now arriving at sugar station.

Exams are in heat and all I can think about is everything not to do with them, mostly my plans for semester break, which will consist of selling pancakes, engineering the perfect no-bake slice, purchasing a Nintendo 64, living at dirty cultured markets and failing exercise plans. Also, a trip to Tasmania to see some favourites just might be a go-er as well. Of course, I have been studying real hard:

And I've been looking after myself, too. Eating well. Erm:

... The last one is a depiction at the lengths I go to for something slightly resembling the flavour of chocolate. In this case, chocolate porridge. Oats, milk, cocoa, cinnamon, vanilla essence, brown sugar. It was actually incredible, try it!

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One day, I'll actually post blogs regularly. I'm going to be really organized too, I'll have this planner, and whenever people ask me if I'm free I'll flick it out with an air of 'Oh, just flippin' out ma planner. NO BIGGIE.' I'll schedule people into my life and I'll feel really important and poised and classy everything. It'll be great. Unfortuantly, I am none of those things, especially the latter. I find this jelly slice I made today particularly illustrative of myself:


Unashamedly indulgent, imperfect and gelatinous (?).

The big smoke hasn't killed me yet, but it just might soon. I have learnt some valuable lessons in my short time as a city slicker:

- Quite frequently, a strange man may sniff your hair or point at you continuously. Others may not appear to be as alarmed at you, so do not make a scene or you will be the strange one.

- The veggie burgers might be free, but this does not mean you should eat several.

- Poutine* is the world's greatest creation and my life was clearly a lie prior to not knowing about it.

- Jeggins are an endangered species.

- Sometimes it will take you far less time walking to your destination than catching a tram.

- Never, EVER engage someone from the 'Socialist Alliance' into conversation.

Valuable information right there. My essay is dying, so I must go tend to it. I murdered it with the first 17 episodes of Glee Season 2. I figure if they've already been shown on TV, I've saved all this time not watching them so therefore I can spend those saved hours now!

OH AND ANGRY BOYS.....<3, enough said. Chris Lilley, come to me!

*Poutine is hot chips, covered in melted cheese and then topped with gravy. I'll upload a picture next time I consume some. A must try for chips and gravy lovers, I guarantee you will not be let down!

jus makin' a post bout hawt boiiz

I think I somehow bypassed the whole 'oh my god i like boys i need to wallpaper my room with Ashton Kutcher to prove it' stage. In saying this, among the beautiful years of mid-teen angst I did have a huge poster of Freddy Mercury adorning/covering my wall....Freud's probably spewing, most likely I've messed up this huge step in sexual development by favoring a queer (but brilliant) performer over a pouty i-never-wear-shirts-because-its-to-hot-oh-shit-thats-just-me hetrosexual male bimbo. I've never had a celebrity crush (just Julia Stone, even though I'm straight, I am gay for her, I really am). I don't read trashy magazines and Robert Patterson can just get out of my life. I've also never made 'a list'. You know, like in primary school, girls would make 'who's hot, who's not' lists. So, I thought I'd gain an approving nod from the ghost of Dr. Freud and do just this. I'm making a list. Don't judge me, either, I'm new to this!

TOP SEVEN LYK TTLY HAWTEST BOIZ BY MOLLY LOVATT

1. Dave Hosking - You define the first part of your bands title. You are a boy. And a damn cute one.

2. Colin Firth - WHAT OF IT. He's totally a character from Jane Austen in real life and no body can convince me otherwise.

3. That guy who plays 'Mr Coolson/Sam' from Never Been Kissed - Awkward, funny, likes Shakespeare. Best date advert if I ever saw one.

4. That guy that wears suit jacket and lace up shoes and Uni that Alex and I see everywhere and admire - PLEASE NEVER STOP BEING YOU. YOU ARE AMAZING. I LOVE YOU (?)

5. Tom Yorke - No man, YOU'RE so f*cking special. I wish I was special.

6. The movie 'Chocolat' - Yeah well, it counts. It's a very sexually attractive movie, alright!

7. Josh Thomas - Please, just learn to sit still on your seat. I get tired watching you on TBYG. Actually don't, it's terribly adorable and I'd like to marry you. Pity you want the same of your boyfriend...

8. - I just had to add an extra number for Julia Stone - she's neither a man, number eight or just a sexual attraction. She's number one and it's definately love.

I AM SO EXCITED.

Saturday; the seventh and last day of the week, observed as the Sabbath by Jews and some Christians; the day Molly moves; the day life begins for said girl.

I AM SO EXCITED!


