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elvenpirateladyI debated with myself about putting this under a cut. Not because it's anything particularly personal or distressing (I hope...), but because the cut means it can be safely ignored when people want to read more interesting posts. But then again, would curiousity prompt readers to click on the link anyway? And would they then be disappointed that there wasn't anything world-shattering under the cut?
You've made it this far, sirrah. Any boredom suffered is entirely your own fault. I warned you, I dids. :D
Bah. Today was a day of surpassing ordinariness, in that it wasn't incredibly bad, just not incredibly... good. Early start, lectures starting late, lots of note-taking that resulted in handcramps, another lecture being interrupted to do surveys.
Archaeology lecturer: And thus we can see from this picture that the Minoans are made of awesome-
Surveyor: Here, let me interrupt for you.
Survey: Blah di blah, stuff about what the course is teaching us...
El: Course? Love. Survey that takes away time from the Minoans? DIE.
Uni life is becoming a bit eh-ish, really. I am enjoying it, mostly. But some bits are really quite annoying. I'm getting sick of the 40-min bus ride each way, and whoever builds a train line from the Belgrave/Lilydale lines to Monash will win my undying love. I hate the way that I can never tell how long the trip will take, because of traffic and where the bus stops on any given day. I hate how I can't read on it, but I'd be sick if I did. As for subjects, Classics has become a chore since the good teacher left, and I loathed Stats from day one. (I realised that far from an abbreviation of 'statistics', Stats in fact stands for Sadistic, Torturous And Time-wasting Subject.) Archaeology is fun, but I don't see how I can use it in the real world. And Geoscience is good, but I'm now hopelessly lost in all the rock names. I can, however, state with total certain that we are all sediments, and also forces of erosion. There's your fact for the day. :D
I'm also annoyed about clubs and such. Volunteering at Wholefoods is great, although I'm going to permanently scared by the coffee machines (physically and psychologically, steam is a scary thing...), but all the others are not so good. I don't go to the Fellowship of Middle-earth (FOME) meetings because I have a Geos. lecture then, and the notes online are not very good. I haven't heard much from the others... and I was disappointed during O-week after finding out that all the orchestras and choirs begin rehearsing around 6pm and end at 9pm. *sigh* I also have projects due for three of my four subjects in the next two weeks, which is not improving my mood. :(
However, though I may rail at these woes of mine, they pale in the beauty of the John Medley Library... [insert reverent pause here]... because it's finally opened. Finally, books that aren't non-fiction! I loff it very much. And I was justified in buying the community card.
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Thus uni ends on a happy note for today... on to other things, then. Perhaps I should have made separate posts and fixed the dates so that they're not all in one huge thing, but too late.
My uncle and his family came to Melbourne for a couple of days, bringing my new three-month-old cousin with them. We went to see them, and he's gorgeous. Their little girl is gorgeous as well, but it's the first time I saw the baby. I realised that their children were following the same pattern as my brother and me (older girl, younger boy, about 2.5 years apart). Well, it works for us, and I hope it works for them. Anyway... the kids were gorgeous, as I've said. I held the baby a couple of times, and managed to make him laugh. (Peek-a-boo has never let me down. Every single baby I've tried it on loves it. :D) I noticed that babies are very warm and heavy, like cats, and they breathe a lot faster than adults. But seeing their parents made me realise what a big job being a mother is. Honestly... besides looking after yourself, you have another human dependent on you for food, warmth, comfort, washing, entertainment, all the time. (For five years or so, at least. Then we begin to be independent, I guess.) Babies are lovely, but I can't imagine ever having one myself. Not in the forseeable future, at least.
