I’m so gonna regret this when I have to wake up at 5am, but inspired blog surfing has turned up these nuggets :

“A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ get together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.”

“Regrets are a waste of time. They’re the past crippling you in the present.”

my defense is that my pre-twentysomething neighbours have just pulled from the beginning the semester toga party, and are now making enough noise for a legion of cats fighting. *sigh*

also, what better to accompany the insomnia that begets the evocative and inspired beauty of eating chicken noodle soup from the pot, in a (beautiful and new, although quite warm) bathrobe, while scratching mosquito bites.

No, don’t answer that.

tis tres amusing how much I blog when bored and avoiding something. And the phone bills I rack up. And the amount of useless information I gather.

finally, i update.

 where to begin, where to begin? I have done heaps. as usual, a list will suffice:

1. kevin and laura! we were zoo-ing (edit: to the zoo, not the other kind, you smutty one. I shall not name you… this time), drinking, mucho mucho eating. Thanks for coming down, for giving horus a much needed workout, for having many fine dinners, finer wines and the finest company! We need to spend more time at the beach next time.
2. work. i haven’t worked that much, judging from the weight that my wallet has lost, but i still feel like i’ve worked myself to exhaustion. must be the 3am nights. and people wonder why i have not life. or time.
3. skating! i am now proud to say i can stand on 8 wheels. still takes alot of concentration not to collide into passing dogs =) however i have discovered that having my tongue poking out does indeed add to stability. As well as having helpful tree branches.
4. school. hence the title of this post. i’ve done alright (pretty darn well imho) for the midsems, but not so for the assignnments. Could/should be doing better. I feel the familiar stirrings of panic and duck paddling in the weeks ahead. in a not-completely-random aside, it irritates me when people from other unis compare their gpas with mine. A comparison of law courses between uq and qut reveals that an average gpa of 4.2 in uq is equivalent to one of 5.6 in qut, not to say about a 6 plus in griffith (someone quoted me this stat the other day, so sorry, but no reference). This does not indicate that uq is stupider, only that our standards (and passing marks) are higher. AND uq is the only brisbane uni to have speech path. grr, take that and get out of my face, you stupid business student. (disclaimer: this is in reference to a particular person, and is not direct at anyone else. the ire is great in this one.)
5. boyfriend. may be leaving soon. for those that dunno the drama, he’s headed to bigger and more adventurous things, probably not in queensland. will comment more as more information trickles in. don’t hold your breath.

 i think that’s it. haven’t really done as much as i thought i did. I did rearrange my room (*again*). I also owe many people emails and letters; sherv (from the beginning of sem, gasp and horror, i’m so sorry hon!), shih (not much later), salman, ruiping, the list goes on….

 and no matt, i will not get a facebook.

toodles!

another day, another load

someone’s idea of a joke is not funny

humbledumblebumble beee

i need new techie toys <insert matt: tweedle beetle puddle paddle battle>. I’m having what is actually a pretty decent lecture by someone who is unfortunately not a permanent speech lecturer. but i’m not really paying attention. bugger muscle memory, my body knows its not supposed to pay attention in lectures. I actually do all my schoolwork after sunset, making for grumpy sondhas at 8am lectures.

In other news, I have a new starbucks cup!