Last time I blogged was Feb 23, and so much has happened since then. Well, not really. But I found out I had used $1500 in the two months that I had been working, and if I didn't use ANYTHING, I would have $2880 sitting in my bank account. But now, the numbers just keep shrinking, and it makes me sad.

Still unemployed, and haven't been looking. But I really should start. Uni is going to drain the hell out of my wallet with travel already taking up half of my weekly income that comes from piano teaching. So I'm pretty much screwed, unless I have zero social life and bring my own lunch, and sit in the library during my two hour breaks, I can pretty much save a little less than $20 a week. Yipee.

Highlights would have probably been beaching it with Bon and Leslie and karaokeing it up for two hours with my three bitches: Davo, Kelvin and Emily.
The beach was awesome fun. I got a sunglasses tan, had french toast for lunch, laughed at a fob that got a pretty big print on his ass, since he intelligently sat his wet ass down on the sand, and got a whole moon of sand on his rearside. Classic fun. It was so long since I had gone to the beach, and I kept getting pulled out of the flags, and had to swim against a rip. Total workout for my thighs, and I scored myself pain for the following two days. But totally worth it. And lol @ Leslie for parading his half naked body around the city when we returned from Maroubra Beach.

Emily and I also joined DanceKool for the first time on Monday night. That was hella fun. The dude that taught could adapt to so many styles. Saw him teaching a girls' hiphop group beforehand, and zomg, never in my life have I seen a MAN dance so sexually good. It was definitely a turnoff, but it sure looked good. When it came for him to teach US, it was like a totally different him, and all his moves were supersmooth. The group was small, so he went through the routines with us individually step by step. Truly a sweet guy. Saw Joseph pop in towards the end, and he was breaking on the side of the studio. The night ended at around 9:30, and my legs began to ache the next morning, and are STILL aching from ass to ankle. Crazy stuff; never knew how unfit I was. But hopefully dancing every week will whip me [s]back[/s] into shape

All the talk has been about uni. Some love it, some hate it. Davo and Bonnie don't seem to be so hyped up about it, which scares me, because they're probably the two people that I would've thought would most easily make friends. But oh welps. Went to O-WEEK yesterday and I gotta say, the people at UNSW aren't ALL fobs. Lol. I wanted to join the Dance society, but it costs $10 to join, and before that, you gotta join ARC, which is $149. So, $160 just to join a group that gets together weekly and just dances. Sounds tempting, but my asian side took over and gave it a pass. And since I have DanceKool, that's probably enough.

And you, conveniently popping back into my life again. Just after I thought I was over it, just when I was about to give something else a shot, you waltz back in and screw me over. It sucks how time just makes me forget about all the crap you've put me through after all these years and I somehow tell myself to think better of you, when I probably shouldn't. You keep pressing rewind and play, and I keep letting the same thing happen, when I could easily change things around. I hate how you have that affect on me, and I hate pretending like I don't know, when you and I both know things aren't as simple as it seems to be. And I hate how I still have that little speck of hope that this time, you'll make things different.