I keep starting posts, and then giving up after about a sentence. Obviously that is testament to how exciting my life is at the moment.

Thesis is due next Friday - eek! Though I just have to finish my abstract and write a meaningful concluding paragraph, so everything seems on track. Although fixing up my references may prove to be a long and tedious task....*grumbles about EndNote*.

I'm hoping I get a good grade for this thesis - although I may not have the most significant of results overall, I did get one good result, which rather unfortunately was the least important of the possible list...oh well. I think I've given some good enough reasoning to explain why my second experiment didn't work too well though, and I suppose that's what counts.

Having managed to get 3 firsts and one 2a for my semester 1 exams, I am hoping that I can manage to squeeze a first overall....it all depends on thesis and my one exam left this semester. Eek.


Also have to ask my supervisor about PhD possibilities. We had our PhD propaganda talk the other week, where "who wants to do a PhD?" was answered by 3 raised hands out of 50, while "who wants to do clinical masters?" got most of the class excited. I am glad I am in the minority of people, and will hopefully be able to do my PhD, and get a scholarship....and be happy....and whatever.

I've really enjoyed my honours year, and I don't think I was supposed to. Maybe because, for once, I was actually doing something that interested me, and was challenged in a way which I am afraid undergraduate arts never really managed.



Other than that....I've been ill for the last 2-3 months, continually. Chest infections, sinus infections....this all culminated in an infected gland on my jaw last week, which swelled up something dreadful. Antibiotics #3 seems to be helping this, and finally have killed my other various ailments. I blame living in this share house. It's damp and ridden with disease, obviously.


And I've been procrastinating by buying vegetable seedlings and planting them. I have broccoli, beetroot, silverbeet, bok choy, cos lettuce, chillis, plus many herbs. It's terribly exciting.


Oh, and while I love Robert very much, I am terribly upset with him right now. But I am sure I will get over it. And yes I know you're going to read this. Hurry up and finish cooking dinner. I'm hungry.

Where...or when... sofa Sound waves the flintstones

Well, some day I will get a job which actually requires me to do some work...so far I've managed to avoid it...

Emma's truly auspicious employment history:

1. Dominos
No, didn't do much work. Sat around, gossipped, 'got lost' on deliveries.

2. Weeks Peacock/SBS/Supaloc
Well, I did some work. I wrote some contracts, I took minutes, I filed, I organised, I filed, I did homework. No, actually spent most of my time doing homework.

3. That job I had in MTL
Sitting in bed talking on the phone to Korean businesspeople. 'Work' indeed.

4. Union
Glaring at customers, listening to the radio, filing, pottering around the internet, writing thesis. Hmmm....


So in a brief moment of optimism I decided to get my lunch from Mayo. As is usually the case, this proved a near-fatal experience. It seems that during the holidays, the selection of sludge is even more gelatinous, monochrome and reconstituted than usual - there weren't even any slightly-rotten salads to choose from. So, I went with the hokkien noodles. I suppose the upside was that there was enough sweet chilli sauce in there to mask any other flavours (if indeed there were any other flavours)...but it still didn't make up for those lumps of meat, which many years ago may or may not have actually been part of an animal...or the gluggy noodles...suffice to say, I soon found myself feeding the noodles to a nearby pigeon. This however attracted more pigeons (I should have known better), and soon I was surrounded by a flock of rather mangey looking birds, eyes all fixed to my substandard lunch.

Now these pigeons were fearsome creatures, I tell you! They advanced upon me - one even having the audacity to sit on my leg waiting to be fed. When I threw a clump of noodles, there was a frenzy, heads shaking, noodles flying everywhere...including all over me (oh what gratitude!). It happens to be new international student orientation at the moment, and so a group of them passed me as I sat on the lawn amidst my avian admirers, throwing noodles, and subsequently having noodles thrown back onto me. The students stared at me with looks of confusion - I felt like assuring them that once they had eaten at Mayo, they too would be partaking in such lunch-time activities.

