Monday, Week Four of Uni;
Tim and I both manage to rock up to a lecture an hour early. HOW. Why. Sob.
It wasn’t all bad, provided amusement as he pulled a groin muscle doing something cyclisty. Pretty funny in a pitying kind of way.
I also had coffee at Cibo with my favorite, Lisa. God I love that girl. She’s the best. Somehow though, I managed to procure a new top from Irving Baby within 2 minutes (if that!) of walking in. Again- HOW.
Booking tickets to Kimbra this afternoon. SO EXCITED I LOVE HER!!!
Mum did a diploma of management. I told her she could then help me with my uni work for my course management ii.
She looked at my text book (which is incredibly big and boring) and proclaimed
"the prime minister wouldn’t even know this."
Why am I doing this stupid bloody subject.
I’m really bad at studying.
Well today I am anyway. I turned down a lunch invite (in all fairness I wasnt keen anyway) to study and admittedly I’ve done one bunch of reading for Media Theory (I am soo so sick of reading about communism and Marxism!!!) and listened to the most part of a lecture I chose not to go to - I’ve still wound up online shopping while listening to JJJ’s Hottest 100.
Its such a nice and this is depressing me.
Invited some friends over last night for drinks. This has resulted in me realising that all my friends suck at drinking with me. Not that I over consume on a regular basis- I drink quite infrequently and I was hoping people would like to hang out on my one night off in the last three weeks. Everyone bailed before 10.30 and C and Nick and I wound up on our own. Effing top effort from them. Kind of disappointed in everyone else. Wah. Ok I’m gonna go read (aka shop).