“At The Risk Of Sounding Negative, No.”

I came home for a week for Easter, for what I thought would be a lovely time to regroup and collect myself. We planned to have Easter Lunch with my grandparents, and then a casual lunch of Italian Easter Sunday. Mum was going to whip up some gnocchi and veggie lasagna, I was going to whip up a knock-off Sake Miss Blossom cocktail, and I was going to puppy-eye my sister into making rocky road for dessert. Then, after Easter, I was planning on getting all my uni work up-to-date, a few personal projects that I’ve been busting to get started, and helping my Mum with a few at-home projects. :geek:

It did not go to plan. Easter Saturday? Well, it kind of helps when you tell the grandparents we are coming for Easter Saturday lunch (dumping the blame and shame on my father for that one. Another for his bag of sneaky tricks). Then, we were all kind of done on Sunday, so we ended up going out for a quick dinner. Then I’m pretty sure I slept from Monday to Wednesday. At least, I really didn’t do much. Sleep, snack, read, repeat. Maybe a little writing? I knew I was sleep deprived, but those days are kind of blurry. XD

Thursday through to tonight kind of vanished when I wasn’t looking in a series of necessary but boring tasks. :ohno: And I’m headed back to Sydney tomorrow afternoon, in time for my Wednesday morning class (and I got a spectacularly aggressive email from my lecturer today, telling us to attend our Wednesday night lecture. It’s super pathetic people aren’t attending, but we are adults And, frankly, the lectures are only relevant when the guest-lecturers are speaking about our specialisation. The last one before Easter was okay, but pointless for me since it didn’t focus on my major. And no one really wants to hang around til 5pm for an hour lecture. But I digress.)

So, next weekend, I get to catch up on the work I spaced on, and the new work that will be assigned. The only good side is that, since Easter was so early, I have another week off (well, no classes are held but it isn’t technically a week off) in three weeks, which is lovely. Thinking of petitioning the uni to make this schedule permanent because it is far less stressful than the normal semester structure.

For now, I am going to slump on the couch and watch bad reality TV until bedtime.

God, I love sleep. :happycry:

A New Look

I wasn’t loving the 70s sorbet colour scheme and header around here, so I’m trying out a blue and lavender watercolour look, for a wintery feel (god, I cannot wait for the cold weather. I love, love, love my new Gorman pom-pom scarf, and my winter shoes are all kinds of awesome). :marryme:

Good Things

Usually for me, life is a parade of disasters. I stumble around like a drunken baby trying to put out metaphorical fires, usually having to settle for a compromise that screws me over. It sucks, but it is what it is.

But for once, things seem to be fitting into place. I needed one course credit and one alternate course to be able to start my honours year in August, so I can graduate next June. There’s a lot of reasons for this, but the one I’m happy to share is that half of my closest uni friends graduate next June, and it would be nice to graduate together.

And I managed it! In less than a week, I got my course credit approved, and I got into an alternate course. I was concerned that the alternate course was going to be very technical and lots of analytical essays. But it’s a practical design course, hooray :D  My other two courses aren’t too bad – both have been rewritten since last year, and one ended up with a completely hideous assessment schedule (instead of weekly ‘blogging’ on lecture material, we all have to put together presentations in pairs. Clearly this course is audited by Satan), and the other ended up dropping the group-project requirement and the strange interview assessment, which is awesome (though, one assessment was based upon our online presence – LinkedIn and Behance et al – which sounded pretty good.)

I’m still suspicious, but things are definitely looking up. I have two whole days off, one day with a one-hour lecture and one class that only requires I meet with my lecturer once a fortnight for ten minutes, since it’s focusing on independent projects, prepping us for honours and post-university life.

Quite frankly, I’m going to stick with being grateful, because I know my family life is going to be difficult this year. It would be really nice if one aspect of my life didn’t look like a trainwreck.