So the title of this post is the product of a mosquito-bitten, swollen eye, and spewing at a train station. I'm not known to shy away from puns on my name, in fact I whole-heartedly embrace them with the enthusiasm of a thousand five-year-old children given the task of defecating all over the floor. I was meant to meet up with my friend, Vinh, whom I had joined forces with to take outfit photos for my blog. This was Friday. An hour before I was meant to meet up with him, I find myself spewing all over the Central station toilets and eyeing off the transit officers with a nausea-fuelled delusion that it'd be really cool to use their uniforms as a blanket and collapse on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I'll see you on MONDAY!!!", said I.
Come Monday, my eyelid decided to get into a battle with a mosquito, and lose. Resulting in this. So, all this materialised into two cancellations and the nickname "Jessicancel". I'm sorry again, Vinh!!
Blazer: Thrifted. Originally a school blazer from a Male Catholic primary school (which never fails to prompt, O HEY, U WEARING UR SKEWL BLAZA???).
Booties: Battered, and from Lovely Shoes
But seriously, how ridiculously useless are mosquitoes. All they do is buzz and spread disease and be generally unattractive and hopeless and annoying. I spent Monday night searching 'mosquito' on Facebook and liking any anti-mosquito pages (one of them being "Dear Mosquitoes, make yourself useful and suck my dick, not my blood" or something equally vulgar and amusing). When I'm angry at you, you better watch out, I'm really dangerous. I search up pages on Facebook and like them instead of taking any real action like buying repellent or building myself a nest inside my closet to sleep in.
Uni so far has been a disappointment. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but not this. All uni is, is screwing around on my friend's Macbook photobooth, refreshing Twitter in lectures and walking up stairs. UNSW is just stairs. I doubt there is any flat ground, because going to university is the equivalent of spending seven hours straight on an exercise stepping machine. Oh, and writing blog posts. All I do is write blog posts for my media classes. And eat free sausages at free BBQs, which seem to be on every day of the week. It's still early days, though, so fingers crossed that things will look up sooner or later.
And give a big wave to Vinh, who will be taking my outfit photos from now on because I'm just a poor little university student who can't afford to shell out $100 everytime my prime lens decides to shit itself (which will probably be every day, considering my coordination level). He did a pretty good job on these ones, but it was the first outfit we shot so the other ones will be even better. Hurray. He is a legitimately passionate and an AMAZING photographer, so if you ever need anything - shots for your party, nude photos to send to your lover's mobile, glamour portraits of yourself to hang up in your living room - give Vinh a yell, and he'll do an incredible job for you.