Random ramblings #2

I need a hug tonight. I feel like a little kid with a skinned knee. I just want someone to hold me and tell me its all going to be ok. Here's a few things I've learnt, experienced or otherwise encountered the last few days. Yes it's in point form, deal with it. I'm delerious from tiredness over here.

1. There's a girl (called S) in my class who seems to have the same sense of humour that I have. She snort-laughed twice during the lecture at the same places I did.

2. The following little exchanged occurred between me and S just before class. I was standing smoking (I know, I know, dirty habbit) when the professor walks into the building.
S: Hurry up and finish ya fag!
Me: (stunned) Are you calling me a fag?
S: Oh, no, sorry, I mean the cigarette, not you...

3. The seats are Railway Square Interchange in Sydney are so totally ergonomically INcorrect. I have a theory that they use such uncomfortable seats on at the bus interchanges so that pasengers are so relieved when their bums hit the somewhat-comfortable seats on the bus that they forget that the bus is late, stuck in traffic and that the only reason they are on the bus is because petrol prices are so high.

4. Jake Wall from that stupid Torvil and Dean show may be hot... but he's not the smartest cookie in the jar.

5. I gotta admit I had a glimpse of a tear in my eye when I was watching David from Big Brother when he was evicted, into the waiting arms of Sherif. I was chatting to Downunderpants at the time... it was so cute. Yes, it was a bit over-the-top, no doubt capitalising on the controversy and the novelty of having a gay (and attached) housemate, it was still nice to see that we aren't being portrayed as fuck-happy rabbits jumping from sack to sack looking for the next root.

As a side note, I found the above image in a story on the Daily Telegraph site which says:But seizing his moment in the spotlight to attack John Howard's ban on same-sex marriages, David, 26, said his wedding to Sherif would not be a stunt. "I'll do it when it's legal and when I have my rights. I can't understand how John Howard can take away the rights from such a small group that is so targeted - I just don't get it.'' I like him even more now that he's said that.

6. I learnt how to control the bloodflow to my face when I bought my second ever issue of DNA magazine so that I didn't turn bright red. I went into the newsagents (the same one as before) and wandered as nonchalantly as I could over to the magazines. There were four men in the aisle which contained DNA, so I played it cool, picked up a Rolling Stone and started flipping through. I actually found an interesting article on Something for Kate's Paul Dempsey, and was skimming it while mentally following the men in the DNA aisle. After some time it became apparent that they weren't going anywhere. If they were congregating in front of DNA and the other fag rags (as they are apparently called in Sydney... who knew!?) then I wouldn't care but they were thumbing through Ralphs so I was a little intimidated, and visions of being taunted and beaten up flashed through my mind. I wandered over to the photography magazines, spent maybe a minute there.

Suddenly I was struck by the thought "Who gives a fuck Dan? I mean really... do you really think they care? You aren't that important!" With that I marched over, grabbed a DNA and without looking back, marched confidently over to the counter (well, marched as confidently as is possible when you are carrying a green grocery bag full of books and limping with a walking stick). I was going fine until the man asked me if I wanted a plastic carry bag when I felt my cheeks heat up. I could feel the heat rising off of them. I took a deep breath (but tried not to look too obvious about it) and said "Yes thanks, that'd be great." I thought nice calm, cool thoughts, took the magazine calmly from his hand and marched confidently out of the store into the plaza. And I haven't looked back.

At least until next month that is.

P.S. (2nd Aug, 4,30pm)
This is the image Lou linked to:
Now you know why I will never wear anything tight fitting...