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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Why Is There A Dead Pakistani On My Couch?

Ah Google.

You provide such wonderful things. For instance, your search word function provides endless amusement. 

Yes I'm sure Jesus could microwave a burrito, even taking into consideration burritos are Mexican, and while we don't know a lot about Jesus, we can conclude with some certainty he wasn't Mexican. 

But he definitely had a microwave. Yes, 2000 years ago, Jesus had a microwave. It was probably a pretty hot commodity. You could charge for the use of that. He probably made a fortune. 

Ok another topic. I completed another of my list! Yes I sang kareoke in a bar. I stunned people into silence. Seriously, no one cheered, sang along, or clapped. Even at the end. I think they were in shock that someone could sing that badly. I have officially ruined Bohemian Rhapsody for all those who attended the South St Ale House. 

I'm going to set up my bucket list online so everyone can track my progress. Twill be fun :)

Until next time,


P.S. Another really fun thing. Turn up the sound on your computer (make sure your not in a meeting/lecture), then go to and click on the ! in yahoo. It brings a smile to my face every time. Cheap thrills I know.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Not Too Hot On Summer


The summer night is like a perfection of thought.  ~Wallace Stevens

Well Mr Stevens, clearly you never spent a night in Perth during summer. 

It is currently 10.42pm, pitch black outside and still 26.4 degrees Celsius. Thats 79 degrees Fahrenheit, for all you Americans.

Todays grand total was 34.3 Celsius (93.7). Yesterday was even worse - 38.1 (100.5). 

I hate summer. Its great during December, when it doesn't get too hot. January sucks. February sucks. Half of March sucks. I walk around constantly sweating, its disgusting. I haven't been properly dry since New Years, possibly before. 

Rexona Women Clinical Protection Shower Fresh 45mL
Although my mum put me onto this wonderful deodorant - Rexona Women Clinical Protection. It is my lifesaver. Although, its not like you can put that all over your body, so you still get that fun sweat dripping down your back, behind your knees, back on your neck, top lip, forehead. Basically everywhere bar underarms :).

SO I'm guessing you have all realised I am not a summer person. Summer makes me uncomfortable. Plus with all that sweating I am paranoid I smell. 3 months of paranoia - not healthy. 

I don't like the beach. **GASP**

Yes its true. I do not like the beach. I, Ashleigh of Student Myths Uncovered, would rather do almost anything instead of going to the beach. I burn very easily, and get very hot very easily. Therefore, a beach with little shade = not happy. Then theres all that sand, and the salt water. **Shudder**

It kind of sucks that I live in Western Australia, home of the great beach. 

Cottesloe Beach

My own personal form of hell. 

Anyway, give me winter any day. This could be because in Perth we don't have very intense winters. So therefore its more attractive to me than people who have very intense winters. 

Grass being greener and all that. Or in Perths case, grass being browner. 

Food for thought.

Until next time 

Ashleigh xxx

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

True Love

I would just like to direct all of my readers over to Andrea's blog - Caffeinate Me.

This latest post is so beautiful and well written, and I think it epitomises true love.

Read it here


Sunday, February 13, 2011

How I Met The Boyfriend

Its Valentines Day tomorrow!

I thought that, in honour of this day, I would tell you all how I met The Boyfriend.

It all started one dark and gloomy night.

Not really.

Basically, I finished boarding school in December 2007 and decided to move to Perth with a girlfriend from school. I got myself a job at the Perth Domestic Airport, in the newsagency.

I had been there about 4 months when I first met The Boyfriend. Basically he was completing his apprenticeship (he's a chef) in the restaurant near the newsagency and would come and buy his chocolate from me. I started seeing him around more and more, although we never really spoke. Then he started buying a LOT of chocolate. Like he would come in 3 or 4 times a day.

One time he mentioned that he was really tired because he had a sick child at home. I freaked out, because there was no way I was going to go out with someone who had a kid - I was 17! Absolutely not ready for that. But I got my workmate to talk to him and she found out it was actually his nephew, as his sister was still living at home. Thank god!

