24th March, 2009

Today was a loooong but generally good day.

The morning was pretty stressful, I had to be in the city by nine am for the forum, so I had to get an 8 o'clock train. But when I got to the station at 7:45, there were no car parks! Nor were there any car parks at the next two stations! As I was running out of time to get the train, I decided to drive to uni and park there to get the train from Caulfield. I was going to drive into the city but I hate driving in the CBD and also parking is really really expensive. So I got to Caulfield (by this time it was about 8:40, massive amounts of traffic) and went to buy a parking ticket thing, put my $4.50 in change in the machine, but no ticket printed out! I was in such a rush and I got so mad, plus I didn't have another $4.50 in coins to buy another ticket with (who carries around $9 in change? not me). So I called the council on the phone number that is written on the ticket machine and explained the situation, not wanting to get a parking fine. They were surprisingly helpful and cool about it, got my details etc and told me to leave a note with the transaction number of the call on it for the parking inspectors. So I quickly left a note and ran to the station. I am never usually late for anything so when I am, it is very stressful for me.

Of course I JUST missed a train, but I got on one soon enough, that luckily was an express train that got me to Flagstaff at about 9:05. Since registration was at 9 o'clock, I ran to the building and ran to make a lift trip up to the fifth floor. When I got there finally, there was hardly anyone there! Turns out registration STARTED at 9 and the actual forum started at 9:20. Oh well, I guess at least I got some exercise? The forum was okay, the first speaker was really dull but the others were quite good, and I understood 99% of what they were talking about, so that felt pretty good. 

After the seminar I met up with le boy for a long walk (I am quite the active one today, I probably spent at least 2 hours of today either walking or running) and some lunch in the park. There were 4 army helicopters that kept flying over us (Dad says they're training or something) that made it feel a bit like downtown Baghdad, but apart from that it was a nice afternoon.

At 4:30 I went to Melbourne University to meet up with one of my best friends who I haven't seen for ages, Stacey. Actually, she is probably my best friend tied with Casey. Anyway, we walked (see?) down to Brunswick street and had a cup of tea in a Russian-ish cafe, then jumped on the tram to go to a Moroccan soup kitchen for dinner. It looked sooo good and smelt amazing, but there were no tables and they estimated a wait of an hour! I don't think so. So we got straight back on a tram going in the opposite direction and went back to Brunswick street. We headed to the ever trusty Vegie Bar for some food. Vegie Bar has the most AMAZING mushroom risotto ever, I have never tasted better anywhere in the world. They also have some damn fine berry cheesecake. Stace and I shared both, for we are ladies and not eating machines. I had planned to head back to Caulfield by around 8 o'clock but that didn't happen, I walked Stacey home via a friends house to deliver a message, then she put some new music on a cd for me, showed me her amazing new boots, and then SHE walked ME to the train station. She lives in this amazing apartment that is so close to everything, you can walk anywhere from her place. Yet again, I missed a train by about 30 seconds, and I was slightly concerned because the train line in question (Frankston) is slightly suss and I've never been on it at night before, certainly not by myself....I told you I am a wuss.

Anyway, I eventually got back to Caulfield (in one piece, the Frankston line is fine) and thank goodness, no parking ticket. I drove home and my mother had put all the crap that was on my bedroom floor on my bed so I couldn't go to sleep without cleaning it up, how very thoughtful of her. Now I am in bed, and I am going to go to sleep.

Can't sleep.

I've been in bed for about 4 hours now, and I just can't sleep. I'm not even that tired. I want to sleep, I need to sleep, but I just can't. I have a tute for "Foundations of Health" at 9am tomorrow, and I think I will struggle to remain awake though the whole thing.

I haven't posted for a while, which I'm sure doesn't matter because I'm about 99.99% sure that nobody reads this. Here is a thought. Why do you put a percentage sign after a number and a dollar sign before the number? Is there a reason why it is different?

I started my new course on Monday, and so far it is going quite well. I'm doing Health Science by the way, and in that four subjects. Human Structure and Function is basically Anatomy and Physiology (I don't know why they don't just call it that? University types, pff) is by far the hardest. I knew I would struggle with it though, and in a weird way that is kind of why I chose to do it. After doing arts last year and finding myself very unmotivated thoughout most of it, I thought it might be better to try something more challenging, something that would FORCE me to do some work and try harder to learn. I know that I can't just bullshit my way through this one, so hopefully I will actually do it and not fail the subject all together.

The other subjects I'm doing are called 'Foundations of Health', 'Health Sociology' and 'Introduction to Research in Health Science'. I thought that research one would be really boring but I had the seminar for it on Wednesday (yeah it doesn't have any lectures or tutes, just one 3-hour seminar per week? Odd) and it was really quite enjoyable. I've enjoyed all my subjects so far, and all my teachers have been nice. For the first time I have female university teachers, which is also something. Something else new is that I have managed to make some friends, I think. Well I've had people to talk to at least, which makes things more bearable. I find making friends difficult so I'm really happy on that front.

I think over the last year or so I have become a lot more socially withdrawn than I used to be. I find myself not really wanting to be around many people anymore, just the people closest to me. I don't really like going out partying etc anymore, I get really nervous, anxious and self conscious unless I am confident that I will know everyone there very well. I think that has a lot to do about my shocking social life at uni last year, it fell way short of my expectations and quite simply, people just weren't very nice.

I'm going to try and sleep again, Dad will be mad if I'm not ready to go when I said I would be (7:15! oh no). I think it's kind of funny that my Dad is taking me to uni. Well he's actually taking me to his work and I am getting the train to uni from there, because it is only about 3 or 4 stations away. But still, it is kind of funny and cute. I wonder if we will stop for muffins on the way like we did when I was at school.

Oh and by the way, I bought some really cool jeans the other day. They are soo comfortable and I thought they made my legs look a bit fat but now I don't think they do.

Goodnight, hopefully