If there’s one thing I love more than triumph, it’s annoying vagueness.

It’s been a very long, and very short, month.

The last two weeks, I had to present my plan for my honours year (a YA story), a backup essay, and a group-presentation in another class. I used to be the queen of the last-minute dash. All-nighters were a breeze. This semester? I’m relatively organized, and haven’t had to pull any all-nighters, but the stress of so much of my academic future weighing me down resulted in my jaw swelling, and my neck twisting up so badly, that I needed an emergency dental appointment (complete with x-rays) and three trips to the physio to unknot my neck.

Is this me getting old? Or am I finally taking my academics seriously enough to do myself harm?

As terrible as it is, I prefer the latter. I’m only twenty-eight!

So, I’ve been at my mum’s for the week – I don’t have a dentist or physio in Sydney – and heading back to Sydney tomorrow. It’s lucky that my classes last week were flexible, though I was sick enough that I would have come home anyway. But yes, back to Sydney tomorrow. I’m looking forward to Sunday more, though – after a trip to Apple to replace a busted charger, there’s a little shopping to be done, and then I’m finally going to go see Suicide Squad. By myself, sadly, but my sister is busy (and has the flu), and none of my friends have a burning desire to see Suicide Squad. I actually enjoy going to the movies alone.

And on Thursday night, I have tickets to Allen and Unwin’s YAFest evening – hoping to get some of my books autographed by the guest authors, and have lots of fun (book-themed manicures! Chocolate! Books!)

Tragically, I still have to update my phone, update my mum’s phone, pack my suitcase, have a shower, and wash up before bedtime, so I’m off to snag some of mum’s chocolate cake and get started.

Your authority isn’t recognized in Fort Kickass.

I have anxiety and depression; and when I have bad periods, time seems to disintegrate. :crazy: I can spend weeks doing little more than reading and basic functionally. The weird thing is that I don’t actually notice I’m doing it; it takes me weeks to realise it and everyone around me is ‘…duh.’ -_-

So, my uni break consisted of watching Archer (definitely been added to my favourites list), doing a little fic writing, and generally over-thinking my entire life. So, not exactly the relaxing break I was hoping for. Now I’m back at uni, and I’m trying to piece myself back into a functioning human being. I mean, I’ve started a sort-of bullet journal for my honours year at uni (let’s ignore the fact I graduate next year. It scares the living hell out of me), and I got a super cute haircut. No, seriously, I had my fringe cut and I was so worried, but I actually kind of love it. :love:

Now I am going to go crawl into my bed, which is currently obscured by a giant pile of clean washing, and sleep with the hope that when I wake up tomorrow it won’t be Monday and I won’t have a 10am lecture.

Dot Point Days

  • End of semester is here! Which means I am up to my elbows in half-finished projects. I have an essay, a presentation, a multimedia ebook, and a set of postcards that all have to be completed in the next fortnight. It’s a lot, but I’m crossing my fingers that I have everything under control. And, without blowing my own horn, the ebook is looking quite cool.  :cool:
  • I went to TeenCon: Cornucopia Sunday morning, as a part of the Sydney Writer’s Festival. I’ll do a whole post about it, but it was fun, and I’ll definitely be snagging tickets against next year.
  • Got a phone call yesterday, to hear that one of our cats – Bob – had been attacked by the cat that was hiding in our shed, and had his tongue lacerated :sob:. My mother and sister dropped him off at our vet this morning (they took him to see an emergency vet yesterday), and I’m just waiting to hear the vet’s verdict. Most likely? Surgery. Poor man-cat. He’s just trying to protect his kingdom.
  • Got a very polite but firm email requesting student presence in today’s lecture, and I like my lecturer, so I made plans to attend. And was promptly rewarded by the universe, as I won a book in a Facebook contest – one that was actually presented at TeenCon, which is very cool.  XD
  • My washing machine has gone kaput again. :pissed: This time? Tripping the power of my apartment. So, I have to make plans to get it repaired, and drag my laundry down to the laundromat. I’m frustrated – more money I have to scramble to find. And I freaking hate having to pay someone to do something I am perfectly capable of doing myself – like my laundry (my local laundromat is tiny and very busy – usually the only option is to drop my stuff off, and pick it up later.)
  • Right now, I am really looking forward to lunch.  :x