Bastard

"Bastard": I'm pretty sure it means the same thing in Oz, however the term is used much more casually and with affection. If a friend calls you a "stupid bastard," he/she means it with as much love as possible (if that makes sense).

Stathi: "So I heard that 'bastard' is an offensive term in the States. Is that true?"
Me: "Yeah it's actually an insult."
Stathi [with a traumatized expression]: "OH MY GOD, NO WONDER SHE LOOKED SO INSULTED!"
Me: "Um...should I even ask?"
Hahah poor Stathi.

Okay today is officially Day 3 of writing my sports paper. I spent the whole day writing it, only to find out during office hours that I went off in the wrong direction. -_- I can't believe my friends took only five hours to do this. It also doesn't help that my roommate and her girlfriend have a tendency to have extremely loud sex. Yes, you read it correctly, loud sex. It's so loud, in fact, that it pierces through their closed door, travels down the hallway and sneaks under my closed door. It's finally gotten to the point where my other roommate yelled, "Oh my GOD, keep it down!" Unfortunately, they either didn't hear her or chose to ignore it. In retaliation, my roommate turned up her very loud American music (they seem to really like clubbing songs here). Needless to say, this is not a very papering-friendly environment. It seems tonight I have to forgo another bar experience in favor of finally finishing my paper. :( At least I'm saving beer money.

I called my boss yesterday, and to my surprise, he actually answered. After I stammered out a question regarding my recent lack of work (damn you, insecurity!) he replied, "I thought you said you couldn't work this week."
WHAT!
I politely said no, I stated in my note that I was unavailable next week, but am free this week. "I'm sorry, was my note unclear?" I asked tentatively. My boss ignored my question/apology and gruffly said that he would call me next Saturday to let me know of my new schedule. I was a bit upset that he was so stupid (I'm pretty certain that my note was very clear) but at least I still have a job. Kind of.

I've always considered myself to be "realistically optimistic," or in other words, "zen." What's meant to be will happen. If it doesn't, there's always a silver lining or another open door (or window). However, sometimes I can't help but wonder if this mentality is just a way to trick ourselves into feeling better and believing that whatever we lost wasn't worth it anyway. Maybe in actuality, the cloud doesn't have a silver lining but a fuzzy grey one. I know it's incredibly pessimistic, but I just wanted to voice it and see what you guys think. Undoubtedly, if we all thought that way, the suicide rate would go through the roof. It's much better to believe that all our losses were for a reason and hopefully, a bigger pay-off.