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FLEH.
I sort of feel like just flopping myself over my computer and allowing all the interesting information of my life over the past few weeks to somehow make its way into an entertaining, concise entry via osmosis. That is probably not going to happen. Maybe we should work backwards.
My life at the moment is thus:
I wake up in the late morning. I attempt to accomplish something in preparation for going on exchange (I'm going on exchange next semester to Milan, in case there's somebody reading this who missed that) before breakfast, I have breakfast some time between 12 and 1, I watch a movie on my computer/laze/maybe do more exchange prep things, I plan dinner, possibly go to the shop for ingredients, I make dinner, I laze and talk to Pantees online, I download movies, I go to sleep somewhere between 1 and 3.
Boring Exchange Preparation Details It's really boring, really.
Today's accomplishments include sending a whingey email to the Housing service I applied to last week asking when I'm going to be notified of whether or not they're going to give me a room, finding out how much the Language Course I have to pay for costs and transferring that amount from my Savings account onto my card, and applying for a fancier debit card for use overseas.
Tomorrow will be Definitively Productive, rather that Preparatively Productive, and actually involves leaving the house. I need to go to the Italian consulate to apply for my Visa (SCARY), the form for which I printed off yesterday. Depending on whether I find my spare passport photo today, I may also need to get more passport photos taken to submit with the application. Bleh. Then in the evening I'm going to a travel agent with Dad, to buy our plane tickets. Dad's coming with me for a few weeks' holidaying in Italy before I settle in Milan, so that's exciting and nice. Also a damn relief because I would probably die if I had to deal with my first experience of international travel solo. I mean it would be a delicious thrill of independence but probably too stressful for my first time.
I just stopped writing this because I got an email back from the Housing service being all 'lol sorry so late we have lots of requests you'll hear back ASAP', so that's good, I think. I then got an email from UCSC (the uni I'm going to) telling me how to register for the orientation day (by ticking a box, and that's it), so I did that. SUCH PRODUCTIVITY.
I have to go into uni on Monday to hand in insurance forms that I will be able to fill out once I have my ticket, and also because the fact that I have to pay for my Language Course does weird things to my UWA enrolment that they didn't tell me about previously, so I have to sort that out (it confuses me, but apparently it requires minimal effort from me. I don't really understand what's happening, but they've done it before for students in previous years so I shan't worry about it). I also need to apply for the Language Course online, but my computer won't access the page so I have to use a uni computer for it. Then I'll go eat crepes.
Academia
I did lots of stressing over the exam break, because I'm a horrid student. Contract was not quite as awful as I thought it might be, and Torts was a bit meaner than I was prepared for it to be. I probably won't fail any of my units. But I might. That would suck a bit. However if I'm ever going to fail a unit now is a good time, because I'll be only doing like two units in first semester next year so I have time to repeat. Blech. Repeat. I'm hoping that a semester studying in a completely different environment under completely differeny conditions will shake up my perspective on studying, which I need.
In I'm Awesome At Italian News: I got 99% on my final Italian test which was worth 20% (more than anything else this semester), so that's good.
Social Things
Pantees are great. The end.
Ok not really. We had the after-after-party (traditional end of exams party) last Friday, themed 'Royal Masquerade And The Proletariats Hanging Out On The Streets Outside Of Said Masquerade (Also Wearing Masks)'. Basically: Dress either super fancy or super crap, with a mask. I got to wear my Year 12 ball dress, which was awesome, and I made myself a mask. Photos pending when people hurry the hell up and upload their photos. Three of my favourite Pantees had had their birthdays in the preceeding three weeks, so I made them all birthday cakes. Sam got a baked lemon cheesecake (WHICH WAS DELICIOUS), Bradley got a sponge cake with jam and cream (which could have been better), and Jo got an excitingly decorated white chocolate mud cake in honour of her love for Harry Potter. Pic spam:
I'm pretty dang proud of that cake. The fondant tasted surprisingly like nothing, rather than like grossness. It involved an awful lot of red and green food colouring. I was splashing vanilla essence in with the colouring so that may have contributed to the non-grossness. The 'pages' are white chocolate and sour cream ganache, which was the topping provided by the cake recipe, taken to with a knife to resemble pages.
Bradley's cake:
Mm, nice easy classic Pretty Cake decorating.
Party highlights include a strange Greek-esque holding-shoulders dance-circle/singalong to The Wine Song by The Cat Empire, with Jo, Bradley, Simon and Patrick. That was fun, because the song goes on for ages and we were falling apart in various ways by the end.
Miscellany
I have a blood blister on my left index finger and it hurt and it's really gross and its name is Rodney B. Sanguini and I got it at work on Saturday night (doing something I've done injury-free thousands of times before) and it seems to be on its way off so that will be nice.
Fffffuuuuu World Cup.
And that's all, I think.
