Anyway, the last few days have been all over the place... good, and bad.
On Wednesday, I beached it with one of my closest friends. We headed to Nobby's first, where we were toppled over by waves and whipped by kelp cat o' nine tails. Not as strong as her, I was knocked over and dragged with the current closer to shore. All I could think of was our friend at Schoolies who nearly drowned caught in a rip, and the nasty kelp, so we drove around to Newcastle Beach. Much better conditions there - cleaner water, better waves, more vigilant life guards and nicer guys to perve on for sure!
Monstrous waves at Nobby's Beach!
I'd virtually forgotten until the drive home, when we were talking about her TAFE class and how I'd stuffed up Uni for the year, that February Round offers came out that night. 9pm soon came around and I looked online on the UAC website, not expecting much at all. But I was amazed by what I saw in the screen in front of me. Somehow, I'd gotten in to the Bachelor of Communications at Newcastle Uni!
I thought about it for a moment. I'd mentally conditioned myself for a gap year - work, travel, learning French at the WEA. Everything. I also had to hear from that job offer in two days time. Knowing my place would still be held for 2012, deferment it was! A gap year is still my priority for this year - I'm turning 18 and want to enjoy it for a while without the stress of study. That and I don't want to start my degree when I can't get into the Uni bar for a couple of months!
Rest, my precious piggy bank. You needn't worry just yet.
On a high, Thursday, I went into town with another friend. We checked out Hunter Street. She showed me Emma Soup, I showed her the legendary Rock Shop a few stores up, and then we headed to Westfield, Kotara. I was so well behaved! I paid for my lunch and a Boost juice, and that's all. Usually, I have to spend there - I'm overcome with the objects surrounding me... especially in JB HI-FI. This time, my will power had a work out.
Naturally, I have very little money to hand out at the moment in my unemployed state. At the moment I've been following my grandad's motto "spend it wisely". I have an upcoming baby shower gift and belated 18th present to purchase, which will hurt the bank in its current state, but I am happy to hand over the cash. It's for one particular friend who really needs it and will appreciate what I buy for her and her developing bub. Grandad, that's got to be a wise outflow of cash.
Silent indeed.
If you could compare my week to a roller coaster, Friday was the downward slope. I stayed at home, on standby with my mobile phone and the land line until 4pm. No call. I was pissed off, no doubt about it. The guy I'd had my interview with told me I'd receive a call even if I didn't get the position. It's plain rude not to call when you make a date and set certain conditions. The optimist in me tells me to wait an extra week - they could have been as busy as the day I had my interview and had no time to call. If I don't hear in a weeks time, it'll be official - no dice. My littlest cousins came over for a swim, though, and it got the issue of employment off my mind.
Contrastingly, this weekend has been quite cruisey. Very relaxed, very quiet, except for the incessant chorus of cicadas. Tomorrow I start my French class, and I've got to keep looking for work if I am evidently incommunicado. February: a month shaping the year ahead.