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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!

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 >>

well, that was nice.

casually finished thirteen years of schooling two days ago. a good night of celebrating definately ensued, including ping pong, icecream-in-toasters, pointless wandering through youngtown and a ceremonial burning of the tqa examination guide.

and now...errrr well. i've got a job for the summer. and i need one for next year. which worries me somewhat. but i refuse - UTTERLY REFUSE - to enroll at UTAS. it's not happening, i won't happen, IT AIN'T EVER GOING TO HAPPEN.

buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut for now, i'm trying not to stress to much. my whole life so far has been spent in school - i'm in no rush to jump in again. even if i end up there in another year, two years - i'll get there. my short term plans, for the summer, include:

- The purchasing of a Nintendo 64. This will hopefully be done today!

- The attending of Falls! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN.

- SUCEEDING at vegetarianism.

- Getting accepted at University of Melbourne, and deferring.

- Become fitter. Enjoy outdoors. Haaaa.

- Teach myself guitar. Poor little fella has been sitting in my room since BC times.

- Find another hobby. POTTERY?

- Work on this whole learning to drive business.


today i think i'll clean my room and dig up my old books, VHS tapes and gameboy colour. perhaps with several handfuls of allens party mix.

moving up and holding on.

This week, I have to officially narrow my choices for what I want to do with the rest of my life from 389423984823489 options to a preference list of about ten. This is terrifying. It hasn't really sunk in that next year, I won't be returning to 'school', per say. Classroom settings, loud mouthed girls who don't appear to be enrolled in any classes, quirky teachers, crappy libraries and impossible photo copiers will be a thing of the past. Instead, I shall welcome scary professors, large rooms filled with blank faces, sophisticated libraries and photo copiers with ten times the impossibility. Or, a year of grocery scanning loveliness. Either way, I'm moving up, moving on and hopefully, in 2012, moving out - to the big smoke! Melbourne, that is. Keeeeeen. Somehow, not scared. Probably because I am still in disbelief that my school life is actually coming to an end - and my actual life is about to begin.

ps. Mid year exams were death and should be outlawed...three months before end of years, come on. Just sayin'.