and look at that, its tuesday

someone put rubber duckies in the carslaw pond. that is cool.

utterly failing to do any readings for anything. three cheers for organisation. and just found out that i have to have a major essay plan for history in two weeks time. better do quickish, i guess.

tried to french polish fingernails without a french polish kit. ended up with white tips and glitter-baby-pink top coat. :/ oh well. it'll have to do.

going to try to remember to go to pauls' chapel tonight. kate says they have hymns and an impressive organist :D (PLUS the added factor of a chior half made up of guys with nice singing voices... even if they are Pauls' boys)

and life goes on...

(yeah... decided your idea was a good one lukas[ed: the idea copied below, not any OTHER idea you may have had.])

current read: 'Past Mortem', by Ben Elton. Excellent black humour/crime. Would recommend IMMENSELY, provided recommendee is not put off by warped sex scene or so.
current music: it's just changed. but it WAS 'Fast As I Can' by Great Big Sea. my likees, thanks Lukas.
current mood: honestly can't summon the energy to HAVE a mood.

on committing my Heinous Sin for the week

just fronted up to Paul's chapel late (was misinformed as to time), in ugg boots and without acca gown.
Figured i might as well turn it into a Statement, and resolutely marched down the middle of the church (one of those ones which faces inwards) in my purple ugg boots for communion, despite my general lack of enthusiasm for high anglican communion.
i think i'll put proper shoes on next week. but probably not the gown. might as well keep my non-elitist statement.

oh, and some people make me VERY VERY ANGRY. When the kitchenhand comes out carrying a big metal tin of hot chips, you move aside and let her tip the chips into the dish. Or, at most, you quickly grab your chips and move off. You do not stand there for three minutes transferring them two by two onto your spoilt richgirl plate!
poor woman. she turns to me and says 'sometimes the students, they don't let you in. that's what i usually notice. they don't let you in. in my country we don't do that. we are polite, they move aside.'
sometimes i am ashamed to be here... they treat the cleaners like a foreign species. and think it's OK to leave half-eaten plates of food all over the kitchenettes (or worse, lying in the corridor) for the cleaner to deal with. Not to mention doing so on friday, when the cleaners aren't in all weekend and the stuff just festers.

current read: finished Past Mortem. Very good, but not sure how it got the tag of 'black humour'. Kinda disturbing, actually...
current music: I Will Not Go Quitely- The Whitlams
current mood: again, can't be bothered with moods. 'cept for a breif bout of Righteous Anger, as outlined above.