“Socks live in here!”

Dear people of all awesomeness,

Friday, although rather slow, due to the fact that it’s a public holiday and was like a Sunday. It was rather amusing.

I have been procrastinating for the whole weekend. So rather than work on uni, on Friday I scrubbed a bathtub, to the point that I smelt like bleach, washed some walls in the kitchen and cleaned my bedroom floor. The later I was hoping would get rid of my sneezing as I think I may have a dust allergy. Unfortunately it did not help.

Anyways, Thursday I randomly bought Monopoly to:

1. Fight off boredom due to bad television AND
2. To aid in procrastination. It is because of this

While leaving work I walking out with a big famous board game did not go unnoticed. I think a majority of co-workers remarked how I had it. Yes I bought Monopoly big deal. I should have invited them all to come to my flat to play.

It kind of made me sad when I got home. I didn’t even take it out of the packaging till the afternoon. I was worried I’d have no one to play with it. On Friday afternoon Elise decided she wanted to play Monopoly. It was fun and all until I was accused of being a house ninja. I kept buying house on my property. It is the idea isn’t it? Elise hardly bought any houses and she wondered why I am winning. The aim of the game is to take risks. So I am proud to be a house ninja. The unfinished game was on the lounge room table till this afternoon. I finally realised looking at the sad unfinished game that I probably won’t be playing it for a while because I suspect Elise doesn’t like to lose.

I also apparently ate a scrub brush, but this is completely unrelated to Monopoly. The scrub brush was found later, but no apologies were issued.

Just now I was thinking how my flatmate Elise and I have someone intelligent discussions that turn into nonsensical musings.

For example:

Me: It felt weird leaving Literary Theory to go to work yesterday. We discussed free will and how we technically we don’t have it, we merely have choices. I then thought about going to Big W in which I could technically have the choice not to attend work or any kind of work and do what I want if “free will” existed.
Elise: Yes well you have the choice to be poor and not eat, but you kind of have too.
Me: That’s true. The lecturer believes that we don’t have free will because we give that up as soon as we are born into society and we merely have choices.
Elise: Yeah that makes sense everyone has to conform and know one is different.
Me: You know I was thinking Big W is kind of like a mini culture because you have to act a certain way to conform or you’re fired. It’s kind of like society in a way.
Elise: (Perplexed look.) What does the W in Big W stand for?
Me: I have no idea. I should ask a manager. They should know.
Elise: The world is like Big W. W unknown.
Me: I think it stands for Woolworths. I think Big W came around to compete with K-Mart.
Elise: What does the K in K-mart stand for?
Me: I have no idea.

Sometime later….

Me: I tried telling co-worker about my theory on free will and she kind of just looked at me. I said you have a choice to by things such as hats, but if you think about it you don’t really have free will.
Elise: Exactly free will would be eating the hats.
Me:And cooking it in a pot in the middles of the fashion accessories aisle.
Elise: Yes I can it imagine it bubbling in a cauldron.
Me: Mmmmm hat soup, tastes like leather. All hail the naked lady statue.
Elise:Ugachaka!
Me:This causes people to think you are crazy.

Now I suddenly realised I am not supposed to blog about the company I work for. However, I wasn’t attacking anyone, just discussing eating hats, buying socks, the meaning of the W and how I bought Monopoly. Hopefully this doesn’t get me fired. Case in point I should really be careful think previous job with Pixi Foto... I pretty much whinged about them every entry. Not good.

So as you can tell the concept of “free will” has peaked my interest. To mean it makes sense, as we give up freedoms to be a part of society. We don’t have free will we have choices. For example buying socks at Big W we have the choice to buy them. Speaking of socks my new flatmate Samantha leaves her socks all over the flat. Elise says she saw a sock in Sam’s window. It is kind of funny and random. So does she have the free will to place socks every where? Or is it merely a choice. This kind of makes my head hurt. Anyways Elise and I decide to hide the socks she leaves randomly around the house and put of informative signs such as “Socks live in here!” on her bedroom door and “Socks don’t live here” on the bathroom door until she figures it out.


