So this is what it feels like...

Right. I've gone round the bend.

I've started giving bits of an assignment names like Oscar and Sunshine. Admittedly, the assignment in question is an installation of tiny clay gumdrop creatures, but still.

On getting to the station just in time to see my train pull away, my first thought was "oh good, time to finish reading that article for my tute on Wednesday."

Yep. I'm nuts.

This is a view likely to be shared with the people on the bus, train and station platform with me yesterday, because I was not wearing shoes when I made my journey home.

Tripping over and breaking your thong in half is quite embarrassing. Having to travel home from uni barefoot for 45 minutes on public transport as a result is mortifying.

she's baaaack...

H'lo. I'm at home! No more uni for me until March. (That is happiness.)
Flew home yesterday, via Adelaide. The airport is new and shiny, but utterly boring and ultimately, bland. Yeah, not huge fun for a four-hour stopover. But did I mention I'm home now? *squee*

All the math and english and other bits and pieces are finished, bar maybe having to e-mail my English course convenor because - I got 39/40 for my English Unit of Work! Chances are, I complained about it somewhat here while I was writing it, but the hard work and grumbling seemed to pay off.

So today, I need to buy a pillow, and see my friends' baby, and get started on some pics for a sims2 competition I really don't want to have to drop out of. I love to-do lists like that.

Monkey on the lam

Tacos at the rellies last night. Tall cousin has got himself a Very Fine Hat. I checked out Stu's oral on 'The Picture of Dorian Grey' (snaps for using the word 'decadent' in the first twenty seconds) and we watched the Colbert Report and had a money fight (with, not about btw.)

As of last Thursday when I finished reading Eric, I've read every single one of Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels, from The Colour of Magic to Wintersmith. There's over thirty, so it feels like an achievement.

Also, random Sims skills are relevant to the real world: taking good screencaps and knowing about online file-hosting are both going to be very useful for my next assignment (a group presentation on digital stories.)

Friday Things

This is the first day it's been cold enough up here to wear a winter coat - and I'm ecstatic. Walking to uni this morning in the sunshine and freezing wind, wearing my Favourite Purple Coat and listening to Regina Spektor, made me so happy I could feel it physically - that sharp, joyful constriction under the rib cage that makes you feel like you're about to lift off the ground.

I heart winter so so much.

Have finished assignment, but forgot integral pen-to-write-on-the-CD, so I'm stuck here till the bookshop opens at 2. Then I'll hand it in and go home and only have a science exam and freaky airport dreams to worry about.

I spent a very happy half hour last night playing the Impossible Quiz. So far I can only get to about question 52, though.

whew. it's over

So. After handing in art assignment yesterday, I finished off behaviour management and started printing out and putting together, only to discover I'd left my reference list on Grandma's computer. So, instead of wasting two hours going home and getting it and coming back, I wasted four hours putting it back together from in-text citations, often muttering things like "Barkley? Who on earth is Barkley? And where did I find him?" And the uni internet server went down. For an hour. So I couldn't access digitised readings I'd cited. And of course I had off-line copies of them - at home. Grr.

So after I handed that one in, I felt completely ready for something fun. So I went to see Tales from Earthsea at the Dendy - that's the new Studio Ghibli film, which unfortunately rates somewhere down in the Pom Poko doldrums for me. So disappointing, after Howl and Spirited Away. Not that it was bad - it just wasn't excellent. And I've read the books - I have a sneaking suspicion it's a lot less fun if you haven't. It didn't entirely make sense as it was.
But the ending wasn't entirely un-awesome.
Oh well.

the little uni student that could

Yesterday was exhausting. Apparently the preps were psycho, but I had lots of fun. Then I got home and kind of fell in a heap.
Just handed in my art assignment. It took 45 minutes to print and organise and bind and submit, which is yet another reminder that time never does what you want it to. Have to add some stuff from yesterday's prac to my behaviour management assignment, then I'll hand that in too. After presumably even longer printing and organising and binding and submitting. It's a hugely dense assignment for 1500 words, so everyone has like 17 appendices because they're not part of the word count.

Have figured out perfect presents for my brothers' birthday and mothers' day, but am not telling.

Gold Star

This post is my reward for finishing the first fifth of my assignment. You may think, huh, one fifth, that's not much, she needs someone to stand over the computer and lash her with a cat-o-nine-tails, but the thing is, the first fifth is the hardest, because to start, I need to figure out where the heck I'm going. So as a friend said yesterday when I took notes in the tute instead of doodles, Gold Star for me. I know where I'm headed, and I'm going there, I promise, I just needed a little teeny eeny break, etc, etc, whine whine...
Must ring home and find out what I should buy for mother's day and my brothers' birthday, both of which are happening soonish.

