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Burnt my chin on the door of the fire place. 

Edit 8:26pm

And now it looks like I have dirt on my chin. 

Fall seven times, stand up eight

NO. IT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. YOU HAVE TO FALL DOWN EIGHT TIMES BEFORE YOU CAN STAND UP EIGHT TIMES. 

Unless I've counted wrong. Or you sat down after you got tired of falling. Or you're counting the initial standing up after you've sat down and then you proceeded to fall down seven times. In which case, carry on. 

I'm sorry if I've offended you by dissing your motivational mantra.

Tonight I shall have a quiet one

This music is melancholy and sad. It doesn't make me think of one person, oddly enough. It brings to mind many.

Econ assignment is largely done, thank god. No more assessments woo. Not that I've had all that many this semester. I should really start studying properly. Shovelled mulch in the morning. That was fun. It actually was.

Warm Pringles taste nice (or "It's hard to type when eating a pear")

Standing in front of the fire place with my Pringles cannister* (apparently spelled wrong? I can't spell) and I withdraw a Pringle and stick my hands behind my back for a little moment to warm them in front of the fire, and when I eat the Pringle I discover that it is warm. Pleasantly so. So I repeated the process a few times, and after thorough research, I have come to the following conclusion: warm Pringles are lovely. The warmth adds something to the flavour that normal, room-temperature Pringles don't have. However, this study has been limited by sample size, and more extensive research is needed.

As I type, I am also battling to consume a pear which, at the moment, is gripped in my teeth. However, it can't stay there for long because saliva is slowly pooling in my mouth and my jaw grows tired. So I have to remove it using one hand...thus meaning that I can only type with the five fingers of my free hand and the pinky of the one holding the pear. However, after a while my pinky grows tired of poking letters and holding down shift, and I feel like I should continue eating, so I just stop and munch as I stare into the fire which is currently burning my face and legs. So, progress is slow, but tasty.

Yes, I do seem to have a preoccupation with food (oops, pear juice on my keyboard). Didn't eat lunch today cause I spent the whole day snacking. Feijoas are also delicious.

...just looked them up on Wikipedia, and apparently you're not meant to eat them when they're beginning to brown because then they're overmature. Oops. Actually, it's on Simple English Wikipedia. What is that pray tell?

So it's week eleven and I haven't really started studying, largely because I have convinced myself that everything is crammable in the week or so before the exam. Don't need to study stats, cause that exam's after I get back from the US (where I will totes be studying amidst all the mad corporate partiez). At least four days after I get back. So I can cram then. And on the plane. Accounting I usually understand, and management I just cannot be bothered with. I did start my summary notes today! What annoys me is that we haven't actually finished the coursework yet, so I always feel like I can't do this properly until I have all my notes in order for all topics. Piano...is. Piano is the way it always is. Love/hate relationship. Actually, more of a love/meh-why-so-hard relationship. Currently sitting in the meh and feeling extremely tired part right now, though it's come together a little bit in the past week or so. Except the scales. I will never make peace with the scales.

Had a really enjoyable dinner last night at uni. Food was lovely, and some lovely, interesting people were there as well. Although standing out in the cold for over an hour greeting guests wasn't ideal, hey, at least it wasn't raining like Monday! Was crossing the road and BOOM thunder and then it started pouring. So no, at least there was no rain last night. I did feel incredibly young though. Even amongst the students. There were four of us who were second years, and one third year, and pretty much everyone else was post-grad. One or two undergrad, not sure what year though. Felt young and inexperienced, but it was still amazing.

The bro also graduated last week. Got to tote camera around for the night, testing out things. Will need another battery. Will need a few things before I leave, including a reminder that I should stick a password on my laptop and make my phone demand PIN every time I unlock it. I'm looking forward to this, and hoping that I don't get sick right before I leave/during the trip. I do have a tendency to get sick. Hopefully won't though.

Haven't actually downloaded the album yet/ripped it off my brother's computer, so I don't actually know the words cause I haven't listened to it properly. But it just sounds sad and yearning and stuff. I do love a good melody. Sung with robotic voices. The guy off One More Time died as well. He had such a great voice. Full of attitude.

Also saw Into The Woods last Saturday. Agony was hilarious, though all in the all the musical was rather odd.

Hard to see the light now

Edit: 11:49pm

EM GAVE ME A THING TO LISTEN TO. 

My heart is dying. Whee. Thanks Em.

Edit: 12:18am
*canister. I finally figured it out.

Just things, largely music-related

Or thing. We were sitting in piano class today, the twenty or so second years that decided to rock up, and professor asks for a show of hands of who practices on an upright, and it was pretty much everyone. I was one of about, five, six people who had regular access to a grand. I'm lucky and I forget that a lot.

However, I am still unmotivated for piano. Sorry to ruin the moment. My sister is playing a duet that I played with Lydia in year eleven, and it's quite nostalgic because it's probably the best fun I've ever had doing an ensemble. Or maybe, the most successful ensemble I've ever been a part of in terms of what I felt I achieved. I owned it. I've never really felt that with orchestras, bands, usually because I'm the bass line pumping out semibreves or a steady stream of quavers. It was a fun piece. We fiddled around with the intro and were afraid that we'd get disapproved so we never played it the performance way in front of our teacher until the actual SAC just in case it surprised him to the point of banning it.

It's a happy memory. For some reason, that particular music class or group doesn't have anything bitter memories. There's nostalgia certainly, but there's no envy of those who still have it. I wish I could get it back because it was fun, but it's not a horribly achy type of desire. It was fun and it was special and intimate.

I am sleepy now and the fire has just burned down to embers, so it's time to say good night.

Fonts

That post title just looks like a really badly conjugated French verb.

