11 days in a minute and a half

Something I learnt today: Dean's in Hobart
Something that made me laugh today: Linda bursting onto our plans....

Well, it's been an actionpacked few weeks and as such I haven't had a chance to update my dear diary.

I've just learnt, as mentioned, that my physics buddy from uni who used to study optom has *finally* gotten into med and somewhat randomly moved to Tasmania. That's a little bit disappointing. But hey, congrats to him.

So I was chatting online to my mate from the Sparrows the other day and he's informed me that I have to come see them live again at my earliest convenience because I have to see the new drummer. My response....is it Brett?

The answer...how'd you know that?

At which point I started leaping with joy around the room. I was, of course, refering to Brett Wolfenden, the ex-drummer of another of my fave bands, the Pictures.

I should also point out, that on the same day I heard the new Cat Empire single, Sly, and learnt that it was the song from when I saw them live that I've been trying to download for months. The morning was musically exciting for me. The day was fairly dull after that from memory.

Since then I've had all my nasty assessment at uni, tests and exams and that bloody 2400 word report on a bacterial strain (so over it) that I sat down in front of the computer for 12 hours in order to write.

I went out to Weribee for the Small Animals Appreciation Society's Cocktail, Mocktail and Karaoke night. Jo, Gem and I rocked up late and missed the only speaker we really desired to hear, got pissed, broke a martini glass, scared every single person in South Melbourne Coles and donated a blue sparkly hat to some random person parked at the vet college. Hope they enjoyed it.

Other than report writing, I spent the weekend drinking to toast the farewell of Brett Cooper. Saturday night at an Irish pub drinking Russian vodka watching Costa Rican poker. Then Anzac day at Spratty's swearing at the football, drinking more vodka and counting the "ankles." The award, in my mind, goes to the double ankle when one girl at the gathering was attempting to crack onto two brothers simultaneously. Good work.

That night carried back to my sisters house. She drove me and Brett on a quest for more booze that initially resulted in a chocolate cake. Brett and I sat up watching movies with a bottle of bitch fizz in one hand, a fork in the other and a chocolate cake between us. Then I slept on the couch and said good bye to him in the morning having missed yet another lecture on streptococcus pyogenes. Shame.

Two Brothers

Something I learnt today: Shane is Shallow Indeed
Something that made me laugh today: Tara can send free MMS right now.

Tara just got bored. She MMSed me 9 or so times. The most random of photos. Friends, buildings at uni, me with my eyes closed. Worth a laugh though. I got them all in the space of 2 minutes ad now my cheeks hurt.

I'm actually on a train right now, writing this on paper because I'm too tired to read my book. I'm on my way home from a long day at uni followed by a show by the MTC.

Two Brothers. From the writer of Inheritance (simply brilliant). The story of two brothers who represent the oppposite ends of the political spectru,. The two of them are thrown into dealing with the same political problem and we watch how they, and their families, cope with the issue.

The issue. The most important part. Hannie Rayson, the writer, likes to focus her plays on issues important to Australia. She puts in a lot of effort and research to ensure that her presentatino is accurate. Believe me, this is entirely to her credit.

But tonight, unfortunately, and this week (just as unfortunate) I am exhausted. A play ripe with politics was perhaps a little above the preferred entertainment for the evening. Shame. Even with this, I was still glued to the proverbial screen. Very enjoyable, very dramatic. It's a shame about some of the actors. The younger ones especially. Cute, but confused about how to play their roles.

As for all my bloody assessment. The micro exam went well (I think). My stupid isolate was mentioned in one of the questions. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or scream in frustration. I won a prize for my isolate being so demented. Hooray.

Likewise, the Genome Science test went fine. As fine as can be, I suppose, when you have to drag yourself out of bed at 6am and travel to uni as the heavens pour onto you to sit in an airconditioned lecture theatre while the splattered rain at the cuffs of your jeans slowly freeze as you answer questions that you're already answered about a computer algorithm's ability to compare DNA sequences. Other than that, it was peachy.

I bought the new Cat Empire CD. I have all of $3 left in my waller. I'd listen to it as I write, but, you know, my laser vision's failing.

These are hurried times

Something I learnt today: My stupid bacterial isolate is even more stupid than I had previously suspected.
Something that made me laugh today: A comedian impersonating Christopher Walken trying to be a comedian

I'm really over this Microbiology subject. I've got so much work to do tonight. This is me taking a little mental break before I started working on all the sof sequence junk. I've somehow got to study for the exam tonight as well. That's on Wednesday. The day after I have a Genome Science test at 8am. That's going to be fun.

I don't get to go to dance class this week. That really sucks. We're starting salsa. I am really, really enjoying this dancing thing, I just want some one to share it with.

I'm remembering back to pre-Justin days (I felt so much happier then) and all the crap I spat about how much men sucked. A lot of it started because I was sick of the relationship I was in. And then all of a sudden I was single and I learnt about this whole new world of men that I didn't like. The way they acted in order to try and pick up a girl. It's just occured to me that I dislike that even more now.

I'm curious if I'll actually return to that point. Being able to see peacocks displaying their feathers again. It's nice to an extent, makes one feel appreciated. If it returns, I'll be complaining again then I'm sure.

Everyone who calls me a hypocrit about this would be entirely right.

PCR? It's G.

Something I learnt recently: The band Shihad formed when I was four years oldSomething that made me laugh today: A pen that can write any colour.

I just wrote out this whole post and the internet couldn't be bothered actually doing anything with it. i didn't have a great deal to say, so I'm not sure it's a huge loss to you all.

I've just been knuckling down and attempting to work. Occassionally my thoughts stray elsewhere but otherwise I've been doing ok. Having to go through all this data for miscellanous subjects and trying to make sense of it all. It's not been terrifically hard because, at the moment, all my subjects believe themselves to be Genetics. I've been doing PCR and LD and BLAST searches. Quite frankly, speaking in acronyms is starting to drive me up the wall.

But just sitting at home, staring at my chromatogram and other pages of numbers and letters (a lecturer the other day said "We have oceans of data, lakes of information and puddles of knowledge") trying to make sense of it all and you just want someone you don't like to walk in the room because they'd stare at all this nonsense on the screen and suddenly find all this respect for you. It's a nice idea at least. But it's made me feel like I'm actually learning something at uni and just might have a useful function out in the "real world."

Other than uni, I've not done a great deal in the past week. Merengue class again, went and gave Justin all his stuff back. Just study. So much assessment coming up. So little sleep.

I like sleep.

I've been using too many Apple computers (you can't really do bioinformatics with a PC). I can't get any of the short-cuts right on this thing...