Sept. 6th- Sept. 12th (Week 9) - By this time, Lina and I had been running for a couple weeks and gaining a lot of endurance really quickly, which was surprising to me. If only I was as determined to write my paper as I was to become a decent runner. I guess I was just too distracted by other things to hamper down and get it done. The topic was easy enough, I chose to argue that Rationalism (out of Wight's theories of Realism, Rationalism, and Revolutionism) is the most prevalent in today's international community. I feel like even though my professor is a realist, there is no wrong choice between the three as long as whichever you choose is argued well. Although, I'm seriously freaking out over this paper as I've found out that my professor failed half the class on this assignment last semester.
I've been using running as a release for the anxiety I've been going through, which has helped tremendously. In the beginning of the week Lina and I got adventurous and decided to try to run to Mt. Coot-tha and see how far we could get. We ended up jogging for about 20 min. and actually got to the base of Mt. Coot-tha and decided to run one of the trails. It was absolutely amazing and the scenery was so beautiful that it inspired me to continue running to the point where I felt I could just run for days. In total, the run there and back took about an hour and a half - and I should note we didn't run the whole time. It was so much fun we decided to go back again on Wednesday, even though it was cloudy and looked like rain. We started our run and got half way to the mountain base and felt a couple drops, no big deal, so we decided to keep going. Then it starts to sprinkle and we decide to keep on going, the mist actually felt really refreshing. It was all good and fun until about 3/4 to the way to the base and it starts pouring, not raining, pouring! We continue to the mountain in the hopes that it would be a quick moving storm we could wait out. Lina and I found refuge under an overhang at the public restrooms. We waited, and waited...and waited. At this point we were trying to decide exactly what we were going to do next, when we see a cop car in the distance pull off the road and head towards us. He pulls his car up to us and rolls down his window (keep in mind Lina and I are completely drenched and disheveled) and he gives us this look like he's confused if he should be worried about our safety or his safety. He asks us where our car is and we explain that we are not car owners and we ran here. When we told him we ran there from Bardon his jaw dropped and then he offered to give us a lift home. So he is this very good looking heroic cop that saved our asses, and we are stinky and disheveled morons that tried to defy the weather. Great! What's worse is that while Lina is sitting upfront giggling and flirting, I'm sitting in the back looking like I've just been arrested. He was really nice though and had no problem with making an illegal u-turn to drop us off at our front door. Oh, gotta love it.
On Friday night, Kate, Lina, and I went to see Sutra at the Queensland Performing Arts Center, but first stopped by at a local pub that I love that reminds me of home. After we had a few drinks with one of my friends from my program, the girls and I headed off to the show. It was an interpretive performance centering around Buddhist themes of minimalism while incorporating various Karate movements of Kung-Fu and Capoeira. All these pieces of the performance came together to create an intricate story only told through music and movement - leaving the audience to draw it's own conclusions to it's true meaning. It was brilliant, beautiful, inspiring, and unique. The best part was sharing this experience with Lina and Kate.
After the show Lina and Kate went off to Friday's, and I went back to the pub to meet up with some friends from my IR program. I spent the rest of the weekend recovering from Friday night and working on my paper, or at least trying to.
Love this city - hate writing this paper,
Jillian aka Jilly, Jillypet, Jillybean, J-Dilla, J-Bones, and sometimes Crab Cakes
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