My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

And by 'the boys' I mean 'the jiggle' and by 'to the yard' I mean to my wonderful bottom...



The passed week or so has been hardcore study time. Fabian has his Literature Review for honours due tomorrow and that means that we've been locked in doors for most of the day each day.

I am locked in voluntarily. I like being there as a support and to read over new paragraphs and to bring him (and myself) cake when times get tough and brains melt. Speaking of cake, check out Zoe's latest creation:

It's an AZTEC cake she made for her partner, Ryan...(it was his birthday the other night, that post will come later!)



I've been eating a lot of that aztec goodness since Sunday and I am a sincere advocat that sugar is good for you. I am also certain I'll have to delete this blog when I finish uni and start practising.

Don't be fooled into thinking that all i've been doing this past week is eating cake and drinking milkshakes, ho-no! I've also been doing work. See 5 out of my 7 subjects (which is a crazy amount by the way) have no exam this semester.

This is the kind of information that makes me immensly pleased, see I am a big big hater of exams and a mega lover of assignments. However, this means I do indeed have assignments this semester.

13 to be precise. Luckily for me, I've handed in a whoping 2 of those and have entirely completed a 3rd.

What i've done this week is start and do some work on 8 of those. There are only 2 I haven't touched yet, but that's only because I'm not a superwoman and mainly I blame it on a lack of milkshakes.

Still, i'm totally kicking ass.

Now that i've blown my horn a lot i'm off to continue working on one of the 8 that are in progress.

Love Nani x

Write Off

Today was a complete write off!

Well, not exactly a write off, but it just did not go how I planned at all.

I was in one of those luscious deep sleeps that I don't think an alarm would've gotten me up from. I was instead woken up gently by Fabian, who'd already gotten up and had a shower. What?! I wake up to the sound of the tv or kettle being turned on downstairs and even to the smell of cigarette smoke.

Weird. Then I went to the gym, which was probably my only successful venture. It started off not being anything special, I was having a sook over how sore I was thanks to yesterday's triumphant return to the gym.

But then the guy that works there, his name is Joe Love - I kid not. Who's usually dressed in work gear and some lamo cap, walks passed me dressed instead in a singlet and shorts in order to work out.

DAYYYUUUUMMMMMMMM.

That inspired me to be much better looking. So, once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I upped my weights by 5kg and started pumping them out and going 'ARRRRGHHHHHHHH' when I was lifting them.

If you don't know the sound i'm describing, I suggest paying attention to the next weight lifting competition or the olympic games - I pay homage to the pros.

No really, Fabian is delighted I actually scream out at the gym, he can't believe I'm not too shy to. Let's be honest, you'd have to be some sort of massive freak to bench 13kg without shouting it out.

Anyway, then I went to Chadstone to buy myself an ipod. I thought i'd done adequate research. I knew I wanted an orange one. It was going to be a nano. 8 gigs. I even knew which cable I wanted to buy that would connect my ipod to my cd player! That's some pretty good research you may say, BUT YOU'D BE WRONG.

So I go into the shop, I tackle one of the people dressed in blue (If you've never been to the Apple shop at Chadstone I suggest going, it's a wonder.) that are running around at the speed of light. There are about 50 people working there ALL occupied with something.

Anyway, I get Marvin (perfect name for someone working in such a futuristic shop. Amiright?) and I say 'Hello, can I please buy an orange nano ipod 8gig please?' (Yes I often say 'please' and 'thank you' one too many times in the one sentance.)

Off he goes, gets it for me, and then asks me why I'm buying the cable. OH MAN, this unleashed the terror. He was so kind, he didn't sell me anything. Once he discovered I had no idea what I was talking about he spent almost an HOUR with me teaching me all about i-pods and he's even getting me to take a photo of the back of my cd player so he can sell me the right cable.

What a guy!

Then, off I go to uni. Or so I thought.

I got lost. I got so turned around it wasn't funny. Before I go on can I mention that Uni and Chadstone are two places I frequent - A LOT? As I was driving I was thinking how spectacular a day it was! Everything is so sunny and bright, and then I was in the city. What?

So I turned around and then I was on Dandenong Road right back near Chadstone. Whoops.

Turn back around...and I won't bore you with the story, but I never made it to uni. I'm pretty certain I was experiencing a pain-free migraine. I was photo-sensitive 'Oh how bright everything is!' and disorineted and by the time I got home (finally) I was right because I did eventually get the pain.

Pretty funny in the end, though a little scary while it's happening. I felt like I was going through time portals and ending up in all these familiar places but never quite where I wanted to be.

Anyway, I'm at Fabian's now and my migraine has been dealt with and i'm in a brilliant mood! I'm excited about what i'm working on in pottery, though I can't talk about it on here because it's a present for Fabian's graduation.

Shhhhhhhhhhh

But I am feeling good about it and my timetable for next semester rocks. Though I'm in a bit of a predicament:

I can do a 4th year subject to make my work load easier when i'm actually doing 4th year next year. That's a plus! The downfall is that the only subject I can do (thanks to timetable clash and pre-requisites) is Integrated Pharmacology/Phytochemistry and that sounds HARD.

There is no point in doing a fourth year subject if I'm going to fail it.

That being said, am I really going to be much smarter in a years time? And also, maybe it's better for me to fail it now (if i'm destined to) so then by the time I am in fourth year i'm just re-doing it - which is easier and it means I won't be failing it in 4th year.

Failing something in 4th year is the worst thing that could happen, by the way. It would mean having to wait another year before I graduate. Bad.

So, what do you think?

Love N x