My half-hour ended, and I left the lawn covered in bits of beaked noodle, and the pigeons covered in pieces of noodle which had been flung, and had clung, to their feathers. I myself was still feeling fairly hungry, and the bits of chilli sauce spotted on my stockings only served to remind me of my unfortuanate lunchtime choices...





Terribly bored. Attempting to write thesis. Rather worried that it's going to be somewhat inconsequential and boring. Oh dear...

Also my friends page isn't working for some reason...grumble.

Where...or when... AUU State of emotion bored Sound waves Triple J

So, I haven't updated for a while, and I'll blame this on the fact that I didn't have internet for a few weeks, and thereafter have been too lazy/busy to do so...

1. House
My new house is amazing!! Well, the location is great, and living with my friends is super, and the house is pretty much perfect...apart from the flooding. When we had that really heavy rain last week, we discovered, to our horror, the room which we thought was just damp and which had apparently been fixed, turned into a raging torrent, which then formed a lake in our kitchen. Now the carpet in the living room is stained and damp, and smells repulsive....so it's fun times arguing with the land-agent about fixing the swamp we're living in.

Had housewarming last night, which was fun, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, even if I did unceremoniously kick them out at 2.30. Oh well! Time to clean the winestains out of the already wrecked carpet...

2. Exams
Well, I don't think it was my best exam period. Cognition = okay, Critical Issues = good, Assessment = dismal, Intelligence = good. So, who knows how I'll do. I think I was actually going mad that week as I tried to cram everything into my head the day before the exams....oh, if only I had a good work ethic!

3. Well I suppose he will read this eventually...
...so I should say something nice about Boyfriend. Who has been practically living at Marion Street since I moved in, and I've been in a sickeningly happy bubble ever since. If, when I met him in Montreal, someone would have told me that those three drunken days I spent with him (and subsequent complete dislike for a while) would turn into probably the happiest period of my life, I would have scoffed in disbelief. But it's true. I can't remember ever being this happy. And it's amazing.

Lolz at a comment you made on my LJ last July Rob:
You guys are just so incredibly awesome! Trying not to inflate your ego further - but i'm jealous of your escapades, and wish i could've spent more time hanging out with you.

Well, seems like you're spending a lot more time hanging out with us now...Also you used to say nice things about me, whatever changed eh? :p

Anyway, I shall discontinue this point now, for fear of being *vom* *vom* *vom*

4. Honours?
Weeeelll, it seems as though I am finally starting my experiment this week. Excited much!!
And I have to actually start my thesis. Urgh. Oh well, at least I only have one exam to think about next semester, so theoretically, have all the time in the world.
Though when I fail, at least I can blame Rob for distracting me...:p


Hooray, Masterchef time! I am so addicted.

Where...or when... home...well...old home. Sound waves masterchef!

Tonight is the last time I will sleep in my bed...well, for a while anyway. I am sure I will be back every now and again.


Moving tomorrow. Well, working all day tomorrow, but Rob, Harry and Rohan are moving my things for me...yay!


Bittersweet and all that. Also, had a little too much wine with dinner. So my packing may be a little erratic.

I'm just sickeningly happy at the moment, it's terrible.

It seems like everything has suddenly just slotted together wonderfully - I'm enjoying uni, I love my friends, I'm spending too much time with Tweed Boy, work has started giving me a bit of responsibility and I'm actually enjoying working, and I'm signing the lease for the most amazing house tomorrow.


We went for a walk around our new hood today (ie up and down Hutt Street), and we have everything within a block - 2 IGAs, one of which is the super gourmet one, cafes, restaurants, pizza, pubs, bottle shop, chemist, newsagent, post office.....you name it....


As I said today, I'm just feeling so happy that I could burst, and little sparks of sunshine would scatter everywhere...sickening.

We got the house! We got the house! I'm moving out next week!!!!!!!!!




(Thanks Google Maps...)


( Some pictures of The Coven's lair... )


I am so happy. I have been bouncing off the walls all day.

We are going to have the most amazingly sickeningly happy house - we can go for coffee down the road, and eat cake, and we're diagonal neighbours with Nick and Misha, and across the road from Sujini.....oh wowowowwoowwoow!!!


