i am not belle

Went to uni, missed out on chem and maths labs. Showed up to the final psych lab where we were doing questionnaires that were aimed at testing our attitudes. Interesting, quiet as usual. Studied in the library afterwards and got some biotech notes down. Brought my laptop, so my left shoulder is temporarily paralysed. Rushed home to finish off psych report, but not before catching Family Guy and American Dad. Ended up finishing it just then and emailed it off. I am really sleepy but not tired, which explains why I am still here. I’m writing in half sentences tonight/morning because I can’t comprehend long, stringy sentences anymore. Boobies. I still have Joanna’s monkey finger puppet, who we’ve affectionately called Dilusha. It kinda looks like him. I’ve been sitting here for so long that my hot tea has now turned fridge-worthy. I used to get smoke and steam mixed up a lot, and the good thing about hanging around engineers is that they explain the difference to you. Unfortunately, I had written a poem where I used the word smoke instead of steam and a friend pointed it out, but no way am I fixing up the poem. That would totally kill the ignorant vibe I had going on. Of course, I had written that during my Arts days at Usyd, which are no longer. I had a dream about it last night, again. I’ve had several dreams lately where I am back there studying literature. It was kind of sad, but also sweetly nostalgic. I didn’t hang around a lot of people there (nobody, to be precise). There was Kaye, but we had different timetables and rarely got to see each other, and she made friends in her courses, where I had not in mine. Maybe literature was just a very lonesome thing to study. It’s all very reflective, and I suppose that means spending a lot of time by yourself to.. I dunno, think or something. I spent those times across the street in Broadway shopping. Am glad those days are over.

I told you I can’t have a clear head after finishing an assignment. I get way too giddy and sleepy. I should go to bed before I cause some real damage, like spill juice or something.

I didn’t have any classes today as lectures for most courses had finished last week. I did get some studying done in the library and Ash so kindly and patiently explained redox reactions to me and I can now do them. It definitely took a while. The only trouble with preparing for exams is that I am never quite sure which subject to study for first. My only focus at the moment is trying to get this blasted emotions report done and handed in on time.

Holy crap, it was so hot today. I wore shorts today and my legs were pale in the morning, but by the end of the afternoon, there was a deep tan running. Buuurrrn. I can’t wait for the Newtown Festival on the 8th of next month. By then, I would have gotten three exams out of the way (if I show up to maths, it would be three). Yay! Can finally relax, and possibly start looking for casual summer jobs. Most of them are retail though, and I am not really interested in that field. There was an article in a newspaper a while ago (weeks, months?), which broadly accused Generation Y of being too picky with jobs. There was a girl featured in the article, and she’s worked in about every sector I could even consider about looking for a job in, and she liked none of them. When I was in high school, I had found the idea of being a waitress rather aspiring. After hearing about so many disaster hospitality related stories, it’s turned me off the role. I don’t think I would make a very good waitress, anyway. One of the benefits, I reckon, is how quickly you’d get guns. Oh man, they have pretty nice arms, well the ones I’ve seen anyway. I worked in a call centre for about a year and quit this past March. I just couldn’t stand it. The people there were so friendly and I’ve made a few lasting friendships, but other than that, the job was tedious and boring and too routine. I didn’t like the idea of sitting down for several hours a day on a phone and computer. I needed to be moving around at least, get my blood flowing sort of thing. The article was right though: we are becoming way too picky. At least, I think I am. I wish I could be like “I’ll do whatever job it is, as long as I’m earning my own income” (except prostitution or anything degrading like that). Well, maybe-

I kid, I kid. I’m tired of talking about jobs. Not that I’ve went on quite a lot about it. I just finished studying for the night. I’ve been making steady progress for the past three nights. The only downside is, I can’t get to sleep before 2AM now. Something is keeping me up, or maybe it’s because I’ve been waking up late, since I haven’t been showing up to a lot of my morning classes. Last chem lab tomorrow and I would go, but I had a look in my manual and realised I hadn’t even done the safety pre-lab. It isn’t fair, they didn’t have pre-lab put down in the manual schedule. Oh well. I could miss out two without pHailing. See what I did there? See? See?

This kuding tea is making me cringe, but I can’t stop drinking it.

It’s definitely that time of the year again: Spring. Actually, it started three weeks ago, but it’s only just becoming obvious to me now. The tree at the front of our house is leafless and brown, and when I’m at the train station, tiny leaves fly by. They look really nice. They could be large pieces of dust, though.

The 23 mosquito bites on my legs are not a lot better. They’ve become scars now, but hopefully they’ll fade soon. Where is my Bio Oil when I need it most. I find it weird how people actually put it on their face. It’s oil. Would you have been better off putting olive oil on your face?

Anyway, I finally went to my psych lecture after a few good weeks of not attending. I didn’t even realise we’ve changed lecturers since. I think I shall be attending these from now on. I do like the Assessment section quite a lot. The biotech lab was incredibly short today- 2 hours. It’s the standard lab time, but for this one, 2 hours is a blessing. Mui and I got coffee afterwards and at the station, she treated me to a Magnum (thanks, Lovely!)- I’m such a cheap date ;O)

I realised I hadn’t ate anything since breakfast this morning. There just isn’t any time to eat when my mind is going “Do this, do that”. I can’t wait to combine my degree with Arts and finally take it easier. Science is way too much for me, I can’t handle it. The hours are ridiculous (22/week) and I’m required to keep on top of my game and I’m falling way below it. Definitely for the ones who cannot rely on self-motivation. I really wish they had COFA subjects ON campus. I would go into design or something like that, but I can’t be stuffed traveling around in a shuttle bus. So time consuming.

So tired. I just want to sleep on things and not wake up til eons later.