Boy and Bear AND wonderous photos. Brilliant.

I'm wide awake, its morning.

Good morning bloggers. It has been a while, my excuse is that uni is hard, and I have to keep up appearances because I am so popular (with the ladies.. yeah).

After a year of totally rad cool awesome uni, (that I hope I pass, molecular bio is a bitch) I am off to asia again. It will be nice to be gone. This year has been too crazy to not go away, I lost a best friend then found awesome new ones, I am pretty much an expert scientist already, and I have had more lady-friends in a year than I have had for all previous time not including said year
(that sounds bad, but it is generally not hard to get more than 1 of something).
yes I am a stud, I'm the guy the old-spice-guy wishes he could be like.

So I am off to vietnam, and the philipines. Hopefully the current cyclone goes away leaving everything intact. I am off for 3 months, or earlier if I grow bored (haha), or miss my lady too much (distinct possibility..) but I hope to return with many cool items and photos and stories of how awesome everything is, coz thats what it is all about, finding legendary stuff and then being awesome with it, in one huge orgy of legendary awesomeness.

Girl with the Golden Touch

The first semester of university has come to a close. Leaving me rather bored, as study and class ate my time like children eat jelly, disgustingly quickly and constantly wanting more.
So I resign myself to gaining employment so I can moan about how over worked, underpaid and under appreciated I am at the current dead end position while actually enjoying it, getting madfresh (I am bringing this back) discounts and making dollars.

Uni is quite awesome, I feel my brain muscles getting ever more grand each lecture and silently chuckle to myself when I get answers quickly, now all I need is a job at a pipe and tweed shop.
So this break, I plan to:
Get a desk.
Get film Camera and take madfresh photos of bmx cool things
Get the number of a girl who is not engaged, married, taken, into girls
Finally have violin lesson
Maintain current level of awesomeness (its up there, trust me. I know these things coz im awesome)

If I manage to complete these tasks, my quest for awesome holidays-time will be won.

Roll Away Your Stone, Ill Roll Away Mine

Days are flying by, seems father time is being far too free, crossing out weeks at a time in one deft dash with his marker, rather than his usual steady, regular hand, ponderously etching over the dead days and marking out the new.
Over a month has passed since school began and my mind is bursting with new knowledge about clades, allopatric speciation, and other long smart sounding words like commensalism and although the amount of study I do not do, piles up, I spend most of my time talking over coffee on topics from the grammatical origins of English to the merits of the violin over the cello, and how I could possibly use a child's cello as a viola in a pinch due to the relative enormity of my figure.

Is this what students do? Debate pointlessly, all the while chuckling, reveling in the inanity of such fruitless pastimes, content to challenge for the challenge's sake, even though they know already, the butler did it.
Other than intermittent busy nights, passing on occasional sacrificial activities and not being rich and wealth infested, studentdom is quite...

capital.

New opportunities to learn things that have been on the long list called "To Do" for many an age have reared their metaphorical heads and plethora of new "peeps" have also jumped on the rearing-of-heads bandwagon. Some with such alacrity that I don't know how the venerable wagon ever puttered along without them.

In short, events progress in a fashion most pleasing.

Ive Got No Plans And Too Much Time

School seems to need much organization, and I am out of my element. There is so much to do, I am sure of it. But what the hell that is exactly I have not a clue.
I am aware that I have not done the chem questions I need to complete by the weeks end, and I am a little behind on the required reading that I assume there is, as I have not done any, yet there is no mention of any on the course site.

Other than that it all seems too easy, except the chem, but that is to be expected, its chemistry for Buddhas sake, with thermodynamics and electro-static attraction and whatnot.

So I continue doing... nothing really. People seem to have disappeared like some cheap magic act that you cannot fathom, but secretly keeps you up at night. Everyone is busy and I frequently have no plans and too much time.

School is an odd place, people everywhere like little worker ants hauling their loads of books to and fro with little sense of order unless you look closely. On the hour every hour the paths explode with a torrent of students scurrying to their next unknowable destination, passing me by while I sit under a tree eating tuna not looking over french notes, all the while wondering who it is I am absently staring at, where they are off to in such a hurry and why they don't find the trees pretty enough to glance at. This is how I spend much my day twixt classes, pondering the great questions, or nothing at all as familiar and comforting tunes are breathed into my ears from my obligatory ipod, close at hand in case the next song chosen by the shuffle god does not fit the mood of content and warm in the dappled shade of the said pretty tree.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being One

Change is on the wind that blows from the north through my window and occasionally makes my door slam with an almighty crash that shudders throughout the house and most likely disturbs the mice in the ceiling in their nocturnal slumber and the dog from his mostly diurnal kips making him bark, or just wuffle at the imagined intruder while still half asleep...
Once again I am one, without another one to make a two that is really a One, but a larger One than the one referred to in the first instance.

For the longest time I lived as a one, content and ignorant of the lack a simple one has when compared to the completeness a One enjoys. And enjoy it I did for an all too brief time, but it seems the Gods called foul and I was given a red card from the spiteful heavens, bitter that they can only watch like the kid that didnt get picked for Peter Pan and has to be a pirate instead. (mixing metaphors here)

So again I am a one, thriving in the grey pall, exulting in the now known palpable deficiencies of the one because when the winds of change blow yet again I will enjoy the One that little bit more.
It seems I am a masochist, as, assuming history still repeats itself, this vaunted change will not occur again for an age, (Age: a particular period of history, as distinguished from others; a historical epoch, history in this case being the history of me, of course*).

Not for lack of trying! No!
The problem is that my interest in film makes up all my childhood education on how relationships begin and it seems these circumstances do not occur as often or as easily as portrayed in Garden State, 500 Days of Summer, Stardust, Aladdin (and many more plausable examples of human interaction) and yet, being the rather hopeless, hopeful romantic I think I am, I cling to these portrayals like a chipmunk on a gangplank in highseas on Sunday

So I wait, like cupid in a bear suit, for a worthy one to approach my hide and the wind of change to rise at the right time before I let my arrow fly to make us a One.

In the meantime, I deal with the stink of dead bear and the lonely boredom of oneness.

It aint too bad, I do get a freakin' bearsuit.

She Has a Rainbow