So, I turned 29.
And I finished my last Semester 2 as an undergrad.
I’m not sure which makes me more nervous, to be completely honest. The last assessment for my first semester project nearly killed me, I swear. I think, all up, it had to be 30,000 words, and took me until 3am to finalise. And then 10 minutes before I was going to present? I got an approval for an extension due to illness. I went ahead and did it anyway, because no. I did not want to wait another week with it hanging over my head.
I think I left my body during it, actually. But it’s done. And I can’t have screwed it up too badly. I don’t think.
My birthday was on November 7th, and a very quiet day. Mum came down and we had an amazing lunch, and Mum brought me some small gifts. The rest of my gifts (most of which are books! ) and my official birthday cake will occur when Mum and I can coordinate (pizza, salad, champagne and cake!)
Right now, I’m taking ten days off to relax – something I sorely need to do. Maybe write some bad fan fiction, and do some bad fanart? Something with no academic or profitable value
It was my birthday today! I’m twenty five, as of seven forty-five tonight.
I had a very quiet but lovely day. My sister and mother went to so much trouble!
Definitely more tomorrow, but I’ll leave you with a photo, taken by my sister, of the amazing cat and bunny cupcakes they made me (chocolate cake with either raspberries or cherries in the middle. I ate, like, three!
(PS: To every American who voted for Barack Obama today, thank you. There were a few moments there, I thought maybe the Republicans had won; I really cannot get behind the principles and policies that they were touting, and am thrilled that President Obama has an opportunity to actually enact his ideas and principles rather than just clean up the mess left behind by the previous administration.)
A flying entry today, because I am seirously sick and seriously tired. I got some bug bites on the back of one of my legs last week – I mean, it’s winter here, I didn’t think I had to worry about biting bugs in the cold. But they got me, and got me good. And unfortunately, they got seriously, seriously infected. The leprosy jokes were all fun and games , as were the natural bite balms but they got worse and now I am seriously ill. Mum was even talking about going up to the hospital earlier, but I am positive I can hold out until tomorrow, when I can see my GP.
And I’ve been chipping away at my Nanowrimo work. I’m trying so hard to stay ahead, since I’m hoping to go to Sydney this Friday until Sunday, and I doubt I’ll get much writing done whilst I’m there, so I’m determined. I’m meeting my personal word count goals so far, but honestly, tonight it was like getting blood from a stone. I hope that’s not a sign that my plot is too thin, or that the rest of the month is going to be a struggle. And to think, I’m planning to do three rounds of Nanowrimo this year – June, August and November
To top everything off, it was my delightful, wonderful, funny mother’s birthday today and I was too sick to do anything! And her present hasn’t arrived! I did, however, manage to get the pizza guys to write ‘happy birthday’ on the box, and put a sparkler in our dessert tart, so maybe it wasn’t a total fail. And since Mum has a cold (what a birthday!), when we’re both better, we’re going out to lunch and I’ll shower Mum with all the love and gifts I had intended to give her today.
Now, my fingers are going kind of numb from all the typing I’ve done today, so I am off to load a book on the iPad and curl up in bed. Hope everyone is particularly snuggly in bed tonight