D.I.D a Mess

Ahoy hoy from the boring state - Canberra! it has been a long time coming and i'm sure that many of you had spent a great deal of your 1am-4am time slot marinating in solitude and self indulgent blogging wishing that i would never permeate the...perhaps questionable credibility of this blog. Alas, the day has come and i'm going to take you on a ride - ACT STYLE!
I've thankfully made it through the festive fervor of O-week and after bathing in an arguably 75% sewage creek and finding myself in a gay bar draped in drag (yes perhaps this does answer a lot of questions about me) with 200 other students i've made it into the 3rd week of University. Canberra's ever present left bent is starting to become more and more prevalent in my classes which is rather annoying but unescapable as most of the ANU lecturers - especially for politics all seem to be raging socialists. Around a week ago we had a 'guest lecture' by one of the leading advocates for Marxism in Australia and wasn't that a hoot! Sporting a moustache that was so immense it was arguably aware of itself and capable of free thought, "Rick Coon" or "Dick Poon" as he was affectionately known by the horde of adoring students spent an hour berating his marxist views around the lecture theatre until around 40% of the students had walked out in disgust - myself included. Ironically, the lecture was about power and frankly, i've seen a slug exert more influence over me - and without the ridiculous moustache.
To further reinforce the insidious left wing stance, the Chancellor decided to flex his political muscles and get Bob Hawke to come and speak to the first years. After around 40 minutes of "Bobby's" attempts to coerce us into believing his senile rants about burying the world's nuclear waste in the centre of Australia - which i have yet to research yet and find out if the idea has any validity, feel free to do so if you have the time it would be interesting to see if the man still has any brain function undamaged by years of alcohol abuse and passive cigarette smoke from the mobs of "Bobby's Girls" cheap whore groupies.
The consistently sterotypical idea that is University was exemplified yet again when during the speech a group of the arts students began protesting against something or other. I find it funny that the whole idea of coming to University was supposed to somewhat alleviate my 'cultural cringe' however it has rather just developed it and engaged another facet of it.
That being said though, the other 90% of the experience has been great and the carefree independence of living by myself has been great. Canberra has very much shown me the three reasons that people go there: marijuana, porn and fireworks. The oddly unnecessary random fireworks show all around the city have become a tad stale but the former are more than prevalent around the town. A recent trip into 'Fyshwick' actually left me shuddering at the depths that the porn industry will plumb to sell a measly dvd. Here i was thinking that it wasn't physically possible for a woman to be penetrated through the ear by a blue whale - but oh how ignorant i was.

Anyway, i hope this reasonably boring account of the boring state has made you all feel a little bit better about the monotony of your mediocre existences. If not, as in the case of Crucible Tongs i suggest you try going outside for a little bit and perhaps get your mother to introduce you to some of her friend's "lovely daughters".