This is probably affected by the fact I just watched a really sad episode of Scrubs. You know the one where Dr. Cox's brother in law dies but you don't realise until the very end? Also, how good is Scrubs? Really good that's how good.
Ummm, so, I had something to say at one point. J.D. is distracting me... Well, I'm really enjoying being back in Melbourne after the brief sojourn home for endless rewatchings of The West Wing, real tea and the chance to get embarrassingly drunk in front of my nearest and dearest and also massively come onto a guy who isn't interested in me. Oh the woe. But we will not segue into the "nobody loves me" ballad because I am here to provide the happy fun times.
So basically I have the best housemates every. Big call I know but I really do love them. I did warn for the shmoop. I just really like living with them. It's probably some kind of delayed sibling thing. I don't know, having not lived with siblings. I just like the talking all the time and the stops for tea and cake. Yesterday night we were all in the living room studying and every once in a while someone would read something out they thought was funny/interesting.
On the topic of study and enjoying the pretend quasi-real life of an arts student I really need to write a damn essay or four. For serious, I have just taken endless notes, downloaded articles, checked out books all I have to do now is, you know, write it. I am crippled by self doubt and, well, laziness and therefore the greater desire to play Sims and constantly refresh facebook. I really should be trying much harder at uni because my marks aren't that great and I will probably want to do honours.
Tune in next time for: reflections for studying the holocaust (or fun times with analysing accounts of mass human brutality).
Wednesday, 2 April 2008
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