So I was refilling the drinks fridge one day and he came over to say hello. I did the whole hair flicky, 'I have nothing to do this weekend' thing. It took him about 20 minutes to catch on. It still marvels me that he honestly had no idea that I was blatantly hitting on him, and believe me I was pretty bloody obvious about it. Anyway, eventually he cottoned on and asked me to the movies.

We ended up going for dinner a couple of nights later, and the rest they say, is history. It helped that we lived really close to each other and worked in the same place, although I left soon after.

He is honestly the most wonderful man, and everything I could have hoped for. While I am chaotic and twirly, he is calm. He balances me. He knows exactly how to make me laugh, he knows how to make me chill out when everythings gets too much. When I get massively stressed and am struggling to get out of bed, he knows how to fix it. He gives wonderful hugs, and makes me feel gorgeous. When he's home, he gets up earlier than me and brings me coffee to get me out of bed. He makes and freezes me meals so that I eat decent food when he's not there. He accepts me for all my crazy and annoying faults.

We call each other 'Lobster'. Yes, I know its an unusual pet name. It comes from a Friends episode (where else?). You can read the synopsis here. I actually bought him a lobster not long ago. He looks like this:

I love him. He loves me. It really is that simple. 

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Semester 1, Here I Come

Hi everyone

So Semester 1 is upon us. I have just finished up volunteering at Orientation Week, catering to the new students on campus. There were laughs, tears, stress, new friends made, things learnt, fun campus tours. And that was just me. I can't remember what my orientation was like, it all went past in a blur and I'm sure the 2010 commencing students will be much the same. 

I loved volunteering. I loved taking everyone on a campus tour, pointing out the 1st, 2nd and 3rd most important buildings on campus (The Tav, Asian Food Van and Library.... in that order). Then at Festival Day (held on the Friday and just a chance for everyone to let their hair down) I was the jellybean girl. I walked back and forth in front of the First Year Experience stall yelling 'Jellybean! Jellybean!' and giving away heaps of the little sugar bites. People took my photo. Yes I was that famous. I was also recognised from my awesome campus tours a couple of times. 

Plus I handed out about a gazillion of student cards. That was.... ahem..... fun. 

Now I am anxiously waiting on 2 things. A) my results from the summer unit I took. I'm pretty sure I passed, but you always have that niggling doubt until you see the little black letter on your screen. B) for the phone call saying 'Yes we would like to offer you a graduate position based on your awesome work as a vacationer', or 'Unfortunately, we will not be making an offer at this time. All candidates were very strong and we wish we could have all of you, but there is only one position available'. 

Kill me now. The wait is frustrating. 

And Semester 1 begins on Monday. I have an epic timetable this semester. Uni for 1/2 of Monday and 3/4 of Tuesday. Thats it. Yes you read correctly. I am stoked. I'm going to work on Wednesdays and Thursdays and use Sunday as my 'do readings before class and catch up on crap' time. Possibly with a trip to the Fremantle Markets for my weekly food shop. 

Speaking of, I am doing this tomorrow. My friend and I will catch the bus down, have coffee on the cafe strip, chat, then do some shopping in the Fremantle Markets. Semester is beginning, therefore the time for healthy eating is here. I pay extra attention to my diet during semester because I know getting sick will have dire consequences. Plus I feel like I teeter on the edge of a mental breakdown half the time anyway, so having anything extra to worry about is just NOT an option.

I am feeling that teetering right now. Every semester I feel like I barely hold it together (although I do still get good grades) and I always worry 'is this the semester I won't make it through?'. I'm sure its not, but it always feels like the end is never in sight. But it is! 18 months and I am finished. This time next year, I will be looking at my final semester at uni. Then real life begins right? 

Anyway, I'm going to continue on my reading about Employment Relations, then move onto Safety, Errors and Accidents, and Developmental Psychology. As well as getting myself organised e.g. assignment dates in diary, books organised etc.

Much love