things are a little more organised...
my room is a bit more in order, and i have gotten quite a tidy little plan for my thesis together now - i am more than a little impressed by how neat it looks.
next step. organise notes coherently. which is not the easiest thing for me to do - then, work out a timetable, with clear dates of when i want things finished by. go me.
getting organised is important.
i have my day at small claims court tomorrow. i am very scared. please, little friends, wish me luck... i am hoping, feverently that the - its not judge, its like a ... nope, dont know. - just hope they let me out of my lease. having money again would be Great! i would be able to do things like buy food! and coffee! and the occasional product from lush! and mimesis for uni! go me!
on the slighty more sombre side, schapelle goes to trial tomorrow - no, i think the witness is on trial - the one who her, you know, not being killed relies on.
i try not to think about it much. it's so, so weird when someone who is a close blood relative - god, first cousin, is on the news every night, everyone you know seeing this image of her, and not knowing the connection. and mercedes - that is almost stranger - i never had much contact with schapelle after they moved to the coast, but we always see mercedes, she's wonderful.... she's one of my favourite relatives, with what was even before ' this' a facinating life. now though. god. god. it's surreal. and uncle michael - all i can say i am glad he has been allowed a little bit of space by the media, since he's terminally ill and everything. he has a year to live and his daughter is facing the death penalty. he's my favourite uncle by about a million, in his strange, too much drinking, incredibly well read way. i just i can just hope for the best. and try like anything to not think about it too much. nothing my worries can do. nothing at all. the poor things.
next step. organise notes coherently. which is not the easiest thing for me to do - then, work out a timetable, with clear dates of when i want things finished by. go me.
getting organised is important.
i have my day at small claims court tomorrow. i am very scared. please, little friends, wish me luck... i am hoping, feverently that the - its not judge, its like a ... nope, dont know. - just hope they let me out of my lease. having money again would be Great! i would be able to do things like buy food! and coffee! and the occasional product from lush! and mimesis for uni! go me!
on the slighty more sombre side, schapelle goes to trial tomorrow - no, i think the witness is on trial - the one who her, you know, not being killed relies on.
i try not to think about it much. it's so, so weird when someone who is a close blood relative - god, first cousin, is on the news every night, everyone you know seeing this image of her, and not knowing the connection. and mercedes - that is almost stranger - i never had much contact with schapelle after they moved to the coast, but we always see mercedes, she's wonderful.... she's one of my favourite relatives, with what was even before ' this' a facinating life. now though. god. god. it's surreal. and uncle michael - all i can say i am glad he has been allowed a little bit of space by the media, since he's terminally ill and everything. he has a year to live and his daughter is facing the death penalty. he's my favourite uncle by about a million, in his strange, too much drinking, incredibly well read way. i just i can just hope for the best. and try like anything to not think about it too much. nothing my worries can do. nothing at all. the poor things.