Despite hopping on board with this blogging shebang, I’ve realised a brutally ironic truth: the internet vexes my mind. Between trying to post, start new websites and remember stupid passwords every time QUT changes them (notably: “igotaigotapocketfullofsunshine,”) I’ve managed to work out that the 21st Century is not for me, and more importantly, I’m actually an old man in the body of a (ridiculously good looking) teenager. Here’s why: Read more
My year officially finishes on 1 November, because that’s when the last of my 50% assignments are due (no exams, yay). Yes, my sanity may be declining since I have four 50% assignments to do AT THE SAME TIME, but realising just how close Christmas and New Year’s Eve are, it’s giving me motivation to….well, get motivated. And thus I have created an action plan for 2013, my 3rd and penultimate year of uni, filled with things I’m going to try and do.
Because this is much more productive than actually doing my assignments.
Upon learning I was going to be a QUT blogger, I was gripped by an instant compulsion to share my pearls and/or nuggets of wisdom using the power of the interwebs. I wanted to start straight away, and chronicle my every undoubtedly invaluable thought.
Well, I didn’t. For the past few weeks uni has been systematically bombarding me with assessment, primarily in the form of interviewing random strangers, attempting to sound professional over the phone whilst I sit in bed with a packet of Doritos.
No this isn’t the script for a sadistic and beastly horror movie. This is the story of my first concert. The Wombats for those who don’t know are an indie rock band from Liverpool. The band consisting of Tod, Dan and Murph (I use the first names because I know them so well 
) met at the Liverpool institute of performing arts and have since released 3 albums and numerous songs in between.
The band has toured Australia a number of times and was here early this year, but they returned again last Thursday to the Riverstage for yet another amazing concert. Let me tell you how the concert went down.
I am back from the dead, where creatures sleep deeply and crack dens become living rooms so comfy. I’m not gonna say I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been around these virtual woods for a while. The thing I hate most about irregular bloggers is how apologetic they become when they don’t post. It’s okay if you are a blogger and you take a break. Okay? Sometimes life happens in excessive amounts. It’s a rare occurrence, but it happens. They are times of quiet desperation. Or absolute bliss.
So kids, if you are an International student like me you would probably have a tongue twister of a unique name and a fruit salad of a mixed accent. Also you would probably have a choreographed story about how you moved to Australia for further studies and managing the life away from your family. After a while, it becomes a repetitive routine that you are obliged to follow. But it is a story worth preserving as it becomes the cornerstone for the stories to come.
Sweat races down the sides of my body. I’ve know this beat so well. What does the crowd look like? Will the mikes be on? Shit, I dropped my guitar pick. The back stage crew are calling our names; ‘hurry the f*** up, because the set times are behind schedule’. I can see the lights; now the crowd… let’s rock.
I don’t attend to live music events very often, but whenever I do I always enjoy myself. There is something amazing about that unmistakable feeling of hearing your favourite songs being played live. I distinctly remember being at Suncorp Stadium last December and hearing the entire crowd singing ‘I still haven’t found what I’m looking for’ by U2; I had goosebumps and shivers down my spine. This is a famous international band and those types of experiences are expected, but the array of talent on offer at the Battle of the Bands this weekend, didn’t leave me disappointed.
It seems like only yesterday when myspace was ruled the computers, today it’s facebook. Everyone has facebook. Even my grandad has it. It’s a way of getting in touch with old friends and stalking those people you’re curious about. It seems like most of my time is taken up by status updates and friend requests, event invitations and photos and last and definitely least; need numbers invitations.
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