my theory stands

young drivers aren't the problem on the roads because they're the worst drivers, they're dying on the roads because older dick heads are out there to kill them and when they're confronted with a difficult situation, they don't have the experience or skills to deal with it accurately.
today i went to uni to do group work, we had a quick little meeting and then i had to do some blogging because i realised i in fact had four blogs due today and not just the three as i had thought, so i had to do that extra one. doing that, tappety tap tap, then the others come back from an hour of vox pops, we watch the videos, i show them what i did for our presentation last friday, finish my blog and go to catch the train. the slowest train of all time. i get home 20 minutes late, which effectively equals 20 minutes late for work. rush home, get dressed in a split second, get in my car and head to work.
of course i'm stressed because i'm late for work and i've asked for more shifts and it doesn't look good if someone who's asked for more shifts can't even get to those shifts on time. but i've been late before and 20 minutes is nothing compared to some other people, and the fact that the speed limit in bacchus marsh barely gets above 50 km/h, i had lulled into acceptance of my lateness and accepted the fact that most people go down the street at about 20 km/h. there's a guy driving in front of me, one of these nervous breakers who put their brakes on for no reason and look for a corner for about a kilometer. he finds his corner... i'll illustrate this in pictures.

so the blue car is vincent and the green car in front of me has only just put his indicator on at this point. he's basically around the corner and only just decides to put his indicator on, but i'm late for work so i'm not mincing around to give way to the people coming out of the corner obviously because i am on the main road and i have the right of way.

so there goes my beloved vincent, taken away by a toe truck in a fountain of my tears, flashing police and fire brigade lights [called to clear away the mysterious fluid pouring from my broken car] and the shock stares of onlookers.
the idiot who didn't wait for me to go before he went around the corner could hardly speak english, thought i was either drunk or under age and he would be in the clear, didn't even want to call the police, but two women across the road who had come out of the shire hall for a cigarette and got me out of the car because i was still sitting in their crying, shaking and calling my dad, gave me a hug and told the guy to call the police because a crime had clearly happened and it needed to be reported.
i was pretty shaken and my breath-o-liser [i don't know how to spell that] was clear obviously because if you have noticed from reading this blog i hate people who break road rules because car accidents ruin lives and i would never drive under the influence, so the police exchanged our details and i was free to go and make a claim. mum said she thought the man was taken away by the police, but i don't know for sure, i was too shaken to notice, i just couldn't stop thinking of vincent's bonnet all wrinkled and leaking something and not starting and i don't think i'll ever be able to drive him again.
we had some good times me and vincent. i love that car. i know there was a lot of rubbish in it, but i did love that car, and the dried up flowers are the male_parental_unit's fault, and so is some of the mess. but i really relied on that car. i need him to get to work. i need him to go places i cant get to by train, which is most places from here. this is going to severely affect my life in a serious way and i am not looking forward to it.
also as i had a traffic collision on the way to work i am a shift down this week.
grrr. i hate the world.

oh when will this year end...

i'm not going to complain about uni this time because i'm sure anyone who may be actually read this would be getting sick of it. poor little privileged capitalist sitting in her lecture theatre getting a higher education. :( how sad for you, you have to struggle so long for a degree to get you a job with a per annum pay cheque that will buy you all the creature features you don't need to survive on a basic human level but crave anyway in your decadent existence you. so no more uni complaints [for now] and in three weeks, none for ages as i will be on holidays.
so i finally caught up with some past doctors who's on iview and after yet another solid 42 mins of matt smith [have i mentioned he's a babe?] i decided i wanted to learn more about the doctor and his many faces for i went onto the library catalogue and borrowed all the doctor who dvds in the rmit library collection.