The point was that I am currently watching a video of Noel singing Where Did It All Go Wrong? acoustically, and it's meant to be quite a sad, hopeless kind of song, but for some inexplicable reason the creator of the video felt the need to type the lyrics in Comic Sans. Why would you do that? What would possess you to do that? Comic Sans is for primary school poster projects.

Google Docs is also annoying cause it kills formatting. Why does it do that. No, I don't want my bullet points indented at ten different distances from the edge of the page.

I have officially (kind of officially once I move some stuff) cut my part of the OB assignment down to around 1300 words. It was originally 1750. I'm pretty happy.

I should throw away the apple core sitting in the glass next to my computer, and wash said glass. It's been a while since I worked this late. Maybe that's what I need to start doing. Working late again. I used to be a lot better at this. I used to consistently get up at six in the morning, and sleep at eleven, and have longer days with rehearsals and tutoring and the whole she-bang, and not feel this tired. I never took naps until I hit uni. But I am quite tired now so I should probably go sleep. Aaaand it's just ticked over to the next day. Good night.

WOO NEW DAFT PUNK

SHE'S UP ALL NIGHT TIL THE SUUUUUN WE'RE UP ALL NIGHT TO GET SOOOOME

I have procrastinated all morning by setting up Dropbox. However, I did watch a lecture. That I skipped on Tuesday. So no, I haven't done any real work.

Things I do when I walk the dog

- tell her that kicking dirt in an attempt to cover up her business won't work
- clear my throat to let the magpies know I'm close so that they run away and my dog won't chase them that way

I also walk.

Today I saw some guy at uni who had birds on his pants. The other day I saw some dude in a suit on the train. He had cars on his socks.

Update on life

My phone cable is broken. I can't charge my phone. This could prove to be problematic and sad.

Australians have the best passports

Not that I've really had any other type of passport to compare with. But we have kangaroos and wombats and some kind of dragon thing I don't know the name of and people playing cricket and surfboards all in the one document. And I'm pretty sure one of these strange dangly flower things is Sturt's Desert Pea. That is all I learnt from grade five geography. 

Yeah, I got a new passport. It's all shiny and reflective and holographic and new, ready to be stamped into oblivion. My face look inquisitive and frightening. The colour is now a lovely dark navy green black iunno colour instead of just dark blue. It's also funny-smelling. Smells...official. I also get very excited by the fact that everything is written in English and French. I'm actually quite stoked. I like travelling, when I don't feel stupidly tired and am not recovering from chest infections and whatnot, and despite the fact that my blooming social life will take a hit due to me being gone for most of the winter break. But it also means I miss out on a good month of cold weather. Although that in turn means that I miss out on a month of sheltering from such cold weather by roasting myself in front of the fire. 

The last couple of months have been eventful. It has been a strangely happy but unhappy couple of months. Mostly the happy is made all the happier because it disproves the unhappies. I also have a new camera coming in the mail (hopefully), which is just as well cause our little point and shooter which I dropped on New Years has finally decided that it's had enough of my shenanigans. I have kind of studied during the past week, but not really. I studied very hard for one and a half days. I have been on a study break since approximately 4pm on Saturday afternoon, at which point I decided to watch Castle, and I haven't quite gotten back into the motivated studying mindset again. Although doing some study has kind of shown me that I need not worry about it so much cause once I take time out to actually look at stuff, I usually get it. The difficulty is the making myself take the time out to look at stuff when I would much rather just sit and roast in front of the fire. 

We had a picnic on Monday, and that was nice despite the strange weather. I learnt how to make sushi, and although it doesn't taste quite like the ones from the shop, it'll do. It will also save me money because all the vast amounts of learning I do at uni makes me hungry. Also went back to chorals last week, and it was nice to have dinner and sit in the audience. I found that I still miss it very much, but it doesn't hurt quite like it used to, though that will probably come and go. I had a good day yesterday too, and had lunch with some nice people, then chilled at RMIT. It was relaxing, and not anxious-making, which was good. Phone calls about nothing in particular are also good. I also had a haircut, and now I look slightly more like Beckett. I have also recently acquired a lovely long black coat in which I can brood, and it works especially well in the rain.

You’re loved. Your friends are proving it to you all the time in small, cool ways that are not hard for them. They’ve been where you’ve been. They would not offer these things if they didn’t want to do them. Stop looking for evidence that you’re unworthy of this, and stop questioning these acts of kindness. Maybe your little turd-heart doesn’t deserve this love. Tough shit. You’re loved anyway. Deal with it. Let your friends feed you, and when you can in whatever way you can, feed them back.

So said Captain Awkward.

Pooh knows my feels. I don't feel quite here, but it'll pass. I'm not a big fan of tea and honey, but hugs or a voice down the line usually helps. Just something real and concrete. Uni is getting better, I think. I have friends I speak to in my classes, I have new friends I actually meet up with in breaks, and outside of uni. It's become less lonely, and more of something that I can think of as mine I guess. I don't deal well with change and transition, but I'm starting to deal better with this. Though I still try to login to uni computers with my high school username. Four years have ingrained the habit in me of typing hua0019. Thing is, I used high school computers a lot more than I do uni ones, so my fingers just go. It's kind of amusingly nostalgic. The weather's also changing, The cold's coming back (though apparently the heat will also return soon), and it makes me remember things from the same time last year. 

I should go practice my scales and learn my piece, but I feel like doing nothing. It's quite horrible. I should probably also study for that mid-semester test I have, and do that tute work that I need done before Monday. Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

Justin Timberlake also released music and it's wonderful. His voice. And the boy band dancing. And the...Timberland production...which hasn't changed since the first album. The video is also very creepy, but his hair and coat are very cool. If he has a gig, I wish to be there. 

Show me how to fight the now and I'll you baby it was easy coming back into you once I figured it out: you were right here all along.