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.

Ok, so I took a little break (not much more I can do without tutor's feedback anyway) and read this week's installment of FreakAngels.

And.

I had to come back and say... go read FreakAngels.

Well, look who's back...

I have been ordered to start blogging again. So here I am, as per instructions. Blogging.
I have been told to "just spend 5 minutes a day letting us know what you're up to."

What am I up to?
Well, uni mostly. This week and next week are the pointy end of semester one, year four. So there be assignments in these here waters, yahr. I'm working on one for my assessment subject today. Gah.

Um, I also did some laundry this morning, which is not so commonplace an occurence as it may seem.

When I need a break from the assignment of doom, I'll probably check out last week's installment of FreakAngels, which is my favourite webcomic at the moment. If you haven't seen it before, start from the beginning.

Later on, I'll take my partially completed assignment to tutorial and get my tutor to tell me what's wrong with it. Then I'll go home and bring the laundry in, and make a small clay sculpture and go to bed.

Indolence Lass

Being home is fun. Being lazy is also fun. Being at home and lazy is so much fun it makes me feel guilty and start to wonder what I should really be doing. So sometime soon, I'll probably get started on the 08 Vacation Bible School planning, when I've got definitive word on a theme. Apparently, we can't to pirates because pirates are evil.

No one knows what to get me for my birthday. I don't know what to get me either, so I'm no help.

Left Brain, Right Brain

Forgot I was going to link to this. Check it out.

I can't make her go not clockwise.

Country Town

I love living in a country town. Especially on the day of the Christmas Parade. (i.e, today.) Partly for the floats full of schoolchildren, partly for the numerous Caledonian/Pipe bands, partly for the spectators. Because spectators are fun. Tiny children in their tiny folding camp chairs, waiting for Father Christmas. Underwhelmed and unimpressed babies and teenagers who seem to have discovered "scene" about three years after city folk, and are probably still calling it "emo." Parents on tartan picnic rugs, fags dangling. Also, friends in clown costumes and sparkly vests, and my brothers playing mini-boings and a glove-a-phone in the Funky Junk Band.

I had to drop out of a sims2 competition for the first time today, which makes me bad a bit. Because a commitment, no matter how trivial, is still a commitment, yes? But, obviously RL comes first. And I wasn't going to submit rubbish. And my comp was just too slow to get anything like enough of it done in time. So meh. Oh well.

Am slowly readjusting to there being people around me, all the time, which is probably a life skill.

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.