And the Melbourne Comedy Festival is over for another year, alas. :( I went to see Dave O'Doherty last night. He did stand up and some songs with his miniature keyboards, and it was entertaining. I liked the moral about buying things from E-bay and then wondering why you bought them when they actually arrived. And the song about very mild super-powers. I also saw Tripod and The Four Noels. Tripod was good, but I've liked other shows that they did more. They seemed to be lacking energy this year. That said, the five-minute long 'addicted to heroin' pictogram took hilarious to a whole new level. It basically went like this:
Yon: John and Betty were country singers. But John was... addicted to heroin. So Betty became... addicted to heroin, and John was no longer... addicted to heroin. But there was a problem. Betty was now... addicted to heroin, so John became... addicted to heroin... (Etc, etc, etc. Betty's parents got involved, and their dog did too in the end.)
Afterwards: 'Yon, do you know anything about drugs?'
Four Noels were good too. A theatre comedy set in the African jungle, with Englishmen and women, Germans, apes, zombies, a Hindu shop-keeper and a clingy Fuhrer. Lovely stuff.
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In fandom news...
Dear ABC,
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GIVE ME DOCTOR WHO ALREADY.
Yours, (impatiently), El.
Other fandom news: I have ideas for all of my remaining50lyricsfanficprompts, save one. Which one? You can guess. Unfortunately, none of them have presented themselves as easily writeable right now, and some will need to be planned. Ah, for the days when a drabble could be drabbled and then posted without so much as a quick re-read... *cough* I also have other plotbunnies. I'm surprised that I can still walk around with all of them attached to my legs. Besides all the challenge bunnies, I have another Turin bunny which won't fit into any prompt, two Den/Fin bunnies, and bunnies about Thingol, Melian and the Feanorians. And I find myself with Eomer/Lothiriel bunnies. And to top it all off, I have two monstrous were-rabbits, one which puts ideas about OCs in Gondolin in my head, and the other about Thranduil's family in Mirkwood. I don't see myself writing those two very soon, but they keep hanging on. Perhaps one day. And I would love to start my own PPC spinoff, but I'm sensible enough not to run with that idea until I have more time on my hands.
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Mmph. Tired. I'll either go and read more Robin Hobb (praise be unto you, John Medley Library...) or plan/draft fics. Dangit, why don't I ever draft or plan essays?*
Adios, amigos.
*Because that takes up too much valuable time, especially two hours before the thing itself is due. :P
Bah. Today was a day of surpassing ordinariness, in that it wasn't incredibly bad, just not incredibly... good. Early start, lectures starting late, lots of note-taking that resulted in handcramps, another lecture being interrupted to do surveys.
Archaeology lecturer: And thus we can see from this picture that the Minoans are made of awesome-
Surveyor: Here, let me interrupt for you.
Survey: Blah di blah, stuff about what the course is teaching us...
El: Course? Love. Survey that takes away time from the Minoans? DIE.
Uni life is becoming a bit eh-ish, really. I am enjoying it, mostly. But some bits are really quite annoying. I'm getting sick of the 40-min bus ride each way, and whoever builds a train line from the Belgrave/Lilydale lines to Monash will win my undying love. I hate the way that I can never tell how long the trip will take, because of traffic and where the bus stops on any given day. I hate how I can't read on it, but I'd be sick if I did. As for subjects, Classics has become a chore since the good teacher left, and I loathed Stats from day one. (I realised that far from an abbreviation of 'statistics', Stats in fact stands for Sadistic, Torturous And Time-wasting Subject.) Archaeology is fun, but I don't see how I can use it in the real world. And Geoscience is good, but I'm now hopelessly lost in all the rock names. I can, however, state with total certain that we are all sediments, and also forces of erosion. There's your fact for the day. :D
I'm also annoyed about clubs and such. Volunteering at Wholefoods is great, although I'm going to permanently scared by the coffee machines (physically and psychologically, steam is a scary thing...), but all the others are not so good. I don't go to the Fellowship of Middle-earth (FOME) meetings because I have a Geos. lecture then, and the notes online are not very good. I haven't heard much from the others... and I was disappointed during O-week after finding out that all the orchestras and choirs begin rehearsing around 6pm and end at 9pm. *sigh* I also have projects due for three of my four subjects in the next two weeks, which is not improving my mood. :(
However, though I may rail at these woes of mine, they pale in the beauty of the John Medley Library... [insert reverent pause here]... because it's finally opened. Finally, books that aren't non-fiction! I loff it very much. And I was justified in buying the community card.
