feet feet feet.


hmm. i am now 19. and you know what? so far i have spent all of my 19-ness being either drunk, hung over, or at work. who is jealous?



i have received some cool stuff so far. mumsy and dad gave me stuff for the flat. which was needed and wanted. ie, a cool nifty stainless steel microwave. woohoo! now i can actually defrost stuff and cook baked beans without having to drive to soolin's or to work!!! this, for a uni student, is a high priority thing. they also gave me another radiator. because dad reckons my house is too cold. he forgets that the reason the flat is cold is because i never bother turning it on when i am there alone... it uses heaps of electricity... and i could just as easily get a couple of blankets or something. but whatever. it makes him happy. so cool.

andrew gave me 'a hat full of sky'! huzzah for terry pratchett. oh... and andrew. of course. and amanda got me 'the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe', because she thinks it's absolutely disgustingly wrong that i have never read it. which is kind of true. she also framed the only existing photograph of the two of us... and it's really cool. smoo couldn't afford to get me a present... so she bought me a cupcake with green candles and brought it into work. which was cool. probably a good thing she couldn't afford anything... because i have a sneaking suspicion she was going to buy me 'a hat full of sky'. and whilst it is turning out to be an absolutely rocking book... i don't know if i really need two copies.




anyway. stuff is good. i decided i couldn't be bothered to do teaching and learning in english 2... since i haven't done number one and i am not going to be a teacher anyway. and... this means i have a five and a half day weekend. how jealous are you all? don't you just wish you were arts students? only three compulsory hours and five non-compulsory hours a week at uni? and that's with four subjects and everything. the best!


then again... i do have some weeks where i have like three 2000 word essays due. lame as.




my english subjects all seem totally cool though. except... dickens kind of makes no sense. what springs to mind when you think dickens? nicholas nickleby, david copperfield, oliver twist, great expectations, a christmas carol, the pickwick papers, martin chuzzlewit, etc. yeah. except... we are only doing two of those. oliver twist, great expectations, bleak house, hard times, little dorrit, and a tale of two cities. crazy, i tell you!

plus... there are SIXTY FIVE recommended texts for my children's literature course. insane! kids books are like $15 each! that is so not happening.



dum dee dum... so first week back at uni was good. but i have been heaps busy. with work especially. now that lauren has quit and all. in the last two weeks i have had two days off subway. meh... at least i will be rich. especially now that i am worth $13.30 an hour instead of $11.64
huzzah!


talking about subway... i just found a huge smudge of marinara sauce over my elbow. nice. i am glad i have been walking around since 4.15 this afternoon sporting that nifty little accessory.



today i forgot where i had parked my car. not entirely true... i have just been down to jesmond so often in the past few weeks that i thought i had actually parked my car in the place i parked it yesterday. but no. it was far in the opposite direction. i rock. and am clever.



oh dear... my role as grammar nazi (shut up everyone... livejournal doesn't count. you are allowed to be retarded in journal form) has totally taken over everything. yesterday these two customers were having an argument about whether chicken fillet was said as "fill-it" or "fill-ay". and i gave them a lecture on it... which lasted a good five minutes. hehehe... go me. they were stunned and horrified for a few seconds... before the one that had been right started cheering me. i love accidentally allowing the grammar nazi to take over.






anyway... i really have to go read some oliver twist. since i am meant to have read the whole thing by monday and i am currently on book the first, chapter the fourth. oops. i was momentarily distracted by harry potter six... but i read the first eighty pages and found them really really boring. man, i hate j. k. rowling. then i was proper distracted by a hat full of sky. terry pratchett is such a god. plus, i can count reading it as study for my children's literature course. true, i could say the same for harry potter... but the main difference is that terry pratchett is actually good.




have a good day!