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abstract:
finished my last *major* essay last monday. skipped half of my uni hours this week. spent way too much time on the internet (why?). wrote a bible study on genesis 12-50. thought a lot, but didn't get anywhere.


it's been one of those funny weeks that float away without me realising, like the clouds rolling away from above sydney uni halfway through the day when you're wearing jeans and a blazer. and left boiling in the heat of the gravel path home from the station. actually, it's not much like that at all. friday night i didn't have a melt-down in kerensa's car, breaking from the tradition of the last few weeks. maybe because she didn't drive me home. hehe. normally on a typical friday night i'm experiencing tiredness of the cranky variety, and fear of the essay syndrom: not a good mix. but last friday, though certainly tired, i wasn't gripped by the usual fever that comes with the insidious creeping of an essay due date towards me. which is good, but also bad because though i stayed home on saturday night ostensibly to start the essay (and, let's face it, coz i'm a serious nerd), i had no motivation. because fear of failing is generally my only incentive to spend hours in front of my laptop, to the sound of custom kings. who are great, and yet another band to move to melbourne for. so, without the fear i was pretty much useless. pottered around. did the msn thing even though i don't even like msn. posted on the col forum coz it's a fabulous procrastination tool and it makes me feel even more like a die-hard groupie.

consequently i spent sunday moulding myself into the shape of a chair. or maybe sitting on my chair for way too long essaying it up (baby). still wasn't stressed, even though The Makings Of The Worst Essay I've Ever Written smirked at me through the computer screen. meh, i figured. it's the worst film in the world; it deserves to have my worst ever essay written on it. too bad it's worth 35%. went to church at 6 coz i was on singing roster, which was fun. i love singing. i would be stoked if i could just sing always. i was in a really strange mood at rehearsal before church because...well, partly because by this stage my progress on the essay was so insignificant that The Makings Of The Worst Essay I've Ever Written had now started laughing at me, cackling away in my room while i was singing a suburb away at church. but since i still was seriously un-stressed about said essay, my weird mood was mostly due to the fact that even though i'd only left my room for food and potty breaks all day, i'd been yelled out (what seemed) continuously. somehow i manage to get in trouble even when i've locked myself in my room. if it wasn't so damn annoying, you could even say that's a pretty amazing talent.

yeah so anyway. i rant and rant and forget completely what i was talking about ten lines above. singing roster was cool coz i was just being really stupid and randomly scatting and improv-ing and dancing and being a total loser. i was so loserish i would fit in on australian idol, even. had the hand actions and the paulini tapping the mic thing going, and i was even throwing *deep* facial expressions at lara so she kept stuffing up coz she was laughing at me. wooot.

i feel sorry for the band kids who were subjected to viewing my stupidity. i don't feel sorry for lara though, coz she knows what i'm really like.

cut uni on monday--three hours of my twelve down. i had to or the essay wouldn't have gotten done by 6pm. did a shoddy job of it but i'm on a hd av in that subject anyway, so i guess i can afford a dodgy mark. then i went to dinner with spal and paul and it was lovely. had a massive d&m vibe which was kinda cool--what i needed anyway. then spal and i d&med it up some more. i love my girlfriends. if only i knew a boy who understood me half as well as kids like spally and bel?
*drowns in self-pity, and then forces way up to the surface with the realisation that it's a stupid cliche*

tuesday i went to uni!! all my classes!! phil would be so proud. hi phil! :P

wednesday was awesome wednesday, awesome because even though i have to get up ridiculously early to get to uni at 9am (and yes, i'm an arts student) and the first half of my tute was boring as, sam and kat rocked up an hour late...with bouncy balls and a yoyo! oh the joy. you must understand that my english tute, though full of really cool kids, is terrible. so bouncy balls and a yoyo are infused with an entertainment value usually reserved for primary kids clutching such toys. history was good, as usual. i've never missed a history lecture. if i learnt as much as i do in history in all my other subjects i probably wouldn't miss them either. then it was HAPPY HOUR. meaning jacob and sebastian (ok, his real name is jeremy, but he totally looks like a seb) and i get to spend an hour making bel cry because we're so hilariously funny. honestly, wednesday lunches are absolute gold. we laugh literally for the entire hour. it's so brilliant. and when phil comes along it's even better. jacob and seb and phil are so much greater than most boys. :)

and wednesday was even awesomer than usual because we extended happy hour for an extra hour, so actually it was happy two hours. so that means another hour of uni missed, since i was supposed to be in a tute. i had never intending to go to my uni eng seminar that arvo coz it was just kids doing boring speeches. so in total three hours missed on wednesday.

that would equal six hours of uni missed. check out mah mathematic brilliance! wickety mah wickety. word.

ok the last three points of my abstract don't really need any explanation. and i've gotta go to work.

herein ends the essay.


sounds gracing my eardrums: the octopus lovesong, the amazing joel hockey movement