Going to a gig tonight with Tweed Boy, yet another study-less day, but oh well, I'm too happy to study!!!!

State of emotion ecstatic Tag me! house!

Damned bronchitis. Why do I get it every year, without fail. Sometimes 2-3 times a year. Grumble. Stupid lungs.

*coughs*

So this morning I got jabbed in the arm and dosed up on anti-biotics, so at least my cervix should be safe from cancer, and my lungs may recover. Though apparently the combination of vaccination and illness means I am going to be feeling shocking for the next couple of days. Hooray.



In other news, we could be moving out as soon as next week, if our rent application goes through. It's a lovely little cottage in the city, I love it so. Though I will miss my house. I will miss the tv, and the kitchen. And the garden. Chances are I will spend half my time here anyway. Especially in the summer, when I will need the air conditioning and pool.

Ramble ramble, off to eat dinner and study and cough up my lungs in the library. Mmm.

So, after my research presentation on Thursday, I felt so much happier. Hooray - so much stress gone in an instant! Though now I have to get serious about exams. Grossies.


Currently in the process of looking at houses....Georgia and Sarah and I are planning to move out sometime fairly soon, so it's a whirlwind of inner-city cottages at the moment. I am so excited!!!


Had a fairly quiet weekend - went on the psych pubcrawl on Friday, but only had 3 drinks (oh my!), then met (droonk) Rob and went home. Saturday went and saw Angels and Demons with the aforementioned dronkard, which was entertaining, despite lack of valid plot-line etcetera...what you expect really. But I enjoyed it. Sunday cooked osso bucco with Harry, and got unintentionally pretty dronk on red wine. Oops. Then decided I didn't like being dronk and went home. How fun am I.

I also think I've done something to an internal organ - I have crippling pain in my left side every time I move - I think I did something to it last night? Urgh. I hope that clears itself up, and my liver hasn't imploded or something.


Oh well, off to look at a house! And then to study! It's going to be another fun night in the psych dungeons tonight!!

State of emotion chipper Sound waves Hassle Free Harmony - Her Space Holiday

...I seem to be on the upward spiral! Hooray!

I've started studying for exams, I should be starting my experiment next week, and I'm going to Melbourne for the weekend, for shopping, eating and fun times...and I will even get to see a couple of my MTL friends who I haven't seen for months, and it will be amazing.

Had a lovely day today with Tweed Boy, lazing around until midday, cooking gnocchi with field mushrooms, garlic and herbs (and lots of butter!), walking along Linear Park to Melbourne Street, drinking coffee, walking into town and bumming around...it was so sunny! Amazing! And after dinner last night at The Royal Oak (mmm, lamb backstrap!), and then an amusing visit to the Mitcham Ed, and a quick stop-off at the Ex before home (I was driving, sober!!), it was a very pleasant 24 hours. Though somewhat unproductive in terms of study, perhaps!


Anyway, sickening as it may be, I am for the moment unusually happy, with everything and everyone. Let's hope my upward spiral continues like this!!

State of emotion busy

(Start: 8.30am) Lab meeting, uni, shopping, Walkerville Bowls Club quiz night, red wine, Waymouth St, home with Rob (2am), wake up 4am, Brighton dawn service (wearing last night's clothes), RSL, beer, Chloe picks me up ("Emma, you smell like a brothel!"), Waymouth St, home, lunch, movie (Let the Right One In), Waymouth St, pizza, amputee porn, Will's party, punch, gin, rain, rooftop party on Grenfell St, keys on fishing rods, gin, dancing, gin, gin, gin...talking to Rob and Tim Paull, fall over dead asleep in the middle of conversation, luckily was caught and didn't die, try to keep partying, falling asleep, partying, Rob practically carrying me home, kicking and screaming, fall asleep at the bottom of the stairs, try to keep partying, hallucinate horses, home. Try to sleep, violent shaking, spasming, feeling like I'm going to die, some sort of anxiety attack? Generally worrying behaviour. Thankyou Rob. Still trying to keep partying ("Let me go back to the party!") SLEEP. 3am/4am - stop, finally. So hungover, lying on the sofa, watching 30 Rock, walking to find my car, eating fish and chips....I have to stop this.