I found both these new obsessions a few weeks ago, but didn't think they were worth blogging. The fact that I'm still obsessed with them is reason enough to blog them.

Firstly, a Regina Spektor video that was on the Fabulist. I'm obsessed with it because I can't sing it. And that, for me, is really frustrating. The chorus is stuck in my head with no way of getting out.


And the other obsession is a website, Linda Bergkvist's website to be exact. Who is she? I hear you ask. She is a digital artist, and her stuff is well pretty. Check it out at Furiae.
Now, back to assignment. After I finish the next fifth, I've promised myself lemon-lime sorbet. Which is not my favourite as much as rose petal gelato, but is still pretty good.

Happy Happy

Well, I got 25/30 for the assignment I forgot to hand in last week. So I'm feeling much happier with the world than I was an hour ago. If I believed in luck and made a habit of profanity, I'd say I was a lucky bastard.

I've posted quite a bit today and yesterday. Anyone would think I was avoiding something, like maybe a behaviour management assignment...

the end of things

So. No post yesterday, but this week I think I can forgive myself for missing a day or two: everything is due at uni, because we go on prac next week. So, sorry mister blog, I may neglect you but for good reason.
What has Alleliua been doing this weekend?
Alleliua finished her art assignment, even after she did the fun art bits, she did all the writing too.
Alleliua collected references for her behaviour management assignment.
Alleliua sang in church, and taught Sunday School.
Alleliua did not feed her little cousin sand. (It was an illustration on trust. If it had been a different cousin, I may well have chucked the illustration and given them a mouthful of grit.)
Alleliua, presumably, talked about herself in the third person. She likes doing that.

Today, I'm not wearing to uni my grey smock minidress with the big pockets and black opaque tights, because I couldn't answer the multiple choice question:
Does this outfit make me look:
a) Like a sexy mod throwback in style of Edie Sedgewick, etc.
b) Like a four-year-old on stilts. (Black tights make my legs look loooong. It would be a good look if I was skinny.)
c) Like someone forgot her pants when she walked out the door this morning.

Huh. So, jeans instead. Again.

Magic

So. Have worked on assignments, got writers' block, gone off and spent too much time at the Sims 2-related Place Which Must Not Be Named (pretty sure I can name it if I want to, I'm not in a paysite forum; I just like to call it that.) Yahr.
Then got guilty and went back and tried to work on my assignments some more and got writers block some more and played solitaire, badly, on the computer.
And this is just week 8.
My hair is acting like a bought one! Hooray! It so rarely plays by any kind of decent rules, this is worth posting about.
Went to the library with Grandma this morning and put four Fables tpbs and The Pinhoe Egg on hold. Fables because Dad bought one and I hate to be left out of these things (I've not quite forgiven Samurai Champloo yet) and because the whole concept sounds unbelievably cool. And it's been around for years. I have my head in the sand. And Egg because it's Diana Wynne Jones, and do I need any more reasons? I looooove Chrestomanci - I discovered DWJ after the Ghibli Howl's Moving Castle and never looked back but that shouldn't surprise anyone because I'm hugely obsessed with fantasy, especially fantasy for kids. I mean, I've re-read Narnia sooo many times (all of them. And Earthsea. And Tamora Pierce. And Harry Potter, and many more.)
And off on a different tangent again; I'm an avid reader of Harry Potter, but compare them to C.S. Lewis and poor Joanne Rowling doesn't have a leg to stand on. I mean, Dobby or Reepicheep? No contest. It'd be Reep every time, wouldn't it.
To think this post started with assignments.

Post Number 50

First off, I should probably point out that I did not take the photographs or make the artworks in the slideshow below (in this post), I digitally manipulated them for a uni assignment. The original photographs of the original artwork are here, here, and here.




There was a bear on the train today.

Which is always nice.

Before I Breathe

So today is the day spent waiting before prac. My folders are organised, my clothes are clean, my call to the school is made. And I'm just... waiting.



Yesterday I handed in the assignment I was working on over the weekend, the environmental art one. I had a shadowy memory of a related Calvin and Hobbes in the back of my head, so I went to the searchable database and found it.

Also, here's a legible version.

I am not bad

I miss ONE DAY posting because I'm flat out finishing assignments and I get called a bad girl. Little sisters, I tell you. Anyway, have got it done on the wiki and in powerpoint format, and would upload it but i'm terrified of free file hosting sites. It's pretty cool if I do say so myself.
Saw The Prestige yesterday, and as my dad and I were saying, it's a bit of a downer, but it's a downer with style and good actors. And also saw Breakfast on Pluto. Cillian Murphy is excellent. Still, I don't know, I walked out of Batman Begins thinking, 'wow, I never knew the Scarecrow was so... pretty...'