Friday, August 25, 2006
omg!
i'm getting a tiny, 12", almost brandnew ibook for cheap!
i'm getting a tiny, 12", almost brandnew ibook for cheap!
purple hamster
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
i have a confession to make.
i'm a blog spy
there, i've said it. it's been my latest confort, aside from confort food (that said, take one step nearer my ice cream, and you die.) postsecrets, friends of friends of friends, radom strangers, the voyerism gets my blood pumping.
as such, i read something that really touched me today. i'm not gonna post it, or link it, cuz some of you might know her, while i don't (i know of her, from some of you who know her) but... it's like the story of my life.
but it really made me thinkhope that the other side is what you say it will be like.
someone just dig me out of this mountain on top of me.
i'm a blog spy
there, i've said it. it's been my latest confort, aside from confort food (that said, take one step nearer my ice cream, and you die.) postsecrets, friends of friends of friends, radom strangers, the voyerism gets my blood pumping.
as such, i read something that really touched me today. i'm not gonna post it, or link it, cuz some of you might know her, while i don't (i know of her, from some of you who know her) but... it's like the story of my life.
but it really made me thinkhope that the other side is what you say it will be like.
someone just dig me out of this mountain on top of me.
holey dooley
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
pharmacognosy and phytotherapy
chromatograpic psycopharmacology
i think i'm surrrounded by smart people in this library. these are the books of the girlie sitting next to me. on the other side is matt. need i say more?
it's only the first lesson of the day and i'm tired already. 20 hours of sleep over the past 7 days has definately not been productive. let me tell you, there's no point staying up til 5 to study, if you accidentally fall asleep and wake up at 7, too late to catch the 7.10 bus in time to get to a 7.30 class.
and it's TTOM today. freaking hell. just like that, the worst week of semester just got waaaay worse. over 100% of assement this weekend. lordy lordy give me strength.
7775. magic numbers, the only high point of my day. go me!
oh, and i hope you're feeling better. i'd love to call and check, but i'm out of the house on average at 5 am, and back at 10pm. and still have homework. so i'll call and check on you next weekend. keep ya chin up!
and you, don't let the tutes and homework get to you. at least you have a kitten. jia you on your mugging, someone else's kitten. you two kitty cats you. *shakes head*
and to the sydney sider, your startup package will come soon. when i'm less crazy. enjoy melbourne!
chromatograpic psycopharmacology
i think i'm surrrounded by smart people in this library. these are the books of the girlie sitting next to me. on the other side is matt. need i say more?
it's only the first lesson of the day and i'm tired already. 20 hours of sleep over the past 7 days has definately not been productive. let me tell you, there's no point staying up til 5 to study, if you accidentally fall asleep and wake up at 7, too late to catch the 7.10 bus in time to get to a 7.30 class.
and it's TTOM today. freaking hell. just like that, the worst week of semester just got waaaay worse. over 100% of assement this weekend. lordy lordy give me strength.
7775. magic numbers, the only high point of my day. go me!
oh, and i hope you're feeling better. i'd love to call and check, but i'm out of the house on average at 5 am, and back at 10pm. and still have homework. so i'll call and check on you next weekend. keep ya chin up!
and you, don't let the tutes and homework get to you. at least you have a kitten. jia you on your mugging, someone else's kitten. you two kitty cats you. *shakes head*
and to the sydney sider, your startup package will come soon. when i'm less crazy. enjoy melbourne!
Roil
Thursday, August 17, 2006
that's me.
a bundle of very liquid emotion, like a waterballoon with more then just water. a myriad of things, that shift and poke out of the surface, some times more harm then good, more good then evil.
i wonder what it'd be like to live a simple life, as a simple person.
that's the problem i guess. man's nature is to want to jump higher, aim truer, strive better. but where is the end? the grass is always greener, and contentment isn't happiness. maybe the key isn't to be happy. happy means someone can break that happiness, contentment means someone can make you discontent. being fulfilled means someone can always unfill you aye?
but as we all hit 21, it's midnight on our timepiece. the curtains have closed on the matinee, it's a new show now. do we chase alphabet soup, or love, or family, or the everpopular happiness? or we want to be the same, as agar to nourish those that walk behind us? cookiecutter or offcut?