State of emotion tired

I love cooking for people, it makes me so happy.

I also love wrapping my friends up in a giant roll of Chux. Amazing!




I think it's time for detox...my anxiety's crippling me, and drinking every day probably doesn't help....

Monday - Dronk at Ex, then Adam's house, then sneaking Tweed Boy home past mother.
Tuesday - Not dronk. Lab meeting. Wake up half an hour before lab meeting. More sneaking. Hungover.
Wednesday - Kicked out of Super with Romain. Dronk.
Thursday - Exciting adventure with Tweed Boy. Ate wine and cheese in Mclaren Vale, watched ominous storm clouds over Henley. Ended up Dronk at the Ex. Stayed at Harry's.
Friday - Watched Wizard of Oz and ate pizza. Not dronk.
Saturday - SquareOne. Very dronk. Stayed at Harry's.
Sunday - Watching TV with Tweed Boy. Not dronk.
Monday - Lube party with Rohan. A little tipsy.
Tuesday - Cooked venison sausages braised in red wine, with potatos, vegetables, and a baby spinach, pine nut and chevre salad. Fed Rohan, Sarah, Georgia and TB. Went to the ex, got dronk. Stayed at Rohan's.
Wednesday - Hungover, road trip to Gawler, eating fish and chips, anxiety spiral, feelings of impending doom etcetera etcetera. Trying to drag myself into psych labs to study. Failing.

All very fun....but 6/10 dronk nights isn't too good. Especially when the other 4 days are hangover days. And I seem to be spending progressively more time not sleeping at home. Not that that's a bad thing, of course. I should just be more focussed, at the moment. I've done practically no work for three weeks, which is rather worrying. But they've been an amazingly fun three weeks.

Detox time! I must I must.

State of emotion tired

Yesterday Tweed Boy and I went on the most amazing adventure.

State of emotion happy

Ugh I just lay in bed for 4 hours, completely unable to sleep, again.

I don't know how I can fall asleep in lectures, in movies...anywhere that isn't an actual bed, at night. Today in class we were doing cognitive behaviour therapy, and we did this excercise, where you had to close your eyes and see youself as a blue sky, putting all of your neuroses on a cloud and letting them drift away. Well, apparently - I fell asleep as soon as the lecturer said "close your eyes".

And then the more I can't sleep, the more I worry about it, and then this leads to more anxiety-induced insomnia....

...anyway my flight leaves earlier than I thought. Time to finish packing. Urgle.

State of emotion tired

1. Off to Sydney in a few hours.

2. Haven't slept for a while.

3. Fun weekend playing bassoon?

4. Urrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Can't even begin to explain this one.

Apparently I started a post last week, outlining all my favourite songs of the moment. Apparently, I also failed to post it, and have now deleted it.

I'm so bored at the moment, and I know I shouldn't be - I know I should be mad busy, sressed, up to my ears in paper and books....but I'm just not. My research proposal was due in Monday, and I handed it in, and now am waiting to get some feedback on it. I don't start pilotting my expt till next week, and it's too early to start doing exam revision, because I know I'll just forget it....so I've just been bumming around eating lunch and drinking cheap wine at the Exeter. Urgh.

The name of my thesis is: "Where’s Blobby? How much visual information is enough: The effects of introducing Gaussian blobs in a reach."

I just couldn't resist making it just a *little* silly...

Plus I am sick, and coughing up my lungs.

Going to Sydney on Friday - it will be nice to get out of Adelaide for a bit, but I'm going for National Band Championships (woooo!!), so it's not really a holiday as such. Plus I will be forced to socialise with people. I may just take some work over and hole myself up with my laptop, in a typically anti-social manner.
It's actually going to be hell, because playing bassoon is killing me at the moment - we had a concert on Sunday, and my lungs felt as though there were imploding. Lovely.

But I'm staying with my friend Michael for a couple of days afterwards, so that will be a nice little holiday.


