Archive for November, 2009

stuck in the middle with …um, myself

November 10, 2009

Well, for those of you who are avidly following my life, I’m two down, two to go in the exam gauntlet.

(As I’m probs the only reader, that means yes, I am avidly following myself. I can’t decide if that’s normal or really sad).

The first two weren’t too bad, and there were only a coupe of questions where I had to resort to eeny meeny miny moo for the answer. As usual, there were those desperados outside the venue reading their notes, and one guy was even discussing how he’d been vomiting. Vomiting! From a multiple choice test!

I’m growing a person here, and you don’t see me vomming. Harden up dude.

Don’t get me wrong; it’s not that I love exams, and go running around gate crashing them just to colour in the little circles. I just can’t see the point of getting on the crazy bus over them. They’re just tests to see if you’ve been paying attention, and if you were in class, surely something sunk in? If not, why the hell were you in class? What were you doing?

And just to add a bit more wankiness to the mix, these are MULTIPLE CHOICE exams people. Yeah not fun, but not the end of the world. Back in my day, when I was doing my first degree, we had to write 4 essays in two hours, complete with quotes. Multiple choice? Pfffft.

PS – Yes, I know I was talking about panic stations only a post or so ago, but I’m pregnant, so am allowed these personality swings (last night I teared up because M had left the outside light on for me).


Smoke me a kipper, I’ll be back for breakfast…

November 7, 2009

So, here’s the thing…

In two days, I have two exams. Then a day later, another, then another the next day. And here I am wasting time writing a blog post to what is essentially myself instead of studying.

What else have I done today?

Had TWO naps.

Discussed with Lotte why dogs have such sniffy noses.

Bought Bento supplies.

Watched some fairies/street performers unload their props from a ute then stand around comparing their stockings.

Read the paper.

Rubbed my tummy.

Colour me productive aye? All the while this industrious doing was being done, I’ve also been dealing with an ever-present new friend – nausea. Partly to do with the cherry-sized dugong (have you seen the pictures of developing fetuses/feti?), and partly due to panic that the whole SEMESTER IS HANGING IN THE BALANCE OF THE NEXT WEEK AND OMG IT’S NEXT WEEK. It seemed like ages away, then bam! I could count the time in hours now.

Well, I could always have counted the time in hours, if I had a calculator, but any second now I’ll be down to old school fingers and toes.


The problem is, I’m really good at procrastinating. And denial. And writing lists and timetables. They’re not problems in themselves, except I’m not enrolled in BellyRubbing 101, or Lists for the 21st century (but if I was, man I’d kick ass). I’m like Rimmer in the Red Dwarf books, who spends so much time writing out his study timetables and revising them that he ends up with 7.3 seconds per subject study time before his exam. I feel that like him, I’ll be reduced to just rubbing my study notes over myself in a blind panic and misplaced faith in osmosis.

You would have thought I’d have learnt who I am by now, but no, somehow I still manage to convince myself that not only can I study full time but also run the house and grow a person. Nevermind that my favourite pastime is sleeping, and lately I can barely keep my eyes open for more than five hours at a stretch. Nevermind that this is a completely new field to me. Nevermind that I’m lazy at the best of times.

And so here I am. Like a desperate card-tower maker in a hurricane holding two cards together and muttering “It’s still good…it’s okay…” I’m still telling myself that I’ll be fine. The shit of it is that no matter what I do, those exams will roll around regardless, and I have a little voice whispering that I could probably, maybe, possibly, it’s not completely insane to think, that I could pass without doing anything more than this. After all, I have (mostly) kept up with the study throughout the semester, and it is multiple choice, and oh my god I’m sounding convincing so I better stop.

Right then.

Any minute now.

Best bit of the day: Chicken and avocado sushi rolls at lunchtime. Specifically, the mayonnaisey sauce stuff in them.

Not so best bit: While eating the aforementioned sushi rolls, all I could think of was how delsish they were and how many I had left.

Oh, and the lack of studying.


oh the technology!

November 6, 2009

Well, this is my first entry… the other one doesn’t count as it was auto-generated, but it was nice to see a comment already (even if it was from a cylon).
Today’s best bit: seeing an elderly skateboarder – take that Age!
Also, in related news, McDonald’s didn’t put an egg in my Sausage McMuffin this morning – so the revolution is on the back burner for now.
Not so best bit: my inability to ignore the siren song of the Sausage Mcmuffin on my way back from the school run. Although it does make me think it could be a boy this time, as the slime and snails and puppy dog tails that are the core ingredients of a little boy may be just what make Mr McMuffin oh so delish.

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November 6, 2009

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