mot-emo. It's quite ironic that a unit on motivation isn't motivating at all.
I need a desk. Well, I have one, with my computer on it, but I need a bigger one. Sitting on the lounge with the laptop and my books on the coffee table is so uncomfortable. It sucks that Dave gets the bigger desk because he has two screens. My study is more important than his WoW damnit! Oh well, perhaps I'll just take over his desk when he's at work, but there's still not much space there. And the desks face out the window, not to the TV, which makes me sad. I love watching Stargate while I study.
My res school booking was fixed and I'm faxing off the form tomorrow. It's not much cheaper than it originally was, but it makes a difference, and Mum said she'll figure out a way to get there to pick me up once my lectures finish. That makes me happy. I called her the other day. I can't wait to go back to Tamworth just to see them, and to see some friends. Ricky had his confirmation on the weekend, which no one told me until Sunday. I called him to congratulate him but he was too busy playing basketball in the backyard or something. He said he was nervous about it. I've no idea why. Thinking back I think I was too, but I think I'd also given up on religion, even at that point. There's only two people I know in my family that are religious at all, Mum's great aunt and uncle. We're not a very religious people, we just don't care. Mum is baptist, I think, but we're catholic, because the Ryans were catholic. We never did church on weekends, or even at Christmas or Easter. Back when we were friendly with the Ryans (now this goes way, way back), sometimes we'd go to church with them on the weekends, but it was a rare occurance. I still don't do church, or religion. I don't really class myself as anything, any sort of religion. If anything I guess I'm just apathetic. It doesn't bother me at all, it makes no difference on my day-to-day life. Dave isn't particularly religious either. I don't know many people that are.
Dave and I organised drinks for Good Friday night. Which doesn't mean anything for me at all. A few people have said they can't make it because of that. Lorelei complained at me. I told her that Good Friday is just one day I know I will definitely have off in terms of work, it means nothing more to me than that. I hope Teresa writes me a decent contract, or something, soon. The only reason I haven't left is because with study and work, I haven't had the time to look decently for another job. And I'm too scared I won't get anything. I never heard back from Cotton On, and that surf shop still has the signs in the window.
I went hard at the gym this morning. But not hard enough though. I'm not fit enough to go as hard as I want though, that'll take some time. It felt good though. I even didn't buy Coke after I finished. I bought a Vitamin Water, which I know is probably just as crap as Coke, but it's got to be better, right? I'm sure it would be. I did just eat chips though, salt and vinegar, for which I have a special weakness. I don't have any healthy snacks in the house at the moment, and I'd already eaten two tins of tuna. Perhaps I'll drag Dave out to Woolies tonight to buy some groceries. Fruit. Bread. Milk. Now that I eat cereal (healthy cereal, woot) we go through lots of milk. And I get to start cooking soon, once Dave and Nash bring up this fridge (it's in the garage) and I can put meat and stuff in it. That makes me happy. First thing I think I'll cook is crumbed lamb cutlets with vegetables. I have missed vegetables so much!
I really need to do some tidying, but I've studied the whole time I haven't been at the gym today, except for Facebooking occasionally. With a laptop sitting just here next to me I can't really help it. I'm hoping Dave will feel like giving me a back rub when he gets home. My back hurts from crouching over on this lounge.
I'm wearing new undies, which I bought to replace my favourites that went in the bin. I'm thinking I might go back to Cotton On Body and get a few more pairs. I love new undies, they also make me happy. I've got to remember that I still need to book trains when I get paid tomorrow. I won't get much money though cause I went home sick. I might have another chat with Siham, tell her that I need more hours and that Teresa doesn't listen to me. Well, I haven't asked her, so that's not true, but I still don't have a contract.
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