i've never made any secret of wanting a family. or children. i've never been shy about doing things for other people, whether or not they ask/want/need me to. i've been brought up thinkingdreamingknowing that all i need to do is keep my options open, have an open mind, everything just has to be open, and life will be okay. but this concept of open, now that's dangerous. open means you can't block, nothing gets held in, and nothing gets held out. and i wonder, would i want my children have the same. my girl to grow up thinking that all she has to do is accept all that life gives her, my little boy to be open to things on the horizion? i don't know
i weep for those who came before me, i mourn those beside me who're lost on their way, but me, i relegate and delegate beneath essays, exams and opinions which shouldcouldwould be weighter then the pavlova of thoughts in my head.
a bundle of very liquid emotion, like a waterballoon with more then just water. a myriad of things, that shift and poke out of the surface, some times more harm then good, more good then evil.
i wonder what it'd be like to live a simple life, as a simple person.
that's the problem i guess. man's nature is to want to jump higher, aim truer, strive better. but where is the end? the grass is always greener, and contentment isn't happiness. maybe the key isn't to be happy. happy means someone can break that happiness, contentment means someone can make you discontent. being fulfilled means someone can always unfill you aye?
but as we all hit 21, it's midnight on our timepiece. the curtains have closed on the matinee, it's a new show now. do we chase alphabet soup, or love, or family, or the everpopular happiness? or we want to be the same, as agar to nourish those that walk behind us? cookiecutter or offcut?
i've never made any secret of wanting a family. or children. i've never been shy about doing things for other people, whether or not they ask/want/need me to. i've been brought up thinkingdreamingknowing that all i need to do is keep my options open, have an open mind, everything just has to be open, and life will be okay. but this concept of open, now that's dangerous. open means you can't block, nothing gets held in, and nothing gets held out. and i wonder, would i want my children have the same. my girl to grow up thinking that all she has to do is accept all that life gives her, my little boy to be open to things on the horizion? i don't know
i weep for those who came before me, i mourn those beside me who're lost on their way, but me, i relegate and delegate beneath essays, exams and opinions which shouldcouldwould be weighter then the pavlova of thoughts in my head.
hungry and pissed
Monday, August 07, 2006
hehe... my money quick sheme *coughcough* was basically to sell all the US dollars that i had (of which i had a surprisingly weird amount, connsidering i haven't gone to the US anytime recently)... lolx. and according the the exchange rate slip, i made 35 bucks. =) from the then exchange rate to this =).
*tummy rumbles* must not snnnnack. it's 8.30. am, not pm. and i'm hungry already. siiiigh. i ate tooo much at sizzler methinks. i'm dreaming of peanut butter and toast.
random note: have you ever noticed that just as you decide to be all deligent and stuff, all your lecturers forget to post up your lecture notes? and that you end up bumming around uni waiting for your lecture to start, because you have no freaking notes? i am pissed *rawr* i did all my readings like a good little hammie, but won't be able to follow jingram just cuz he forgot the put up his freaking notes and i dunno which phonetic tables will be there, and which won't, and will have to copy them all like a freaking bansheee!
at least i have my psyc notes. but my anat notes will only be up tomorrow. pain in the A. i wanted to do anat tonight.
oh and any aussie have an old person that i can beg/borrow/steal? i have been played out *again* and have not oldie for friday's tute.
this will not be a good week methinks.
*goes to find danish*
*tummy rumbles* must not snnnnack. it's 8.30. am, not pm. and i'm hungry already. siiiigh. i ate tooo much at sizzler methinks. i'm dreaming of peanut butter and toast.
random note: have you ever noticed that just as you decide to be all deligent and stuff, all your lecturers forget to post up your lecture notes? and that you end up bumming around uni waiting for your lecture to start, because you have no freaking notes? i am pissed *rawr* i did all my readings like a good little hammie, but won't be able to follow jingram just cuz he forgot the put up his freaking notes and i dunno which phonetic tables will be there, and which won't, and will have to copy them all like a freaking bansheee!
at least i have my psyc notes. but my anat notes will only be up tomorrow. pain in the A. i wanted to do anat tonight.
oh and any aussie have an old person that i can beg/borrow/steal? i have been played out *again* and have not oldie for friday's tute.
this will not be a good week methinks.
