thanks! it's a two year degree, so i'm already at the halfway mark. it's nice knowing that, but also pretty terrifying that this time next year i'll have graduated and will need to get my ass in gear and enter the real world again.Nice.
How long's the degree?
Camping festivals just don't appeal to me. That "glamping" shit was made for softcocks like me who need, at bare minimum, indoor plumbing, a good shower, and a couple of power points. I'd go if the lineup were superb enough though.
I feel like there's a North Carolina bathrooms joke here but it's just not coming together for me.
It's the monastery for you.
thanks! it's a two year degree, so i'm already at the halfway mark. it's nice knowing that, but also pretty terrifying that this time next year i'll have graduated and will need to get my ass in gear and enter the real world again.
they really don't to me either tbh, but it was an epic way to hear a lot of psytrance in one fell swoop. there's never any shows around here so going to shows always involves a 5-6 hour drive so at least doing some kind of weekend thing makes it more worth it rather than a one night thing. at least the one we're going to next weekend does allow re-entry so we can get a hotel room instead of camping, especially great since it'll be summer by then. although we all (it was me, the bf, and two of his friends camping) totally underestimated how fucking cold it would be up in the mountains — especially hilarious bc one of his friends didn't live that far from the site — i think mainly because a cold front came in. it was COLD. like a low of 40f (4c). and i was wearing these thin cargo capri pants, regular shirt, and a thin hoodie. i brought no pants, no thicker hoodies, only one dang blanket. we all thought we'd be baking in the heat so i brought layers of stuff so i could add/remove clothing if need be. but last night it was so cold i could see my breath, geez. and it's freaking mid-may.
at the very least, there were actual bathrooms (plenty of portable ones too but there was a building with real bathrooms and showers) and our site did have a power hookup although it wasn't working. luckily we had a converter thing to inflate air mattresses using the car's cigarette lighter.
i thought of the whole north carolina bathroom thing too! luckily the vibe was totally cool, i.e. if i'd gone into the men's bathroom i don't think anyone would've cared. it was a cool experience (minus falling while packing up the car and scraping the hell out of all of my limbs) but i'm not sure if i want to do it again.
I just got a small bottle of orange juice to have with my lunch.
The expiry date is 4 Mar 16.
Fuck it, going for it anyway.
i know what you mean, it still kinda shocks me that you're not in university anymore either.I'm confused by the fact I've essentially been in the real world for 2.5 years now. I don't know how I've cobbled together work for that long.
Pretty sure if I ever do a camping festival it'd be one of those ATP ones at a proper holiday park. And I really don't see the appeal in traipsing around in mud, which seems to be the main theme of your average Australian camping festival. I traipsed around in enough mud on Stewart Island last month to last me a good long time. The shoes I wore are still probably in shock.
I like that I managed to leave university by... staying at the university.
I'm taking about seven different vitamin and mineral supplements and I feel physically the healthiest I have in a while.
It could be that "seriously, drink a lot less" thing my doctor bitches about.
But honestly it could be either.
Instead I'm thinking of applying for a postdoc in Armidale, NSW. Look it up if you don't know where it is. You'll quickly realise why I'm hesitating.
So basically Armidale is kinda like Champaign, IL.
More like middle of fucking nowhere, Montana. At least you can get to Chicago from Champaign.
Nobody will ever tour Armidale, so if I want to go to a gig I'd need to fly to Sydney or do an all-day train trip. This is my main consideration here.
Might try for a visit to a Lee Kernahan gig in Tamworth.
I've been to Armidale.
Don't go to Armidale.
Like, really. Don't.
I once had the misfortune to see Kasey Chambers. It was for a good cause, Sound Relief, but never again.