I sort of feel like just flopping myself over my computer and allowing all the interesting information of my life over the past few weeks to somehow make its way into an entertaining, concise entry via osmosis. That is probably not going to happen. Maybe we should work backwards.
My life at the moment is thus:
I wake up in the late morning. I attempt to accomplish something in preparation for going on exchange (I'm going on exchange next semester to Milan, in case there's somebody reading this who missed that) before breakfast, I have breakfast some time between 12 and 1, I watch a movie on my computer/laze/maybe do more exchange prep things, I plan dinner, possibly go to the shop for ingredients, I make dinner, I laze and talk to Pantees online, I download movies, I go to sleep somewhere between 1 and 3.
Boring Exchange Preparation Details It's really boring, really.
Today's accomplishments include sending a whingey email to the Housing service I applied to last week asking when I'm going to be notified of whether or not they're going to give me a room, finding out how much the Language Course I have to pay for costs and transferring that amount from my Savings account onto my card, and applying for a fancier debit card for use overseas.
Tomorrow will be Definitively Productive, rather that Preparatively Productive, and actually involves leaving the house. I need to go to the Italian consulate to apply for my Visa (SCARY), the form for which I printed off yesterday. Depending on whether I find my spare passport photo today, I may also need to get more passport photos taken to submit with the application. Bleh. Then in the evening I'm going to a travel agent with Dad, to buy our plane tickets. Dad's coming with me for a few weeks' holidaying in Italy before I settle in Milan, so that's exciting and nice. Also a damn relief because I would probably die if I had to deal with my first experience of international travel solo. I mean it would be a delicious thrill of independence but probably too stressful for my first time.
I just stopped writing this because I got an email back from the Housing service being all 'lol sorry so late we have lots of requests you'll hear back ASAP', so that's good, I think. I then got an email from UCSC (the uni I'm going to) telling me how to register for the orientation day (by ticking a box, and that's it), so I did that. SUCH PRODUCTIVITY.
I have to go into uni on Monday to hand in insurance forms that I will be able to fill out once I have my ticket, and also because the fact that I have to pay for my Language Course does weird things to my UWA enrolment that they didn't tell me about previously, so I have to sort that out (it confuses me, but apparently it requires minimal effort from me. I don't really understand what's happening, but they've done it before for students in previous years so I shan't worry about it). I also need to apply for the Language Course online, but my computer won't access the page so I have to use a uni computer for it. Then I'll go eat crepes.
Academia
I did lots of stressing over the exam break, because I'm a horrid student. Contract was not quite as awful as I thought it might be, and Torts was a bit meaner than I was prepared for it to be. I probably won't fail any of my units. But I might. That would suck a bit. However if I'm ever going to fail a unit now is a good time, because I'll be only doing like two units in first semester next year so I have time to repeat. Blech. Repeat. I'm hoping that a semester studying in a completely different environment under completely differeny conditions will shake up my perspective on studying, which I need.
In I'm Awesome At Italian News: I got 99% on my final Italian test which was worth 20% (more than anything else this semester), so that's good.
Social Things
Pantees are great. The end.
Ok not really. We had the after-after-party (traditional end of exams party) last Friday, themed 'Royal Masquerade And The Proletariats Hanging Out On The Streets Outside Of Said Masquerade (Also Wearing Masks)'. Basically: Dress either super fancy or super crap, with a mask. I got to wear my Year 12 ball dress, which was awesome, and I made myself a mask. Photos pending when people hurry the hell up and upload their photos. Three of my favourite Pantees had had their birthdays in the preceeding three weeks, so I made them all birthday cakes. Sam got a baked lemon cheesecake (WHICH WAS DELICIOUS), Bradley got a sponge cake with jam and cream (which could have been better), and Jo got an excitingly decorated white chocolate mud cake in honour of her love for Harry Potter. Pic spam:
I'm pretty dang proud of that cake. The fondant tasted surprisingly like nothing, rather than like grossness. It involved an awful lot of red and green food colouring. I was splashing vanilla essence in with the colouring so that may have contributed to the non-grossness. The 'pages' are white chocolate and sour cream ganache, which was the topping provided by the cake recipe, taken to with a knife to resemble pages.
Bradley's cake:
Mm, nice easy classic Pretty Cake decorating.
Party highlights include a strange Greek-esque holding-shoulders dance-circle/singalong to The Wine Song by The Cat Empire, with Jo, Bradley, Simon and Patrick. That was fun, because the song goes on for ages and we were falling apart in various ways by the end.
Miscellany
I have a blood blister on my left index finger and it hurt and it's really gross and its name is Rodney B. Sanguini and I got it at work on Saturday night (doing something I've done injury-free thousands of times before) and it seems to be on its way off so that will be nice.
Fffffuuuuu World Cup.
And that's all, I think.