And I'm crazy, but you like it, loca, loca, loca.

So this just in: I haven't worked on my thesis for two weeks. I was working on my coursework during that time, and attending semi-related social events (going out with other people from Honours can be considered thesis related, right?). Today is the day. The day when I approach the stack of books I have carefully selected from the library and they will just fall open to the perfect page and inspire me. You know what else inspires me? Game of Thrones - and episode seven is just sitting there, waiting to be watched....and....and my computer is much closer to me than all those library books. Okay, that's sorted then. GoT first, then daunting stack of books.

On Sunday night I went to the birthday drinks of one of my Honours peeps. My decision to save money by having a couple of glasses of wine while I got ready backfired. I had half a bottle of wine without noticing, arrived rather ...hyped...and continued on drinking. Let's just say I made numerous moronic comments and bit some people. Yes....bit some people.

My friend is having a costume party in June. I've decided to go as the absinthe fairy -  La Fee Verte.

The honours student rap

Thesis thesis thesis, work work work
Got a place in the library where I always lurk
Narrow that topic, down down down
Gotta argue a point before you hit the town

I got bitches, I got fast cars
I know 'aries' is also called 'mars'
You want my grill and my gold chain?
Well first you gotta suffer some thesis pain

Finish that verse, drop the hook
I'll just finish reading this history book

Type that essay, type it up
I have ranted like a nut
Did you know King Arthur had a really big sword?
Oh come on, I know you're not bored!

I am such a geeky loner
What'd you say? You got a problem, Homer?
If you're oblivious to my academic jokes
Don't study history - you ain't smart enough, folks

Drop that hook, then start a new verse
- this lame rap can't get no worse

You don't smile at me that much

Bam! Here I am back from the world of Arthurian Romance and Italian Courtesans. Well, I'm really only on holiday from it...for an afternoon. During this afternoon I get to do exciting holiday things, like send important emails which have stacked up and buy groceries.

This weekend my BFFFFFFF is coming to visit. Yay.

I have decided I want to go back overseas(my old blog readers are eye rolling). Fine, okay, I have a problem. I call it Ia2B:)S = Inability to be content syndrome. First, though, I have to get a career on the go; I quite like the idea of moulding spongy young minds. Maybe I can go on a NZ holiday to try and fend off my wanderlust for far away places.

Mehhhh, okay, pretty picture that in no way represents my life in this moment:

    Photo: Bernd Westphal

La Mirada film festival

Last Thursday I went to the opening night gala of La Mirada Spanish film festival at ACMI....and oh MY a good looking boy just sat down opposite me in the library (yeah, no internet in my new diggs still).....Anyhow, back to the gala: the ticket included the opening night introductions, a film, and the after party. I'd been looking forward to the night for ages; a mature excuse to get dressed up, drink, and dance rather than 'let's get spaz and crunk, yo'....which none of my friends seem to respond to positively anymore.

The speeches were, as speeches often are, not too riveting. Although, an adorable Basque (I think he's Basque) actor made a short, but smile-inducing, comment about thinking he saw baby kangaroos climbing trees whilst drunk - he was drunk, not the kangaroos. His accent was cute. It made me miss Spain. Wow, good looking boy has excellent posture - anyhow, there were also pre-recorded introductions from Antonio Banderas and the director of the film, Gustavo Taretto, who was hilarious. The film was called Medianeras, which means side walls; it was a sweet story, set in Buenos Aires, about two ideally suited loners who keep missing each other in their search for love. Sounds cliché but it wasn't. After the film everyone was herded downstairs to the after-party. We found a spot next to a tapas table and held on to it for dear life as the food was quickly ravaged. Luckily there was no shortage of alcohol. The crowd seemed to be mainly mid-30's culture critics and beautiful gay men (who may have also been culture critics). We entertained ourselves by giving people nicknames - 'tortured boobs' wore a top so tight she had the boob version of muffin top...titty top, perhaps. She was also wearing, and stroking, something that had once been alive. It may have had a face. I did not like. There was also 'wavy locks' who Em thought looked like a dethroned prince, and later, Roger Federer. Lots of laughs. We ended the night after dancing to retro tunes. We danced like no-one was watching, well aware there were probably people watching. All in all mucha diversión!!

Sadly all my photos have me in them.

Having trouble saying how I feel, but I can dance dance dance.

I've typed about five different sentences to start this post. They all sucked. I am in a cafe with free wireless internet. After living in Europe for 18 months Melbourne's lack of free wifi frustrates me. I feel like an internet thief even though I am having a meal. Actually, I'll probably end up spending more money because of the 'laptop guilt' than if I was here with a friend. Get with the times, Australia. Free wifi makes you money.

I suppose I haven't really done anything blogworthy of late. I'm just checking in - with my blog - with myself. I'm still really enjoying being back in Melbourne. Not even the tiniest tinge of regret at leaving Europa. I want to go back, of course, but I'm happy to wait a couple of years. Or..one year.

Uni is fine. A little more intense than I was expecting, but it's pressure I am allowing myself to feel because, unlike undergrad, I suddenly care - a lot. My thesis topic has continued to change more often than an emotional retard's facebook status....but I think I finally have it....stabilized. A little bit of Classics, A little bit of Medieval, and a little bit of literature. All good.

Moving out of home. Again. Every time is different. Renting. Sharing. It's a runner-up to what I really want - my own place. Hopefully it's not too far in the future. I even have a 'future home' photo folder.

And now it is time for me to leave. It's bussinessman lunch hour - urgh!

Photo: The Selby

(From the future home folder)

We all know frogs go 'la di dah di dah'

Oh hello, blog. I think I heard you calling me? You must have known that I am once again a uni student in need of a form of procrastination.

Here I am on campus once more, allowing myself coffee breaks every 30 minutes or so and googling like a ....well, like something that googles a lot. When did 'to google' become a verb? Oh, this rapidly changing English language. Perhaps I have consumed too many caffeine beverages today. I have decided to implement a new rule : toilet breaks only for each completed paragraph of my current assessment task. So far I have  earnt quarter of a toilet break. Damn, I better stop drinking coffee.

The end.

I have somewhere to live! I have my own study cave at uni. I am enjoying zee study. I don't have any money, but that's just a minor issue, right?

Blog postage coming soon. ish. soon-ish.