Off to band practice. Off to cough my lungs up for 2 hours, off to not talk to anyone but sit and glare and read a book in a corner.

Where...or when... home State of emotion blah Sound waves pornstar - celebrity chimp

Well, there's only one way to cover a lot of ground when one hasn't posted for a while, and that's with dot points...

1. Work.
...is good. I like it. Though O'Week was pretty much hell...thousands of people coming in wanting diaries, memberships...this that and the other...I found myself indiscriminantly hating people, and being bitchy secretary to them, while being wonderful and lovely and joking with the rest. Terribly erratic. So now it's data data data entry for a while...and then probably back to my usual state of unemployment/sporadic AUU fill-in jobs.

2. Uni.
ARGH!! I am having major research anxiety at the moment. I have my supervisor, I've been toddling off to see her like twice a week, and I think she's wonderful, but I don't know what my project is yet. I've been reading and reading, but I am getting myself into such a tizzy that I just can't decide what to do. I ventured my ideas today, and she said they were good, and that nobody had actually tested one of them before, so that's a bit exciting, but now I'm thinking maybe there's a reason for that, what if it's such a silly idea that nobody has bothered to test it. And I want to do something that gets me a good mark, as well. As supervisor said, I can do whatever I want really if/when I do my PhD, but it's best to do something fairly simple this year.

3. General anxiety.
Bad anxiety, very, very, very bad anxiety at the moment. I can't sleep, I'm constantly jittery and I feel ill when I eat. I think everything's just a little much for me at the moment.

4. I miss Montreal.

5. Obligatory funny story from the weekend...(this one's a doozy).
Over saffron pasta, fig, marscapone and dark chocolate tart, and many bottles of wine, I managed to work myself into my usual Friday night state of inebriation. I set forth from Rohan's house, dressed rather superbly as a milkmaid....frills, large skirt, basket and all.
Somehow, I don't remember, I ended up at Crazy Horse with Clare, and oh my! it was the first time I had ever been to a strip club...so we set about getting sleazy old men to buy us free drinks. Some time passed. I don't remember. I don't even remember how I got in there, but the next thing I know, some tranny has come up to us, saying "you girls have to leave, go solicit somewhere else..." "we're just having a drink!!" we protest...but he disagrees "I know what you're doing, and you can't solicit in here....and don't bother coming back."

So we were kicked out of the strip club for soliciting. And I was dressed as a milk maid?

Next thing I know we're lying in Light Square, where I pick up a drug dealer on the run from the police...then I am at Harry, Chloe, Gould's house on the phone to Tom in Montreal, because I couldn't find the number for pizza...then I am wandering around town in the dead of night trying to find a taxi because I didn't want to stay in Gould's room because it smelt bad...

And for all of that, no hangover. It's absolutely shameful though. Pretty much another hilarious low point in my life.

It's time to sober up and get serious Emma.

It's also time for some more chamomile tea...I've been churning through it. It's the only thing that even remotely comes close to quashing this seething anxiety within me.

State of emotion anxious

I'm all very happy at the moment.

I started my job at the AUU, and it's great, I love it. It's so chill, and I've discovered that I really enjoy talking to people and selling them AUU memberships, it's so much fun! I basically get to stand around, giving out diaries, convincing people the join the union, and doing filing, whilst wearing quirky outfits and being completely scatter-brained. Everyone laughs at me because I constantly talk to myself and spend the whole day saying "oh dear!" to everything.

It's going to get so busy in O'Week though, it will be crazy. We already have had nearly 800 people join the union, which is apparently record numbers. How exciting. For someone who never really cared that much about the AUU, I'm becoming completely entwined in all the dramas, and I love it. So I am very happy with work.

Though I feel so old - I have to enter everyone's student numbers, and they all start with 117-119. I've only seen one other 113, and a couple of 109s. I make sure to tell them. I'm a very chatty receptionist, almost painfully so at times I think.

