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This past weekend

was a bit of a strange one. Friday night saw us and the group head over to Shani and Pat’s house to indulge in lots of Shani’s awesome cooking. I was amazed by the fact that we managed to get through the whole night without breaking out a board game or movie; you know a night’s got a good vibe when there’s no need for those kinds of (dare I say it) social crutches. While I do enjoy the odd game of Catan and poker, it sometimes seems that by playing them, you’re missing out on conversations that might have more…meaning? Importance? I’m not sure what I’m trying to say here, other than I was glad to just have a night of conversation for a change.

Saturday Louise and I went out shopping in the morning and I bought some shirts which weren’t Threadless designs (le gasp!). Lou went to town on the skirts section, buying enough to last her until Christmas without washing–or they would me if I were one to flaunt a leg in a skirt*. We then went to her folks’ place to get our bikes fixed up so that we can now go for rides on the weekend without having to borrow bikes and getting severely sore grundles/vajayjays. I plan on riding my bike back to our place sometime next week in order to have it available for riding into university. I’m not particularly fond of the six kilograms I’ve put on in the last few months, so I see a 20 minute bike ride every morning and evening as a chance to distance my relationship with them.

Saturday night I royally fucked up a pork roast, chucked a hissy, and acted like a brat about it. I’m still feeling a bit guilty today despite apologising to all involved, but hopefully I can treat the housies to something nice next weekend to make up for it.

Sunday was Curtin University Open Day, so I dutifully went in dressed in my ‘Curtin Curious’ polo and chatted to the few punters that chose to wander over to our stop. It was a pretty fun day, but unfortunately we damn near froze to death thanks to being situated directly opposite the artificial wind-tunnel created by the ramp up to the second story of the new chemistry building. After spending the morning there I went to help Dad’s friends move a lounge set from their daughter’s place to his, and then move his two armchairs to our place where they took up residence separately in the lounge room and the weird vinyl listening/reading nook. Finally, I visited Cian’s dad and dropped off his presents (a Dalek shirt, Bender figurine, Cuban cigars, watch, and postcard) and had a chat about just about every topic ever for a couple of hours over some beers. I came away with a pretty sweet rock sample showing a petrified worm or tentacle of some sort. Hamish is a bit of a legend. Like father like daughter, eh Cian?

No writing done, though I am working on editing a paper for a fellow Ph.D. student here at Curtin, so I guess that counts as something. Oh, and I filled out a prompt with some doggerel over at Virgule. I should really put out a call for inspiration like my writer buddy Dan Simpson and see what muscles I can still even flex. Perhaps later today, or tomorrow. We’ll see.

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*Which I have been known to do, but only for costume parties. Keep your minds out of the gutter.

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