Sunday, June 1, 2014
nothing new
It's winter. Shit.
The last few days have been chill, even though internally I've been panicking about how finals are in a fortnight and how easily Week 12 was wasted. Ceebs, I think I can pass the 3 comm units, and that's all that matters.
Friday night was the usual OSCURO rehearsal and we finally got to blocking Heaven's Precipice and wow we actually got through it all, despite a whole circle's worth of people being absent. Now it actually looks pretty awesome. So many things could go wrong but we got time to practice that (not really).
Sigh, Jen and I originally planned not to eat out but nope, couldn't resist. We had Lord of the Fries which was meh, but we'll pick a better sauce next time. On the way to Tom N Toms, we bumped into Christine on her way to pub crawl! It was a very nice surprise, usually you don't bump into someone you want to see. Jen and I shared chocolate toast which was incredibly sickening and it was really good to get home.
Yesterday, I spent the whole goddamn day on accounting, and it still baffles me how long it takes despite how simple the questions usually are. However, the fact that 17 Again and NYE was on tv probably contributed to that mmm Zac Efron.
Today was good, because no work was done and a lot of food was indulged in, and I'm not sure that that's phrased correctly. I headed back home in the morning and Edwina and I shared a whole pancake mix with this ridiculously expensive American PB&J spread my mum got us. It was fucking delicious. Sometime after reminiscing about Disney and Nickelodeon and watching some Suite Life episodes, we caved and made a mug brownie with ice cream. Then I curled up with Buttons and skim read through City of Lost Souls. I've decided that I'll spend about two days of the semester break rereading all of Mortal Instruments and THEN I will suffer through the final instalment, and potentially have a loooong rant to Ravie who will hopefully be back in Sydney because I still have a lot of VA feels to share.
My perception of James Joyce has been marred before even reading any of his work after stumbling across his rather filthy 'love letters' to his wife or whore, not sure, they were into weird things and it was hilariously inappropriate. Probably too inappropriate to mention to any English teacher heh.
Okay, last econ tutorial tomorrow i.e. last hope of passing the unit so I should do my best to at least catch up on reading the content tonight. Last week of uni. It's a relief, seriously done with these units, never going to look back (unless I fail).
Toodles.
7:28 PM