The calm before the storm

So, quick sum up of the last two weeks:

Van had a party and since it was an open event on facebook, lots of random weirdos came. Needless to say, they'll never do anything of that sort again. Shitty lesson to learn but it was interesting. As much as I dislike them, parties with random people are the best for people watching! Like that one girl who thought it was fine to bring people she just met at happy hour (and boy, was there a jerk in that group) or the two 'yellow fever' dudes who creeped out every girl at the party (there wern't all that many, surprise sausage fest that it was). They pissed the hell out of me and I still get upset whenever I think about it. They tried out some Malay on me (which is pretty typical when someone knows a smidgen of the foreign language you speak) and instead of hearing the usual pick up lines or greetings, one guys says some rude words and then makes a big fuss when I pretend to not know what he's saying. I don't care where you're from, what you do or who you are; it is NEVER alright to say the words for circle jerk or masturbate in the language of the person (esp. a girl) you've met like five seconds ago. Not impressed, I ran away and hid behind scrawny engineers the rest of the night. Oh, yeah, and that one dude who tried to eat my food once the party died down and the munchies hit. Not cool. Nevertheless, it was loads of fun and some great realizations came out of it. There were more but the only one I can remember is:

'Everyone who goes into Van's room comes out sluttier.' *nods fervently* Proven fact.

That and the fact that JK, despite being an engineer, can't properly navigate using a GPS device.

Apart from that, there's been lots of lazing around. I think I may be sick of it now (prolly the cabin fever kicking in). I feel restless and can't enjoy the indulgence of doing nothing but eat, sleep and watch tv...and that's just sad (my number 1 back up plan of becoming a tai-tai is looking less peachy right now. Give me a couple hours of hard labour and I'm sure it'll be back up there soon :D). This is what unemployment does to a person.

On the bright side, I'm going through more of my junk and getting rid of more stuff. Mostly books and such. I can't believe how many (non academic) books I've managed to accumulate in the few years I've been here. All my stuff fits into two suitcases and something like ten boxes. Seven of which were full of books and heavy to boot! It's good news though since it means I'm not a hoarder = no reality tv interventions for me :) Did I mention I've been watching too much tv?

In order to elevate the boredom, I've been cooking a lot more. But because of the enormous sweet tooth I have, it's mostly been sweet stuff - mooncakes, leng chi kang, apple crumble, etc.
I even made my brother brownies for his birthday! Urm...the icing job was sad tho. pics coming shortly!

The weather probably has something to do with the extra cooking too. It's been pretty cold and overcast these last few weeks and it even rained for a day and a half. I love rainy days! It's awesome getting to sleep in when it rains :) I get the urge to stay home and bake. My sister says I should just cook for a living and Van calls me a suburban housewife but I don't think it would work out - I'd get diabetes.

But, I may have spoken too soon. Those boring, lazy days are ending this week :( I got a call from my boss today. Apparently work is still going on at the site and they found two more burials. So, I'm employed for the first part of next week. Yay money! Not so yay for the commuting and early hours.

Also, we're having extra practice next week in preparation for the tournament.

And to top it all off, I registered for the GREs sometime last week and picked October 30th for my test date. I just looked at the calender. I've got exactly seven days to start studying!!!!! Crap. I am soooooo screwed.

After showing concern about my ability to cope with the craziness that next week is going to be, my sister, in a burst of optimism, told me that at least I can now afford to retake the test if I fail. urm. thanks. I think.

AAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Moral of the story? Procrastination kills. Or maybe damages you a little bit. And works with karma to mess with my life.