Well I just finished my semester, so right now I am in exam period. But otherwise it is usually like this:
Monday
Wake up and skip my 9 am French Culture lecture. I drive to the Clayton campus and park my car all day. Catch a bus to Caulfield and go to my Human Rights Theory lecture at 11. Sit down with this guy called Alistair who has some kind of weird infatuation with me. The guy doesn't ♥♥♥♥ing leave me alone, and always wants to talk about how he wants to start a band with me. Whatever, weird kid, don't like him. I plug in my iPod to discourage people talking to me, but they do anyway.
On the other side is Chelsea, nice girl, she's cool. A bit full on, but alright otherwise.
I enjoy my HRT lecture.
Then I go to my Journalism lecture with Chelsea. Sit there bored out of my mind as everything the lecturer has to say is common sense.
Finish that at 1 and catch the bus back to Clayton for a 2pm French lecture. Sit there and listen, work everything out, and generally try to avoid randoms who want to talk to me. Finish and then go eat some lunch and wait for 4pm when my French tutorial starts.
Sit down in class with Kat, she's a cool chick.
Then finish at 5 and drive home.
Monday's are generally band day though. So if I go home, it is a combination of homework,
ZU and talking to Amy on Skype.
If I go to jam, then I drive for ages to get to our jam studio and then we jam till about 10pm, drive home and die from exhaustion.
Tuesday
I leave the house at 9am to drive to Caulfield. I park my car in the expensive parking lot because the cheap one is full by 9am.
I have class at 10, my second HRT lecture for the week. I sit and pay attention through all of it, but I sit next to Elanor on Tuesdays. I think stick in my iPod to avoid people and go to the library and study until 1pm when my HRT tutorial is.
Go to my HRT tutorial, try to avoid Sarah, this girl who annoys the ♥♥♥♥ out of me. Always wanting to talk about tattoos or something.
Anyway, this tutorial is like a big group discussion on this week's readings. I dominate it like a boss. Finish class at 2pm and have to run straight over to the computer labs because my Journalism tutorial is starting.
In this class I avoid everyone. Because they're all ♥♥♥♥ing idiots and we always have to do group work. I generally leave early, just because I hate everyone lol. I generally fail at avoiding people. So I am usually on my phone, logged onto Facebook, sending Amy messages.
Wednesday
I have a class at 9 am at Caulfield. So I leave the house at 7.45am, to drop my car off at Clayton and catch a bus to Caulfield.
I sit in for my News Media & Society lecture with these two really cool dudes from Ballarat, Killian and Simon. I met them on orientation day, and they're actually two really cool, very intelligent young men. I absolutely adore them haha. So this lecture is interesting so I pay attention.
Afterward we always go to the local cafe Mamaduke and have brunch. We talk about what has been happening during the week, about our assignments due and whatnot. It's a good time.
Now I have a dilemma haha. I don't have class again till 3, and it is currently 11am.
Sometimes, I go to the library and study. But if I have nothing to hand in, then I call up James and catch a train into the city and we bum around the CBD or Richmond having lunch and a beer lol.
Then I catch a train and a bus back to Clayton.
And then I start to get nervous, because this is my two hours French workshop, and in this class, I AM WITH CUTE NORMAL LOOKING FRENCH CLASS GIRL. And she's hawt. So yeah, I get to class and Chanelle is there. We chat about how it is at work (she works in the same centre that I do) and it is a good time.
We finish class and when walk to the same car park and chat along the way.
Then I get into my car and ♥♥♥♥ing fist pump because I'm a boss and just got her number or something lmao.
Then I drive home in peak hour traffic, but I am still in a good mood because of the day, so I have the music blaring and I dance in the car the whole way home.
Then you know combination of study/
ZU/Amy.
Thursday
I don't have uni on Thursdays, so I go to work, usually at the Nunawading store. I bring with me my homework and laptop, so that when it is quiet I can catch up on some work.
James will usually call me at about 3pm to convince me to go out that night.
He usually succeeds, so on the way home I stop by the liquor store and buy a slab of beer and some ciders on top. Get home, get dressed, throw my work clothes in my car and my laptop and books for Friday's class and drive to James' house.
I get to James' house at about 6.30, open a beer and then we get really ♥♥♥♥ing drunk in his bungalow. We then get driven to the local uni bar called The Notting Hill Hotel. We just call it The Nott though.
It's right next to my universities Clayton campus though, so all the Monash Uni kids are there on a Thursday night.
We drink and party all night. I probably kiss someone, James probably has sex with someone in the bushes and we stumble back his place and make toast with butter till about 3 am. We pass out on the floor.
Friday
My alarm goes off at 7am.
I roll around miserable and hungover. I grab my ♥♥♥♥ and as I walk out the door, I always turn around and look at James and say "thanks ♥♥♥♥♥" and he says "catcha ♥♥♥♥". EVERY.
SINGLE.
TIME.
I get into my car and drive to Caulfield for my News Media & Society tutorial at 9am. I get to uni at about 8, park in the cheap parking spots and go to the uni cafe where I buy two orange Gatorades and a medium latte with two sugars.
I put the Gatorades in my bag and then sit outside of the class room, wallowing in despair from the headache and pain of my hangover lolol.
My tutor Colm gets there early and laughs at me. We sit in the class room and have a discussion about how the world is ♥♥♥♥ed, and both agree on socialist ideals. Then class starts and I drink my two Gatorades as the class has a discussion on the state of news media in Australia. I argue like a boss and dominate lololol.
Then class finishes at 11, Colm and I chat for a bit longer and then I drive off to work.
I get to work at about 12 at Nunawading, get dressed and do work stuff. Alejandro will call me and tell me he wants to do something that evening, so I invite him to my place for dinner.
So Friday evening Alejandro comes over, we have dinner with my family, break open some ciders and chill out in my room.
Saturday
I get up at 7.30, have a shower, feel fine because I didn't get too drunk the night before.
Walk into my spare room and say "Alejandro, para te pana, quieres un cafe?" and then make coffee for my self and Alejandro.
I leave the house at 8.20 and drop Alejandro off at his place on the way.
Usually I work at the Springvale store, hehe the same centre that Chanelle works at. If I am, I will usually send her a text to let her know and she will drop in on her way home at 5pm to say hi for a bit ^______^
I finish work at 6 and drive straight home. Get all my booze and get changed, and go straight to James' place again.
We get really ♥♥♥♥ing drunk and then get a taxi to some club.
I usually kiss someone. James usually ♥♥♥♥s someone in the bushes.
We party till like 4 am. Catch a cab home when we've been kicked out haha and attempt to make toast when we get back to his place. But instead pass out.
Sunday
My alarm goes off at 7am.
I roll around miserable and hungover. I grab my ♥♥♥♥ and as I walk out the door, I always turn around and look at James and say "thanks ♥♥♥♥♥" and he says "catcha ♥♥♥♥". EVERY.
SINGLE.
TIME.
Drive to with one eye open, moaning the entire way.
I get to work and open the store at Nunawading at 10. And then take a nap in the office. My boss will usually make a comment about me looking like a bag of dicks or something, and generally take sick pleasure in making my day worse and worse.
He'll then ask me about all my night's adventures and live vicariously through me for a day haha.
Then I get home by 6 and I pass out straight away, ready for next week.
THAT IS A STANDARD WEEK IN THE LIFE OF SAUL WHEN HE ISN'T ON TOUR.