---------------
Thus uni ends on a happy note for today... on to other things, then. Perhaps I should have made separate posts and fixed the dates so that they're not all in one huge thing, but too late.
My uncle and his family came to Melbourne for a couple of days, bringing my new three-month-old cousin with them. We went to see them, and he's gorgeous. Their little girl is gorgeous as well, but it's the first time I saw the baby. I realised that their children were following the same pattern as my brother and me (older girl, younger boy, about 2.5 years apart). Well, it works for us, and I hope it works for them. Anyway... the kids were gorgeous, as I've said. I held the baby a couple of times, and managed to make him laugh. (Peek-a-boo has never let me down. Every single baby I've tried it on loves it. :D) I noticed that babies are very warm and heavy, like cats, and they breathe a lot faster than adults. But seeing their parents made me realise what a big job being a mother is. Honestly... besides looking after yourself, you have another human dependent on you for food, warmth, comfort, washing, entertainment, all the time. (For five years or so, at least. Then we begin to be independent, I guess.) Babies are lovely, but I can't imagine ever having one myself. Not in the forseeable future, at least.
And the Melbourne Comedy Festival is over for another year, alas. :( I went to see Dave O'Doherty last night. He did stand up and some songs with his miniature keyboards, and it was entertaining. I liked the moral about buying things from E-bay and then wondering why you bought them when they actually arrived. And the song about very mild super-powers. I also saw Tripod and The Four Noels. Tripod was good, but I've liked other shows that they did more. They seemed to be lacking energy this year. That said, the five-minute long 'addicted to heroin' pictogram took hilarious to a whole new level. It basically went like this:
Yon: John and Betty were country singers. But John was... addicted to heroin. So Betty became... addicted to heroin, and John was no longer... addicted to heroin. But there was a problem. Betty was now... addicted to heroin, so John became... addicted to heroin... (Etc, etc, etc. Betty's parents got involved, and their dog did too in the end.)
Afterwards: 'Yon, do you know anything about drugs?'
Four Noels were good too. A theatre comedy set in the African jungle, with Englishmen and women, Germans, apes, zombies, a Hindu shop-keeper and a clingy Fuhrer. Lovely stuff.
-------
In fandom news...
Dear ABC,
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GIVE ME DOCTOR WHO ALREADY.
Yours, (impatiently), El.
Other fandom news: I have ideas for all of my remaining
50lyricsfanficprompts, save one. Which one? You can guess. Unfortunately, none of them have presented themselves as easily writeable right now, and some will need to be planned. Ah, for the days when a drabble could be drabbled and then posted without so much as a quick re-read... *cough* I also have other plotbunnies. I'm surprised that I can still walk around with all of them attached to my legs. Besides all the challenge bunnies, I have another Turin bunny which won't fit into any prompt, two Den/Fin bunnies, and bunnies about Thingol, Melian and the Feanorians. And I find myself with Eomer/Lothiriel bunnies. And to top it all off, I have two monstrous were-rabbits, one which puts ideas about OCs in Gondolin in my head, and the other about Thranduil's family in Mirkwood. I don't see myself writing those two very soon, but they keep hanging on. Perhaps one day. And I would love to start my own PPC spinoff, but I'm sensible enough not to run with that idea until I have more time on my hands.-----
Mmph. Tired. I'll either go and read more Robin Hobb (praise be unto you, John Medley Library...) or plan/draft fics. Dangit, why don't I ever draft or plan essays?*
Adios, amigos.
*Because that takes up too much valuable time, especially two hours before the thing itself is due. :P
