Dictionary.com's word of the day matched everything that I hated today.
Banal.
Ever since Albany and last week's dramas (which I've yet to blog about), uni has seemed banal. Today was the worst. This arvo's lit journalism workshop which was meant to be about Michael Moore's 'voice' in Bowling for Columbine turned out to be a debate about Moore's accuracy and general conversational masturbation (no really, that's what it was) about how bad the US et al are politically and economically.
TV is banal. Enough Rope finished up last week. Good news is that The Biggest Loser is back on. I've decided to embrace quirky little reality tv shows that encourage people to do positive things like lose weight or dance.
Coffee is banal. While I was in Albany, mum and Caveman decided to drag out the old coffee percolate-y thing that Mum and Dad got for their wedding and make some 'real coffee'. Thing is, mum's a caffeine woosbag and in the words of Tug Dumbly, 'I like it strooooooooooooong!' Seriously, even instant is stronger than the way mum and Caveman make it. I need a Gloria Jeans or Merchant fix. Soon.
My hair is banal. It needs to be cut. I'm leaving it at the mercy of apprentice hairdressers tomorrow evening so they can change the colour. Be prepared for my beautiful, almost raven coloured hair to be not so raven. My hair is beginning to take on its summertime curls. If it goes ringlety, it's all good. If it boofs, it's banal.
Sleep is banal. Eleven hours felt like two hours. Not good.
Jeff Buckley is not banal. Love the riff in 'Grace'. Winamp spat him out. For that, I am eternally grateful.
Just so we don't get any toe-may-toe/toh-mah-toe arguments. Banal can be pronounced bay-nal or bah-nall. I'm a bah-nall girl myself. It makes me sound all posh and nonchalant.
Stay tuned for hopefully less banality.
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