The rush!

In the past few days, I have completed an International Studies presentation, my stats assignment (in one night to boot!) and my marketing homework (which I partially copied).

There's nothing like completing a whole stack of work in a ridiculously short amount of time, provided that you actually hand it all in on time. The rush, the thrill the satisfaction. I'd do it more often if I weren't afraid of failing.

Word of the day: rush

Pressure situations

It's been an exciting and exhilirating two days. That's if you count being put in intense pressure situations exciting and exhilirating.

Yesterday, I finally snared my P's, after almost crashing twice. After a quick celebratory drink of water, it was on to finishing (which here means starting) my International Studies presentation.

Which happened to be due today. It was good fun after my actual speech, which I was told was good. Alex devised an immigration game, which was good fun. All in all, not a complete disaster.

Now onwards with Stats assignment due tomorrow.

Word of the day: intense

Uncanny

It's quite strange. Maybe it's just me, but I swear, the amount of work you have just multiplies when you think you're on top of it all. Then it multiplies again by an exponential factor once you realise that you're not on top of it any longer. 

This is going to be such a bad week. I'm not even going to bother explaining. I really should stop going out and get into working mode. And I probably shouldn't blog.

Word of the day: work

Oh, the irony

A few weeks ago, when the first Great Victorian Earthquake occurred, I confess I did not feel a thing. This was due to the fact that I was on the first floor of my house. 

However, the rest of my family, and seemingly Victoria felt it, and I was instantly shunned and cast out.

But I have come back with a vengeance. 

Today, my whole table moved because I was on the top floor. It moved for what seemed like ages. But no-one else in my family felt it. The second Great Victorian Earthquake was felt only by me, and me alone. Again they shunned me and cast me out, and this time they even went a step further in labelling me delusional (see the pattern there? I wonder if it has anything to do with my normal behaviour). Then the news came out. And now I can laugh at them.

Word of the day: irony

I wish I had a car...and a license

My laptop doesn't seem that heavy, but really, it is. It weighs 2kg, which isnt much, until you put it into your bag with 5kg of books. I walk about 40 mins in total a day with that brick in my bag.

Anyway, I should stop moaning. At least I have one. But sometimes I just wish it wouldn't damage my shoulder so.

On to other news. Uni has been quite good lately, which is strange. I've been keeping mostly on top of my work, haven't upset anyone yet (not that I know of anyway), and not gotten lost once in the past week. And I'm speaking a lot in tutes. It's weird. It's like, I just don't care what people think anymore. I just speak. 

I should get full marks for that part. Not sure about the other parts though. 

Word of the day: optimism

First post from uni

Finally, it rains. So I spent Tuesday night bailing water from the tank in the freezing cold. Hooray for me. And I don't have a cold. Double hooray.

Word of the day: Hooray

I am Harry Potter

Monash is like Hogwarts. You can go there for decades (or, in my case, a year), and still not know all of it's secrets (some would call these secrets "design flaws" - not that I'm cynical or anything).

Case example being: H10. The rooms at the bottom of the Menzies run from H1-H6 from right to left. All very logical. Then after that, things start going crazy. H7 could very well be next to H3. And so on and so forth.

And so it was, that it was just my luck, that my first class on the first day of uni, was in H10. Which was not, as you would expect, next to H9. Or even near H6. After bumping into some other Frenchies, Taij(?) and Trent-the-first-year, we wandered around for a good 15 mins, before I came up with a brilliant deduction/guess. "What if H10 is next to H1???" And so it was. Who knew that the numbers would come back around.

Apart from that, the day passed normally/boringly enough. There were a few surprises, like how the bookshop was already full of people at 10, and how Ben Niles defected from Canberra. But normalcy reigns supreme. Buses are still late, we still hang at the law library, people still don't like Victor, Banh will keep (we hope) making brownies, Meng will always be late even though he lives next to uni, JC will study hard, tutes will be awkward, and the rooms will still be stuffy. 

I hope something comes along to mix things up. In a good way.

Word of the day: repetition

The "Big Game"

The most exciting thing about the "Big Game" last night was me buying a scarf before the match started. In truth, the game wasn't that great, but the goal was very, very sweet. It didn't help that the ref was of the card-happy variety. I thought Adelaide played very well, especially given the circumstances, and certainly better than I expected. But being my first A-League game, it was still quite good.

Dinner with NQT chumps on Thursday night was also quite an experience, as I learnt how to play Mafia.

And if you're wondering why these events are out of chronological order, it's because they're ranked in order of reader-decided popularity. 

Uni tomorrow should be a blast. As I always say (or maybe just recently started saying), it's not as important who you have class with, it's who you have breaks with. And it seems as though millions of my friends have break at the same time as me. Let's go uni '09.