Anyway come and visit me if you're around - I'm in every afternoon next week, and all of O'Week! AUU reception, Union House. Woooo!!!!
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Had my second week back at uni...I'm really glad to be back, and honours is so exciting!! Even though we're just doing stats revision at the moment, I can't wait to start my research project!! My supervisor is great - I went to meet her, and we had an instant repore, it was great. I'll probably be doing something to do with eye movements and hand movements and the one guides the other - it's more psycho-physics than neuropsych per se, but it's fascinating. And I hopefully get to play with some exciting equipment! Yay!!! And everyone gets to be my test subjects!!!! Even more yay!!!


So yes. Everything is really good at the moment! Happy happy!!

State of emotion chipper Sound waves Tbtf - Kevin Drew

“What’s your story? And I don’t mean what you do, that’s your vocation. I mean, what’s your story?” Emma Elizabeth Marshall Stewart fixed a slightly bleary eye on the unfortunate male sitting in front of her. One hand was clutching her glass of Bombay, the other was obsessively tapping at the casing of her iPhone as she leaned forward, determined to wrangle something exciting from the stranger. From the very first glimpse of his slicked-back pony-tail, and his moist fat lips, she had decided that he was entirely unworthy of her, and something within her had a crushing desire to make this known to all.

Unwittingly, he took the bait.

“Well, I got kicked out of home….I’m gay….” Emma nodded, for all intents and purposes, sympathetic to his plight. He continued - “well, my mum’s not happy that I’m gay, so I can’t go back, and I have nowhere to live, no money, I’ve been kind of on the streets…and then I met Harry at the pub…”

“Oh deary me, that’s dreadful.” Emma interrupted. He was talking far too slowly, and she was tiring of him. “But you know, that’s terrible and all, but living an upper middle class existence is also terribly taxing, you have no idea.”

“Oh, it’s difficult is it?” Emma narrowed her eyes at him, and took a large gulp of her gin, little finger extended.

“Yes, it most certainly is. You know, today, I had to choose which pair of vintage Chanel clip-on earrings to buy. It was a terribly difficult situation…” Once again motivated to finish this conversation, now that the lime-light had passed to her, she proceeded to show the poor homeless man eight pairs of the aforementioned earrings on her iPhone.

A little while later, whilst the homeless man was sitting inside making a general nuisance of himself, Emma was explaining to her good friends her theory of pre-emptive incarceration. Perhaps it was the bottle of Bombay, or those bottles of Moet before, but her screeches drew the man back into the garden.

“NO! You don’t understand, everybody should have their brains scanned, and if they show predictors of criminality, then they should be incarcerated to prevent the anti-social behaviour which they will most probably exhibit in the future…” The man, thinking they had bonded during the earlier encounter, approached her.

“You know what I think…” he began, wet lips smacking as he spoke, “I think that…”

But Emma wasn’t having a bar of that. She turned to him, and paused, ever so slightly before saying bluntly, “I don’t know you, and I don’t like you, so go away.” She turned back and continued her diatribe. He was however, persistent. Emma sighed, and turned to him again. “Look, I’ve already told you that I hate you, but do I have to explain it any further - you are stupid, and you have no University education whatsoever, and are therefore utterly unqualified to discuss this with us.” She shook her head, and once again, turned her back on him.

The homeless man wandered back inside, unphased. It was testament to his character, perhaps, that he was still there after the abuse which was being hurled at him by the girl with the glass of Gin.

Emma, however, realised that she had left her Marc Jacobs bag in the sitting room, and, looking around the table, was horrified that it was alone in there with that man. Showing a regard for the bag which she rarely showed for her fellow mankind, she rushed inside and saw its ostentatious gold print glowing from the sofa where the man was lying. Marching up to him, shuddering slightly as she watched him smile and take the headphones from his ears to rest on his chubby neck, she grabbed the bag, gave him a distinctly pointed look and marched back outside. One can never tell what these desperate plebs might do, she thought to herself, munching on a piece of salted caramel tart as she passed through the kitchen.

A few gins and a Brandy Alexander later, Emma decided that she was Queen Victoria. She also decided that her various friends were her colonies, the gems in her empire: British India, Ceylon, Burma, Rhodesia…

The homeless man, however, was Portugal, and it is a well-known fact that Portugal has no place in Queen Victoria’s realm.

