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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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

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andrew hanson is my lover.

This week, i have more than i probably have ever had in my life to get done. Psychology I.P, Sociology I.P AND an English Writing major writing project must all be completed or at least shamefully drafted before the holidays. A side note: 'holidays' is a phrase which here means 'designated two weeks of school at home'. Anyway. AHHHHEEEEP >:(. Writing is getting me more than anything. Usually, the pieces I love are written in one sitting, they flow, they are perfectly imperfect. My major project is, to be frank, a sodding piece of shit. I actually have to sit down and MAKE myself write - something that ends in to much telling and not enough showing, far to many calories and not enough punctuation. Bloody hell. Clearly I've got my schedule worked out - I've spent the night eating Burger Got Soul (somewhat comparable to the best orgasm you've ever experienced), wandering around K-Mart and buying strawberry Up & Go's. Currently I'm settled in bed, watching the Chaser and eating Cadbury Roses. In this instance, I am using the insightful philosophy that seems to ooze out of every Australian: 'she'll be right!'. Because really, she will be right. Whoever she is.