Just checking in.
What up eljay? Howz it bin hangin?
So, recently- to celebrate the World Cup jazz that's been going on, my favourite radio station (classic rock mainly) has been hosting it's own little World Cup tournament. The World Cup of Rock.
Two bands get slapped together, then the general public votes on who they think is greater, and the winner goes through to the next round. Simple. Anyway, apart from a few (in my opinion) bad voting decisions- one being Nirvana winning over Led Zeppelin and another being INXS making it all the way to the quarter final, I'm pleased with how the competition went.
AC/DC versus Guns 'n' Roses in the grand final (perhaps my two favourite Classic Rock bands), with accadacca taking out top spot. Gotta love that Aussie win. And since yesterday they won, and today is Bon Scott's birthday, it's smiles all round.
You can find a rundown of the tournament here.
Secondly, I'm continuing with that abandoned meme :)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
I didn't know whether this was meant to be my own, or somebody elses, so I went with my own. It's a couple of sculptures. I'm good at sculptures, a hell of a lot more than drawing or painting, and I can pretty much sculpt out of whatever's lying around. I make Aluminium foil angels (or people), copper wire people (and party scenes), food towers, amazing looking desserts, clay pieces and (as seen below) a horse made out of wire, cork and thin drawing pins. Maybe it's a sheep... idk really, but it's some kind of farm animal.
Apologies for blurry pictures, I have a really dodgy camera.
That's how small my santa is, fits in the palm of your hand. I dd make accompanying reindeer, but the clay dried out too early and I had to mash it all up again.
Finally, come next week, I'm headed to the G.P for a referral.
See, this is how it went. My not!brother is head chef at this restaurant about 15 minutes away, and I'm a waitress at two restaurants locally. So the other night, my not!brother rang me and said:
M: What are you doing tomorrow night?
Me: Working. Why?
M: Huh. I'm shortstaffed. I was hoping you could help out.
Me: Well, hang on, I'll ring my boss, see what he says.
I did, and boss said that yeah, I could skip my shift for him and help out at Glenella. All cool. So I rang Max back and said s'all good, I'll see you tomorrow.
And promptly regretted it. My anxiety kicked in like woah and I had a pretty much full blown panic attack over the thought of working at a place I knew nothing about, thinking all sorts of nasty little depressive thoughts about my ability and my professionalism and it being new and all.
So Dad talked me down. And then Daddy said 'I think it's time we get you counselling for this. I don't want to see you turn into one of my patients'. But he said it much kinder. And I, emotional and still in the throes of anxiety (it's not like it could have come back, it was already there) said 'okay'. So next week Dad gets a week off work, and we'll be heading up to the medical centre and explaining it all to my doctor and then she's going to refer me to a psychologist and yeah- basically, I'm getting therapy. And terrified of the thought.
And after all that I got two credits and two distinctions this semester for uni. That's usually what I get, and though I was kind of disappointed in one of my credits (I don't know where I went wrong with it), I'm pleasantly surprised that I got a distinction in a class for which I did not attend ANY lectures, and my highest mark was in my statistics class, which is the bane of most people's existence.