January 2012
3 posts
Oh potholes, how I do not miss thee.
So, the journey to get here has not been easy. At all. My transcript clearly shows that there is a tale to tell, thus everyone who sees it looks up at me puzzled, and asks for the story.
It isn’t particularly new and perhaps not even particularly interesting. It is about a girl who was happy and loved without having to think about it. Take said girl out of sparkly bubble, place in an alien...
I never really liked musical chairs....
Such a stressful game for children. Everyone has a different strategy, going faster or going slower and of course this involves constantly bumping into each other. Why was overtaking not allowed?!?
Reason to be an adult #3 (Its a short list) You get to avoid music chairs and similar annoying games. Except when searching for a supervisor at the department of psychology. Seriously guys? I detect...
Plunging in....
I have the writing bug again! I suspect it bit me because I updated google reader and began to systematically follow my favourite blogs again. Briefly visited my earlier blog and its full of spam comments?! What is with that?
The craziness began on the road.
So I’m in the car, being driven back from Melbourne. Phone rings, honours supervisor’s number comes up.
Panic attack.
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