I am Superwoman!
Mar. 13th, 2006 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highlyeccentricafter dragging myself to my last class today, i came back and found a removalist's van depositing Fatimeh's earthly possessions on the doorstep of the RA flat (which door is broken anyway). All the staff could do was find us a trolley... then Fatimeh, Tock, Tari and I proceeded to lug some very very heavy things all the way to the far end of Williams, and up to the second floor. Took us forty-five minutes, after which we packed Fatimeh off to bed and had about ten minutes before six o clock, when we were under the impression dinner was to commence.
I successfully showered, dressed in appropriate fashion, semi-dryed my hair in front of a fan (how on earth have i got to this age without owning or learning to use a hair dryer???), did hair, makeuped, consumed painkillers, found academic gown, and arrived in the entrance hall only to find that dinner didn't start until 6:30.
academic gowns in this kind of weather are evil
wait, they're evil anyway. why don't they make women's sizes, without shoulders the width of a cricket pitch? mine's particularly bad, since i had to go up a size for the sake of the length.
other things... didn't check my Usyd email on the weeked, figuring no one important would email me on the weeked- discovered tonight that i was supposed to ring a woman about a graduation assistant's job today :/
still feeling kinda sick. but hey.
got 'prize' tonight, aka bit of paper saying 'so and so won prize'. apparently these thing don't even come with book vouchers these days.
Now, you'd think that having come all the way to sydney, i'd be safe, would you not? BUT NO! last week on the way to the co-op i bumped into Mr Day with the current year twelve class, highlight of my week *snort*, and then today i was on a bus at an intersection, and there on the intersecting street was a Port Stephens bus containing Mrs Doyle and said class. *somewhat scared now* mind you, i don't mind seeing Mrs D. I waved, but she was not looking at random girls on buses ;).
I successfully showered, dressed in appropriate fashion, semi-dryed my hair in front of a fan (how on earth have i got to this age without owning or learning to use a hair dryer???), did hair, makeuped, consumed painkillers, found academic gown, and arrived in the entrance hall only to find that dinner didn't start until 6:30.
academic gowns in this kind of weather are evil
wait, they're evil anyway. why don't they make women's sizes, without shoulders the width of a cricket pitch? mine's particularly bad, since i had to go up a size for the sake of the length.
other things... didn't check my Usyd email on the weeked, figuring no one important would email me on the weeked- discovered tonight that i was supposed to ring a woman about a graduation assistant's job today :/
still feeling kinda sick. but hey.
got 'prize' tonight, aka bit of paper saying 'so and so won prize'. apparently these thing don't even come with book vouchers these days.
Now, you'd think that having come all the way to sydney, i'd be safe, would you not? BUT NO! last week on the way to the co-op i bumped into Mr Day with the current year twelve class, highlight of my week *snort*, and then today i was on a bus at an intersection, and there on the intersecting street was a Port Stephens bus containing Mrs Doyle and said class. *somewhat scared now* mind you, i don't mind seeing Mrs D. I waved, but she was not looking at random girls on buses ;).
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Date: 2006-03-14 06:20 am (UTC)That's rather an eye-popping mental image :P
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