i am not belle

I woke up to the sweet sounds of jazz playing from my neighbour’s car this morning. It was a nice way to wake up to such a lovely Sunday morning. Am trying hard not to think about inevitable uni tomorrow, particularly the four hour biotech lab. I wonder if the instructor is going to say anything about some of us not proceeding to lab after the mid-sessions last week. Oh well, who cares. I can’t miss anymore, or else I’ll be put down for an AF. Facepalm*

The week went by so quickly, I didn’t even realise it. I tried to get the most of my cramming out of last night and it was semi-hopeless. I have decided to combine my degree with Arts so I can finish off what’s left of my previous degree. Man, I feel like chocolate now. Damn ads. I still have the Maltesers from last week, and there’s some dark chocolate in the house from several months ago. Am not a big fan of dark chocolate and I’ll probably only ever eat it when I’m reminded of how it’s good for you (sort of).

These breaks should be extended to two weeks, like back in school. How good was that? None of this one week every six week crap. Somebody told me that this semester’s been extended to 13 weeks. I wasn’t sure how that worked, like does that include the week 0 workshops or do we… actually have 13 weeks? Confused. The uni should send out letters or something.

I love reading Body + Soul on a Sunday. It makes me feel like I have nothing to do for the whole day. I borrowed a book from the local library on Thursday called Love & Punishment by Wendy Harmer. I never knew she wrote books. It should be a good read. I have been itching to get my hands on some chick lit for a while now. I used to read them more than my prescribed readings for uni. I wish there was a unit on romantic literature. Modern romantic literature. If you’re thinking of British romantic literature, as that might possibly be the closest thing to romance novels, forget it. I fucking loathe it. Maybe except for Emma- I haven’t read it, but I have watched Clueless, and I loved it. I like another remake, this one of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew, 10 Things I Hate About You.

I miss 90s teen movies, even though I was barely a teen back then. I loved watching things I didn’t really have to think about too much. That’s not to sound degrading or anything. What I meant was that.. it was nice watching something light and not so serious. I don’t really get the chance to do that without feeling like I should be doing something more productive.

Why do I fear opening up WebCT? I feel like some pop-up is going to fill the screen and warn me of my inevitable failure and doom.

Dude, seriously, what happened to Calvin Harris? I love him and all that, but what’s with this new dancey sound? Such a change from his first album, which I personally think, was so much better. Sigh. He sounds a bit generic now :S