Today I had an eyelash in my eye that was really hard to get out…I could see it in the mirror, a black line across my eyeball. I am not good with eyes. They give me the creeps. But my eyes seem rather accident-prone. Vengeful, they are. Just plain vengeful.

INFLATION NOW EXCEEDS THE RBA’S TARGET BAND! It’s not that exciting but now I am feeling all pseudo-intellectual. Like the Glass House.

The award on the Glass House tonight went to a man who BROKE OUT OF PRISON, went to tell his girlfriend happy birthday, and then WENT BACK TO PRISON. I just thought I would put that here as an example of TRUE ROMANCE. Being a murderer doesn’t make you a bad person.

So this Friday my buddy Savannah heads to Sydney, and on Sunday she is off to Canada for two months. What will I do without her? I am not sure. I will be friendless. FRIENDLESS. I am devastated. WAH. She is coming down with a cold but that’s okay, if you’re going to be sick you may as well do it in a foreign country!!! I am a very grounded person. I love my roots. I would not cope well being an army wife and moving everywhere. I just love HOME.

Next weekend is the Old Timer’s Fete. I just love that our local retirement home is called Old Timer’s… call a spade a spade, call an old person old. I don’t like old people. I like my grandparents. I do. But other old people give me the heebidyjeebies. Some people can’t handle disabled people… I’m okay. Some people can’t handle kids… I’m okay (I’d want to be!) what I can’t handle is the elderly. There’s a smell.
So it’s not P.C! It is, however, true. And I love their fete! I volunteer every year in a small attempt to assuage the guilt of not liking old people. I can’t stand cognitive dissonance.

However, P.C. seems to be unnecessarily invading lives. For example, because Brokeback Mountain was about *gasp* homosexual cowboys it is automatically "brave" and "daring" and "artistic." Well, having seen it for the first time last weekend I can tell you that it is "crap" and "boring" and has "characters you just can’t stand." It was awful. I expected much, much more from all the hype. It was inconsistent, unbelievable, and you felt not engagement with the characters. When that one guy died, I was like, meh. and the other one, when he was talking about his parents dying ("one corner in 43 miles and they had to miss it.") I actually laughed.

Come on, you have to admit that’s funny.

I have found a handydandy site here, I think you should appreciate it. It is http://www.christmas.com/pe/56 and it will tell you precisely how long until Christmas, to the second. And in different time zones. YAY! As I write this, there are 153 days to go. Start saving, guys, I expect my gifts to exceed my expectations and DAMN my expectations are high.

This is my exam week. See? I am studying for Classical Studies. (Look at me go!)

I have done my Accounting (dismal) and my Economics (better) so just this one to go. Woot.

I am coming to realise the finite nature of this year…when I have finished in a few months, I have actually finished. And though I know I have to go to uni, I feel like I’ve worked so hard on this goal that I will become disoriented and vague without my purpose.

Not that I’ve worked that hard, but, you know, I’ve been focussed. yep indeedy.

Part of me is doing this purely for external validation: I want that little TER to be dazzlingly high, to tell me that I am still a supersmart cookie, that I could have been, that I will be one day…fancy my self-worth being so dependent on such a fickle indicator. A leading indicator. (look! more study!)

So, in order to achieve a TER to make others weep, I should be off studying for Classics by skimming through the Odyssey. Remember, keep a track of Christmas! It’s coming! It is!