I declare today a day of SWEETNESS
This afternoon, good shit happened.
To start, I finally handed in my ENGL 225 essay - it's not good that it's late, but it is good that I'm actually proud of it, and as usual, the relief of handing it in balances out the hideous days of stress preceding it.
Then I came home and found an early Christmas present in my Gmail inbox, in the form of an email from the Film department's honours coordinator saying:
I'm writing to thank you for your written application to study on the 405 course Scriptwriting at VUW in 2010, and to say that I'm happy to accept you onto this Honours course.
I GOT IN. \o/ No, I will not get over that any time soon, Facebook peeps. :D Three weeks to complete Cherub, during which I came to resent India ink and everything it stood for, but it turns out it was worth it. YAY.
Then, I went down to the office and found out that my actual Christmas present from my parents had arrived. "O NOES," said I, "WHAT COULD THIS MYSTERIOUS PACKAGE, WHICH IS THE EXACT SIZE AND SHAPE OF THE LATEST TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL, POSSIBLY CONTAIN?" Turns out it was a bobcat. Naw! It was totally Unseen Academicals, which I will read on the ferry with joy.
Then, to top off the afternoon of awesome, I realised I didn't have to have toast for dinner when I found a strip of pork belly in the freezer and realised that I also still had a potato, a carrot, two sprigs of rosemary, a jar of crushed garlic and a tin of minty peas. It is in the oven right now. OM NOM NOM.
To start, I finally handed in my ENGL 225 essay - it's not good that it's late, but it is good that I'm actually proud of it, and as usual, the relief of handing it in balances out the hideous days of stress preceding it.
Then I came home and found an early Christmas present in my Gmail inbox, in the form of an email from the Film department's honours coordinator saying:
I'm writing to thank you for your written application to study on the 405 course Scriptwriting at VUW in 2010, and to say that I'm happy to accept you onto this Honours course.
I GOT IN. \o/ No, I will not get over that any time soon, Facebook peeps. :D Three weeks to complete Cherub, during which I came to resent India ink and everything it stood for, but it turns out it was worth it. YAY.
Then, I went down to the office and found out that my actual Christmas present from my parents had arrived. "O NOES," said I, "WHAT COULD THIS MYSTERIOUS PACKAGE, WHICH IS THE EXACT SIZE AND SHAPE OF THE LATEST TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL, POSSIBLY CONTAIN?" Turns out it was a bobcat. Naw! It was totally Unseen Academicals, which I will read on the ferry with joy.
Then, to top off the afternoon of awesome, I realised I didn't have to have toast for dinner when I found a strip of pork belly in the freezer and realised that I also still had a potato, a carrot, two sprigs of rosemary, a jar of crushed garlic and a tin of minty peas. It is in the oven right now. OM NOM NOM.