She called upon her mighty navy, but it failed her. She called upon the plantation owners, and the British East India Company, but they failed her. So Queen Victoria put on her riding helmet, and, armed with an umbrella, she decided to take matters into her own, far more capable hands.

She approached Portugal, who was standing in a corner, lost and confused. She took him by the shoulder, cringing at the touch of his dirty, synthetic shirt under her fingers. And then, with an air of great ceremony, Queen Victoria marched Portugal down the corridor, and opened the front door. She looked him in the eye, and stated loudly and imperiously - “Portugal, you are now being expelled from the waters of the British Empire. You don’t belong here. Goodbye.” With a rather un-ladylike shove, she pushed Portugal’s greasy mass through the front door and slammed it in his face.

The homeless man was left on the doorstep, and Emma Elizabeth Marshall Stewart, satisfied after a job well done, took her iPhone out of the Marc Jacobs bag, because she had finally decided which vintage Chanel clip-on earrings she wanted to buy.

Things are looking fairly exciting for me at the moment. I am in the thralls of one of my giddyingly positive mood swings, and am quite content to stay there for the moment...

1. Employment
I am actually employed, shock horror. I'm going to be the AUU receptionist during O'Week, and then am going to do various menial data-entry things from thereonin. So that will be exciting - I think I'll probably enjoy working there, and after working full-time in O'Week, the one day a week or so after that won't be too strenuous with honours.

2. Study
I am so excited about this year. I know I will probably change my mind about this after I am swamped with work, but I will leave those morose thoughts for when the time comes. Although some of my subjects look tedious, and they seem to have scratched the neuro subject entirely (I am NOT happy!), I am looking forward to my thesis, because I get to choose a topic which interests me, and I've got some ideas going already!

3. Various other menial things
I joined a gym in North Adelaide today, and it was terribly exciting. I just watched Ready Steady Cook for an hour on the air-walky machine, and the time flew by! I like this gym, I like having my own screen on my exercise machine, and I like that I can plug my ipod into the machine...it's so exciting...

Other than that...I've been doing nothing. Nothing other than drinking ridiculous amounts, which must stop now. No more drinking to excess - it's hard, but I shall do it!!!!!

State of emotion chipper Sound waves Dancing in the dark - some old record I got yesterday

Oh dear, I really must try to update more often. I have really let this journal go lately!

So, since I've been home, I've done basically nothing...well, I've spent a lot of time eating, drinking and making social visits, but that really counts as nothing doesn't it? Now I am going to be slightly more boring, as I shall not drink for a while, and I'm also inflicting a diet upon myself, having become a little tubby in Canada... (oh damn you poutine!).
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In other news, I was all set to do law this year, because my McGill results aren't out yet, so I thought I couldn't do honours until next year. So yesterday I enrolled in my subjects, and was even starting to feel a vague excitement about it all....when I got a call from the Psych department saying I had been accepted into honours.

I was terribly surprised. Obviously they waited for my results, then said "oh well", and decided to admit me anyway....

So hooray, I suppose!

I've already contacted my supervisor, and I get to do a meta-analysis of some neurological disorder of my choice (yay). It's a pity that Adelaide really doesn't have any more viable options for what I am interested in, but oh well. Apparently my meta-analysis should be very publishable...now I just need to decide what neurological and psychiatric disorders interest me the most.....oh dear! I love them all!!!!!
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Looked completely mad today in Borders, buying the British Bazaar, "The Brain" magazine, and some trashy fantasy novel I had been waiting to come out for ages. What a collection!!


Oh! And I bought this calendar today from Art Gallery, of interesting handbags (I think I left it too late to actually find a good calendar...), and low and behold, the August picture was of a handbag WHICH I OWN!!! I was so excited. I bought it from a vintage store in Toronto, and thought "oh this is kooky", but apparently my 'lunchbox' as I call it, is some well-known thing in the bag world!!

State of emotion tired Sound waves sun it rises - fleet foxes