are you salivating yet?
i am. god i love his hair. i wish the boy would do his hair like that. super sexy. i don't think i'd ever put my pants back on when he's around.
so on the holidays when i borrow some of these and i come back from my little detox from life where i'll be healthying it up at the beach for a week, i shall be a proper expert and shall start collecting figurines of the doctors and maybe even a blow up tardis.
i've been feeling a little run down. i blame the assignments personally, but it may just be this bug catching up with me [everyone in my family has had it and somehow, until now, i avoided it]. i wanted to have some tea when i finally got home [the train was broken so i left uni at 4 but didn't get home til 6] but i felt a little too ill to stomach it so i resorted to lemsip instead. i hope i don't make myself worse by missing medicine. i haven't taken anything properly medicinal, i just had some zinc, echinacea, vitamin b and c, garlic, fish oil, other stuff that has ridiculous names that sound like bob geldof's children and are totally un-pronounceable. i don't think those things would mix badly. i mean you cook those things together. i think broccoli has them all maybe. whatever, if i have a turn for the worst i will let you know so that in future you won't make the same mistake.
what is the afl's problem with players being gay? seriously, i know all the jock types whose careers revolve around this circle are massively homophobic and seem to be somewhat misogynistic, example:

football player: wanna go back to my place.
me: no.
football player: you should.
me: why should i?
football player: because i play afl.
me: i don't care.
football player: you should.
me: well i don't, so get over it.
football player: most girls would kill to go home with me.
me: so go find one of them.
football player: what's your problem, do you know who i am?
me: no, i follow soccer.
football player: k bai.

but really, ian roberts came out and he's a rugby player, which if you went up to new south wales and heard the people up their going on about gay F L, that rugby would be worse but he became a real icon and was honoured at the tate modern in london. so really guys, get over it. people are gay and it's a beautiful thing that they aren't demonised the way they used to be. i mean if it wasn't bad enough that they still can't get married, have ivf or adopt, they have dickhead football players saying it's inappropriate. get you head out of your ass.
i can't remember what i really got on here to say so i'll just leave it there.

fucking institutions

i'm reading the baghdad blog at the moment [in book form] so i know that in comparison i really have nothing to complain about because the likelihood of me being bombed right now, in a uni, in melbourne in australia is very very slim, but in terms of privileged, higher educated, western, capitalist, 20 year old gen y girl problems i have quite a bit to complain about.
firstly, rmit, when you built the new media and communications, i'm sorry, applied communications, i can't keep up with all your name changing so forgive me for being primitive, building, did you realise that the space aged design needed an instruction manual? the teachers and even the IT people have no idea how to change the images projected onto the screens when the equipment has a shit day and the touch screen ipad remote thing doesn't want to work, they barely know how to keep the lights from fading after 10 minutes of no action like a screen saver that monitors the inactivity of people sitting in a class room, or even simply turn them on and off. did you also notice that after you spent all your money on these ridiculous toys that the one computer lab in the building that us media students can access with out security cards is an advertising and communication design lab with insufficient media applications and the inconvenient detail of students constantly being kicked out for classes that have apparently booked the room despite there being no indication of this? then you go and turn our old lab into an art building and stick a fat disgruntled employee in there telling anyone who's not doing foundation studies in the field of fine art to piss off. then you go and put the secret student computer lab that used to be across the street and only ever had about 10 people in it and therefore a million free computers because only those savvy enough to look outside the library for a computer knew it was there, on campus, so that if you are lucky enough to get on a computer you then reach the awkward conclusion of not being able to get onto personal emails because this is somehow seen as dissenting activity and not fit for university despite the fact that many of us are conducting interviews with people as part of our many projects and need to access emails to coordinate these interviews. you also disallow us from access facebook where my tute group has a project to run, coordinating a facebook group for a user generated ABC website and in order to do said assignment need to actually get on facebook.then you block us from accessing blogger so we can complain about, or use it to present a project which is what we're aiming to do.
bloody freakin hell.
and don't even get me started on the bloody train leaving early today. 9.37 buddy, it says it on the timetable. 9.35 is not 9.37. i almost punched out the smug ticket selling lady when i purchased my ticket and she said "you've just missed the last one". i fucking know bitch, i saw it drive off as i came out of the park at 9.35.