Another concept is how literature is of timeless significance, transcends the age it was written in and speaks to what is a constant human nature. After reading that one must wonder what constant human nature is. It is the way we behave as humans, but it’s not universal. The idea that there is a single human nature is problematic. I am now curious to know what exactly does it mean to be human as we are all seen as individuals, but the same as well.

P.S. Ugachucka!

My entirely rebellious entry.

Dear Readers of the hopefully intelligent universe,

I’ve decided that Fridays should be blogging days, for the mere fact that I keep forgetting to update, despite the random hints from friends. It’s been over three weeks since I’ve graced my presence and I apologise for the lack of updates. This opening paragraph explaining my lack of updates is becoming a frequent occurrence I might add.

Ironically this entry is being published on a Sunday, but I digress it did begin this on Friday. I also apologise that this entry is rather scrambled as they seem to be lately. It has no coherent pattern of any kind.

It’s during these three weeks or so with university and work I have discovered a lot about myself. In fact I have noticed a great change within myself the past few months. I’ve become a rebel. AN ENTIRE REBEL!

For starters, I think I might have quit Pixi Foto. I decided against my better judgement not to show up for a shift, or three hour staff meeting on Tuesday. So believing that one staff meetings aren’t typically three hours long and two, having better places to be. I decided they should keep their precious $18 per hour. My flatmate answered my phone and said I was sick, the manager may or may not have believed her if it weren’t for the fact that she’s a sadist and was laughing while describing my illness. Sooooo I am fired. I feel like I’ve turned into the employee I am not supposed to be. The End!

Secondly since I have been here in Australia I have started drinking. I was NEVER going to do that. I even made a pledge when I was nine before I understood what alcohol was. This might include other beliefs I made a pledge too before understanding them as well.

Thirdly, I have become even more confused when it comes to religious matters. I don’t know what I believe in anymore. It may have to do with the fact that I am studying journalism and all the stuff I have been learning at university. I am constantly questioning things. I think I am leaning towards humanism for some reason. I’ll write more about this another time.

I have also recently thought about dates April 18 and October 24. I keep dreaming about them and I feel they have some sort of significance, but I can’t figure it out. It could be that April 18th and October 24th are just a dates and random information that slipped into my consciousness?

I have the following theories:

I dreamt that on April 18 Chris and Amy went to London with out me and I felt left out and decided to go back to Canada.

April 18 is the day I met Officer Old, (whom now is also being referred to as the chemist.) However there is something wrong with this particular theory. I met him on the 20th of April. I only know this because I wrote about it comprehensively in my journal on the 21st. Journals are a wonderful archive of garbled ramblings that no one will ever read except me.

Then again April 18 could have something to do with London, Chris and Amy or perhaps my fate of whether or not I go home?

As for the dream about October 24 I dreamt about a photo album with lots of photographs. There were photos of my cousin, some unknown guy and I in the forest, presumably a national park and my old dogs Shelby and Heidi, which I compulsively started taking them out. The album was dated October 24. I suddenly realised I wanted to put the photos back, but they kept sliding everywhere. I then realised that some of the photos had blue tack so I used it to put it back together, including taking blue tack from photos still in the album.
I know that on October 24 I was interviewed for a job at Pixi Foto. Ironically when this date came to me in my dream I was looking at a photo album. I wonder if that is just coincidence though.

October 24 could also be the day I started thinking about song of the superheroes? Although I vaguely remember reading in my journal my beginning ideas on the 26th and of course I didn’t actually write the first chapter till the 31st. I still feel happy every time I read the beginning sentence “Sarah Evans has a very busy day ahead of her…” written in my big bubbly messy writing.

I have many other theories I thought of but I’ve forgotten. Case in point I am obsessed and I over analyse things too much.

Speaking of words, thinking about language and something the lecturer said. How “language speaks us.” We can’t have thoughts without language as we use words. It is language that constructs society and it is seen as the necessity for being.

P.S. I have a new flatmate which brings the flatmate total to 18! EIGHTEEN! She is pretty cool by the way.