Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

I think Autumn is dead. Like, I think it’s being dragged away kicking and screaming as Winter cackles in the background. It started off as a nice day, but after lunch, I realised I needed some groceries – fun things like milk and cheese. And it was fine when I hopped on the bus.

But by the time I made it into the city, the rain had hit. Nothing too series, just slippery and annoying. By the time I made it back to the bus stop, though, the nice day I had woken up to was dead and buried. And I have found the perfect perch along Hyde Park that allows me to sit with my bags, but still see all the buses arriving. Plus I’m out of the way. Sad to say, my perch does not include any sort of rain protection. And the bus was late. Though, I was admiring the leaves falling as I waited.

Honestly, I’m looking forward to winter. I have two adorable scarf and glove sets, I have new jeans and tees ready to go, a bitchin’ pair of sneakers – I just need the weather to wear them! Plus all my favourite pyjamas are winter jammies. And my most beloved pink Ugg boots. And winter means all kinds of wonderful things – like Supanova, semester break and OzComiCon.

On that note, there’s still a week until mid-semester break, and that means I have uni work to finish, so I shall leave you – hopefully snug inside, out of the rain, wind and dying moans of the season :D

A Sudden Epiphany

I had a sudden epiphany this morning, when I was finishing off a presentation for uni: it makes a huge difference if you like your lecturer. If you clash, it makes it very hard for you to want to complete the work, let alone have it be your best work. And me and this current lecturer? … Yeah. Not a fan. And certainly not looking forward to our next one-on-one consult, that’s for sure. -_-

I swear to god this week is trying to kill me. Frankly, I hope it rains on Sunday, so I can justify barricading myself in my apartment and watching all of Sailor Moon Crystal in my pyjamas.

Back Home Again

Back in Sydney, back home, hooray!

My apartment is very small, and made smaller by the excess of furniture I have (a giant ottoman, named Otto from the Ottoman Empire, that folds out into a bed), a resin cow named Valencia, my desk and desktop computer set up, bookcase, couch, coffee table… the list goes on. And it’s kind of dark – dodgy lights, bottom floor apartment. But it’s my happy place. It’s my sanctuary. And when my mum was staying last week (I was at her place), she tidied up. It’s lovely. I could lie on my couch for hours, reading.

But my iPad battery is flat.

And I do have class tomorrow morning, then I must brave the crowds to grab some groceries (and, um, perhaps a stop at Gorman :oops: I think I have a serious problem. But a girl need her matching scarf and gloves sets :love: )

But right now, I have a bag of broken Easter chocolate, my laptop has 34% battery and it’s only 9:19pm, so everything is good.