Alrighty then...
So.
Queensland is under water due to flash flooding with Townesville having crocodiles swimming through the streets. Sydney is dealing with a ridiculous heatwave (looking at 43 degrees C again on Thursday with the temperature rising later in the week). Victoria is being burned to ashes with bushfires. I also understand that it recently snowed somewhere along the east coast, too.
You want an example of a land of contrasts? This is it.
Today I called up the CCE (Centre for Continuing Education...Or something) to enquire about a transfer from my Psychology course because I was informed yesterday that I would not be able to do an Arts degree (provided that some university takes me, that is) because that particular course wouldn't help me any. Fuck. So I spoke to this nice woman about what I should do and she directed me to email the CCE with the details of the course I was enrolled to do and the course I want to transfer to. There should be no issues. So, I emailed them and am waiting for a response.
I will instead (hopefully) be doing an English Literature course. This might make me eligible to do an Arts degree. Arts (Languages) is what I'm sort of shooting for, I think...Though that'll probably change about a billion times between now and then. The English thing is good because, although I'll whinge about doing Wuthering Heights and the Rime of the Ancient Mariner (600+ lines of pain), I am passionate about this subject and am, in fact, quite good at it. Save for the fact that I can't write an essay to save my life (when would it?) and have never been able to. I hope that'll change. The downside is that I have already studied the two above texts, as well as Macbeth...Twice. The other downside to this course is that it is on Mondays after work and the Psych one was on Saturday mornings - from that standpoint, I'd have preferred the Psychology course, but I believe that the English Lit. course will (maybe, I hope) afford me more opportunities.
I am, however, rather (just quietly) looking forward to looking at Waiting for Godot. I've never read the play before (although I know what it's about) and can't wait. Heh, despite the fact that I'm not an actor/comedian at all, I've always sort of wanted to do a sketch based on Godot, where someone is trying to occupy themselves whilst waiting for a bus...Hugh Laurie's song Where is the Lid may or may not feature in said sketch - it's relevant, though, so don't worry. Please don't ask.
Ugh. Anyway. Got that information night thingummy tomorrow night after work (makes for a long day) at the Faculty of Nursing (I suppose they just looked for an empty room, lol). A little nervous, to be honest, even though it's not really going to involve much more than listening on my part.
Got an email from my ex (the first one) today wanting to know if I wanted to go for coffee so she could return some books of mine...Even though she's had them for the past three years. The demeanour was...Chill, I suppose, but to be expected. So, I will be meeting her on Feb 22nd - I hope I don't die. Or freak right the fuck out.
I've just read over this thing and I have to apologise for two things:
1) It's a little more epic/saga-like than my usual nonsense posts. And it's a bit boring.
2) I've used parentheses to death. I do like them, but this is overkill. My bad.
Just heard that London has had a snowstorm of astronomical proportions. 20 years, apparently, it's been since they've seen snow like this. So that's what Mr. Fry was talking about on his Twitter. I've become a stalker.
So, that's about it for me. It's a quarter past eleven and I ought to be in bed. Not that that means much.
Stopping now...
P.S. I'm so pissed that I missed the first episode of Lie To Me today. So long as I don't miss the double eps of House tomorrow, all will be well.
P.P.S. Now I'm going.
Queensland is under water due to flash flooding with Townesville having crocodiles swimming through the streets. Sydney is dealing with a ridiculous heatwave (looking at 43 degrees C again on Thursday with the temperature rising later in the week). Victoria is being burned to ashes with bushfires. I also understand that it recently snowed somewhere along the east coast, too.
You want an example of a land of contrasts? This is it.
Today I called up the CCE (Centre for Continuing Education...Or something) to enquire about a transfer from my Psychology course because I was informed yesterday that I would not be able to do an Arts degree (provided that some university takes me, that is) because that particular course wouldn't help me any. Fuck. So I spoke to this nice woman about what I should do and she directed me to email the CCE with the details of the course I was enrolled to do and the course I want to transfer to. There should be no issues. So, I emailed them and am waiting for a response.
I will instead (hopefully) be doing an English Literature course. This might make me eligible to do an Arts degree. Arts (Languages) is what I'm sort of shooting for, I think...Though that'll probably change about a billion times between now and then. The English thing is good because, although I'll whinge about doing Wuthering Heights and the Rime of the Ancient Mariner (600+ lines of pain), I am passionate about this subject and am, in fact, quite good at it. Save for the fact that I can't write an essay to save my life (when would it?) and have never been able to. I hope that'll change. The downside is that I have already studied the two above texts, as well as Macbeth...Twice. The other downside to this course is that it is on Mondays after work and the Psych one was on Saturday mornings - from that standpoint, I'd have preferred the Psychology course, but I believe that the English Lit. course will (maybe, I hope) afford me more opportunities.
I am, however, rather (just quietly) looking forward to looking at Waiting for Godot. I've never read the play before (although I know what it's about) and can't wait. Heh, despite the fact that I'm not an actor/comedian at all, I've always sort of wanted to do a sketch based on Godot, where someone is trying to occupy themselves whilst waiting for a bus...Hugh Laurie's song Where is the Lid may or may not feature in said sketch - it's relevant, though, so don't worry. Please don't ask.
Ugh. Anyway. Got that information night thingummy tomorrow night after work (makes for a long day) at the Faculty of Nursing (I suppose they just looked for an empty room, lol). A little nervous, to be honest, even though it's not really going to involve much more than listening on my part.
Got an email from my ex (the first one) today wanting to know if I wanted to go for coffee so she could return some books of mine...Even though she's had them for the past three years. The demeanour was...Chill, I suppose, but to be expected. So, I will be meeting her on Feb 22nd - I hope I don't die. Or freak right the fuck out.
I've just read over this thing and I have to apologise for two things:
1) It's a little more epic/saga-like than my usual nonsense posts. And it's a bit boring.
2) I've used parentheses to death. I do like them, but this is overkill. My bad.
Just heard that London has had a snowstorm of astronomical proportions. 20 years, apparently, it's been since they've seen snow like this. So that's what Mr. Fry was talking about on his Twitter. I've become a stalker.
So, that's about it for me. It's a quarter past eleven and I ought to be in bed. Not that that means much.
Stopping now...
P.S. I'm so pissed that I missed the first episode of Lie To Me today. So long as I don't miss the double eps of House tomorrow, all will be well.
P.P.S. Now I'm going.