Idiotic Irony

Isn't it slightly ironic that when I had nothing to do in the holidays I couldn't bring myself to sit down and write on my ugly blog, yet now I have billions to do I have all the time in the world for my beautiful blog?
I guess that is because right now the alternative is reading my Rethinking Culture
chapters on Semiotics. If this concept is unfamiliar to you, I will give you an extract from the reader to make you understand more clearly:

A sign whose signified is another sign is a sign 'about' another sign: that is, a metalingual sign. Most of the sentences in this book, for example, are metalingual. This sentence is metalingual.

This sentence is stupid. That seriously was, word for word, meant to be an explanation, backed up with a fully comprehensive example.

Honestly, if they want us to read a whole book like that in two weeks they need to supply anaesthetics - not to put us to sleep, because the book takes care of that by itself - for the pain.

I suppose while I am already procrastinating I should tell you about my new job. I recently got an internship with a record company that does radio, telephone and television advertising as well as being a record label for upcoming artists. Yesterday was my first day, so my boss started me off with something easy - audio broadcasting. It's pretty fun, when you get into it, but after heaps of rejections and a few maybes, you feel sort of hopeless. I got to listen to the jingles that they'd already made and they will be forever stuck in my head. I also helped with the new Trinity jingle, which if I ever hear again I will collapse into a psychadelic fit.

Right, gotta go avoid reading.
Love Gemini

xoxo

It's raining rain...hallelujah

Hallelujah indeed, for if it was raining men it would be a dark day. There are so many men in Sydney. Obviously there are men everywhere, but for some reason I have never seen so many men in one place as I have in this saucy city. There are five categories of men that I have encountered in my weeks here. (I apologize for committing a moral and social crime - putting people into boxes - yet from my experience boxes can quite comfortable and the person always does more damage to the box than the box does to the person.)

1. The nice friend guy.
- Buys you dinner.
- Gives you hugs when they see you
- Laughs at you

2. The sleazy guy.
- Follows you from central station all the way down Broadway.
- Gives you drunken serendipities.
- Should be back at home sleeping it off

3. The good looking guy.
- You see them once only
- Gives you a look over your head and doesn’t realize you exist in a physical state
- Disappears into fairy land

4. The nice adult guy.
- Knows how the real world works
- Gives you a job because they like your phone voice
- Is married because they aren’t a complete sleaze

5. The stalker guy.
- Closely related to the sleazy guy but is more complicated
- Gives you abuse for no real reason
- Seems nice at first but then shows his two year old mentality

So that’s it for the men. What a nice way to avoid doing work! I’m meant to be knocking over the peak of the mountain of reading I have at the moment. Yet you would be surprised the things I am prepared to do in favour of studying.

Goodbye yellow brick road,
Gemini xo