*goes to find danish*
Friday, August 04, 2006
*blahblehbleebhohbluu*
i feel like jumping up and running around in circles. or on a wheel. but it's cold and my hands smell of plastic. better then rubber gloves (riiiight kevin? *chortles*) but not much. i really need to be reading about bones. lets do an exercise of my favourite, listwriting....
hmm.. what list shall the hamster put up today? how about the list of things the furry one (figurativly furry of course) will attempt to complete this weekend? hmmmoz, nothing like accountability to make me work *munches on chocolate and procrastinates s'more*
i feel like jumping up and running around in circles. or on a wheel. but it's cold and my hands smell of plastic. better then rubber gloves (riiiight kevin? *chortles*) but not much. i really need to be reading about bones. lets do an exercise of my favourite, listwriting....
hmm.. what list shall the hamster put up today? how about the list of things the furry one (figurativly furry of course) will attempt to complete this weekend? hmmmoz, nothing like accountability to make me work *munches on chocolate and procrastinates s'more*
- read 4 chapters of anat (
osteology , arthrology, cranuim, axial skeleton) - read 2 chapters of ling (phonemic transciption and orthography)
- do a phonemic trascription a day (total of 3 by monday's tute)
- start agression essay
- start cochlea essay
- look for syntax activities (and child name)
print ilc notes - read psyc (
persuation, aggression, prejudice, schizophrenia , mood disorders)
i love my lists. before i leave the library tonight, i will come back and strike off what i have done. yay me.
oh and update. i have generated income for nothing! yay! that means i am not broke anymore. i <3>
bored post after more procrastination
Thursday, August 03, 2006
"When we dance..angels will run and hide their wings..."- Sting
did i mention that in a new life, my name will be sesamoid? (yes everyone has at least two, in your kneecaps, called patella) ahhh to live life small, flat and sesame shaped...
did i mention that in a new life, my name will be sesamoid? (yes everyone has at least two, in your kneecaps, called patella) ahhh to live life small, flat and sesame shaped...
oh and did i mention, i want to shop? but state of brokeness and state of boobness will not allow.
since i am grumpy, let me here proclaim:
whoever told me that aussie had big pretty bras, lied.
all i found were grandma-bras (no offense if you're a funky grandma) maternity-bras and smaller pretty ones. bah. and poo.
oh and for those who didn't wanna know, too bad
*crawls into a corner and dies of shame*
i'm just whinging.
since i am grumpy, let me here proclaim:
whoever told me that aussie had big pretty bras, lied.
all i found were grandma-bras (no offense if you're a funky grandma) maternity-bras and smaller pretty ones. bah. and poo.
oh and for those who didn't wanna know, too bad
*crawls into a corner and dies of shame*
i'm just whinging.
I'm cold and lazy
i'm also schleeepy. i am not enjoying anatomy. *mmphargh* it's funnish in abstract, but in your face pracs kinda still give me the shivers. and the hebejeebies. while i'm really happy/grateful/awed/*insert suitable verb of choice* that many many people choose to give their bits and picese, bodies, x-rays and what not to science, it's really starting to creep me out, plonking and poking away at plasticinated body parts. *shivers* i like my insides on my inside thankyewverymuch. *checks that hyiod bone in intact and not broken* nope folks, the hamster has not been strangled
little note: to all those people who know someone who has or plan to donate their bodies to science, i respect and congradulate you. it is just misplaced students like me, who, while they treat all once-organic matter with all due respect, are just a little unsettled by the fact that they have to handle once organic matter. in no way was this ment to be offensive.
oh well on to other things.
the little hamster sits in her corner and plots. then she rubs her paws with glee. she intendeds to
hmmm can't think of anymore. oh, and i am planning to go nuts. it must be a deliberate act, which resulted from considerations and all due hesitations. there.
oh and 12. figure out how i can unpainfully re-dislocate my temporomandibular joint. i've done it once and i lost masses of weight. rawr. i found them again soon tho.
little note: to all those people who know someone who has or plan to donate their bodies to science, i respect and congradulate you. it is just misplaced students like me, who, while they treat all once-organic matter with all due respect, are just a little unsettled by the fact that they have to handle once organic matter. in no way was this ment to be offensive.
oh well on to other things.
the little hamster sits in her corner and plots. then she rubs her paws with glee. she intendeds to
- learn to surf this spring
- aquire money and map plan of attack for end-of-year-extravaganza
- visit kiddiecuz in melbie
- visit bunny in perth (altho i'd prolly see you sooner in sgp aye?)
- get ____ pierced (up to ya imagination =) it's my little secret)
- get some really nice photos of me taken. all that i have, i either look like a doofus (not you stan, the normal kinda doofus) or a freak.
- get nice grades this sem
- find nice house for next sem
- FINISH MY LING SHEET
- grow my hair long, and get a haircut i'm happy with.
- grow smaller boobs.
hmmm can't think of anymore. oh, and i am planning to go nuts. it must be a deliberate act, which resulted from considerations and all due hesitations. there.
oh and 12. figure out how i can unpainfully re-dislocate my temporomandibular joint. i've done it once and i lost masses of weight. rawr. i found them again soon tho.
