(Start: 8.30am) Lab meeting, uni, shopping, Walkerville Bowls Club quiz night, red wine, Waymouth St, home with Rob (2am), wake up 4am, Brighton dawn service (wearing last night's clothes), RSL, beer, Chloe picks me up ("Emma, you smell like a brothel!"), Waymouth St, home, lunch, movie (Let the Right One In), Waymouth St, pizza, amputee porn, Will ( Read more... )

I love cooking for people, it makes me so happy.

I also love wrapping my friends up in a giant roll of Chux. Amazing!


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Yesterday Tweed Boy and I went on the most amazing adventure.

Ugh I just lay in bed for 4 hours, completely unable to sleep, again ( Read more... )

1. Off to Sydney in a few hours.

2. Haven't slept for a while.

3. Fun weekend playing bassoon?

4. Urrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Can't even begin to explain this one.

Apparently I started a post last week, outlining all my favourite songs of the moment. Apparently, I also failed to post it, and have now deleted it ( Read more... )

Well, there's only one way to cover a lot of ground when one hasn't posted for a while, and that's with dot points ( Read more... )

I'm all very happy at the moment ( Read more... )

“What’s your story? And I don’t mean what you do, that’s your vocation. I mean, what’s your story?” Emma Elizabeth Marshall Stewart fixed a slightly bleary eye on the unfortunate male sitting in front of her. One hand was clutching her glass of Bombay, the other was obsessively tapping at the casing of her iPhone as she leaned forward, determined ( Read more... )

Things are looking fairly exciting for me at the moment. I am in the thralls of one of my giddyingly positive mood swings, and am quite content to stay there for the moment ( Read more... )