On Saturday, I will most definately be a Melbournite and definately not be a Launcestonion. I will be a dirty Arts student, be living off Centrelink payments and eating lots of Mi Goreng. Come April, I will be living on SPENCER STREET, with a cute balcony that I can hang a cute piece of string across with cute laundry drying on it. I can have a cute herb garden and write cute haikus about my cute life. Alternativley, I will be starving and miserable, but the glass is definately half full at the moment. There's also O Camp to look forward to before O Week, which I am extremely keen to attend, catching up with some good people I met a few weeks ago whilst in the Big Smoke.

I am also very excited for PRE-UNIVERSITY SHOPPING! So far my list comprises: a Mac laptop...and a Keep Cup. That's def all a University student needs?

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Sometimes, you just need to stop being human. Humans are afraid of everything they don't know about, their unsure about. Last week I decided not to be human. Recieving my offer for University of Melbourne, I made a slightly psychotic decision to move interstate mid Feb, somehow convinced it was possible. I don't know if it's possible. But it's happening, it's something, and it's exciting.

It's exciting moving. I feel so big. Finally requested my OWN medicare card and bought my OWN very sophisticated filing system. It was a poignant, momentous moment for me. No more section labelled 'Molly' in Mum's ancient family airloom; The File. On an equally significant note, (I take homewares VERY seriously), Sam and I went plate-bowl-cup-cutlery shopping yesterday. Square white plates make EVERYTHING look tasty, so I figure if we're stuck eating baked beans for a week, it'll all be okay, so of course we bought a huge dinnerware set with about eight of them. I've included some comparative pictures of plates for you to get the idea. I'm pretty passionate. We also got some amazing, gross 70's style coloured loose dinnerware for $2 each at Harris Scarf....very. successful. day.

THIS ^^

VERSUS

THIS >>

smile at me. please.

Today, I came to the conclusion (for about the squillionth time) that my not-too-distant-furture is non existent. Sure, I've applied for university. How I'm getting there if I've got a place is BEYOND me. I hardly have a job, and am unskilled, unfit and also have really unnatractive regrowth. Plus I fancy lying on the couch reading trashy chic lit and shoving plastic-cheese-and-vegemite-on-english-muffins into my mouth far too much. Days have begun blurring into one another, laughing at me as one dawns into the next, with just as little to offer as it's younger brother. I end up slumped on the couch, watching mid-life-crisis/post menopausal television shows such as The Circle and contemplating whether to just pack it in, change my name to Darleen/Rocheen/Marleen and serve Chicko Rolls to my husband named Wayne/Dwayne/Dayne while screaming to our kids, Darren and Karen, to shut ya mouth an' git ya mother a bloody smoke!'

Pushing the 'oh god i'm a complete and utter bogan failure' thoughts far from my head, I tried to cheer myself up today, by wearing cute outfits like this:

NB: Above ensemble did include turquoise explorer socks, not displayed in photo.

...and baking things with my sister, who I am currently living life through in a psychotic attempt to deny growing up:

(it's caramel mudcake, with a chocolate ganache. no darleen ever baked THAT! HA!)

death by chocolate.

Exam results have come, Christmas has passed and the New Year has arrived, complete with already-broken-resolutions. Mine, with part stolen from Stephen Briggs, includes:

- never, ever go to Mcdonalds ever again.

- achieve some form of fitness.

- grow through the ceiling.

- be nice. seriously, be NICE.

....original, obviously. Spent an amazing New Years eve at the Marion Bay Falls Festival with some incredible people and incredible music. Boy and Bear, were definately up there on my "To Marry" list, along with A & J Stone and Joan Jett. We had a fantastic camping neighbour too, known to us only as 'Aquaman'. He nicknamed us as well, mine was quite rightly 'Meldrum'. OH, and the Bedroom Philosopher was brilliant also. I arrived home sun burned, sun stroked, and sun maimed, feeling incredibly untalented.

The other day I found my old 'Pyjama Sam - Thunder and Lightning Ain't So Frightning' computer game. Spent a good few hours playing it, which culminated into another good few hours wallowing in nostalgia, contemplating the rest of the Humungous Entertainment games; Putt Putt, Spy Fox and Fatty Bear amongst them. It might be due to finally completing grade school, but this isn't a one off case. The same thing definately happened when I resurrected my childhoood book collection: Hello there Paul Jennings, Judy Blume, Andy Griffiths and Enid Blyton. Escaping into adventures with the Naughtiest Girl In School and Singenpoo sparked memories of Mr. Chum Chums the Tree, Spaghetti-and-Sausages-in-a-Can and watching "Matilda" several times a day.

Touching back down to dear-lord-im-almost-an-adult-kill-me-now world, all that awaits me now is University offers. Fingers crossed for one from Uni of Melbourne!