Actually, I didn’t find that thing but I’m feeling better anyway. As usual I was feeling mightily depressed about uni stuff, but now I’ve decided that I’m just going to run with the whole Full Metal Jacket philosophy, which I won’t reprint here because it has a swear word in it. And yes, I may sing the Mickey Mouse song.

It’s a bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad day.

Currently looking for the thing that’s going to make tomorrow a better day. I’ll let you know if I find it.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=17128&page=1&id=574639271

If this gets you nothing, look up my profile / Rina’s.

Uh. Tired. Quite tired. That was some going-away party.

Stuff I remember:
Singing the 80s TV themes with Sam. Wassat his name? :\
Flouro-clad pub crawlers
That dude who everyone thought looked like Hitler but actually he didn’t
Shelley piking
Rina losing her money & phone
Being packed in like sardines on the bus ride home

that last one I would prefer not to remember. Sorry Rina! She was the shortest of all, and therefore the most easily compressed/crushed/pulverised. Eek.

It seems like this happens to everyone. The final stages of your Ph.D. are meant to be about as enjoyable as being stabbed repeatedly in the eye with a rusty spork. I think everyone has slightly different problems, but there’s no doubting that nearing the deadline brings out the crazies. For me, it’s the actual writing part of it. Putting together a sentence that makes sense. I know that sounds simple, but I swear it isn’t. I’m not illiterate. Or maybe I am - the other thing is I don’t know whether I completely suck or whether there’s some hope. I show my work to my supervisor and it has the same amount of scribbles on it that it always has (which to my mind implies that it’s actually getting worse) but I must have learned something over the last 3 years. There’s no way to tell.

Long story short, completion sucks. I just wish it was over already.

Not feeeelin well today. Actually not feelin well ever since James and I had beers at the Surry Hills yesteday. I think they put something in the beer that turns you into an old man and makes you spend your afternoons betting on horses. Ugh.

At least we got to see Chris Abrahams play a cool solo piano show. It was very minimalist. It sort of went “rumble rumble rumble,” then about 20 minutes later it started going “jangle jangle jangle,” then there was some “wwwwwwaaaarrrrrrrrrrr” for about ten minutes and then the most excellent “pingedypingedy” bit at the end. Good times.

http://icanhascheezburger.com/

So they said sorry about that whole stolen generation issue. Better late than never, you know? But I’m perhaps more impressed by the fact that, for the first time in as long as I can remember, the government did something that couldn’t be placed in any of the following categories:

a) economic management
b) kissing US butt
c) scaring us about immigration and terrorism

Strange, huh?

http://www.robertburns.org/works/333.shtml

Found while reading The Book Of Ratings. I feel sorry for the Scottish poetry enthusiasts who have tried to google this one…

Now, since there are only four people or so who actually want to come, and we have had the worst possible time trying to get together in the past, I’m willing to be flexible about the time and place. How about drinks and maybe dinner at the Strawberry Hills Hotel? How about the 22nd or the 29th?

Of course, you will all be required to dress up. As shrimp. Anyone not dressed as shrimp will be given noogies.

UPDATE: Looks like the 23rd is the go. If you have issues with that, feel free to whine in the comments. If not, see you at the Strawberry Hills around 7:30.