m i a o w


Category: Study

No Sunday Driving

Sunday Indoors Today I conquered the pet joint supplement
world from my couch! I hereby proclaim that no one should have to work on Mondays. Well, maybe half the population should so the other half feels lucky, and then they can rotate every six months. No way would I have had the nice day I had today if I'd had to go to work tomorrow. Didn't get to bed til three thirty after last nights gig, so didn't surface until woken by a mournful cat at about 11am. I had egg and soldiers made for me
and only left the couch to have a bath and put on different pajamas! I caught up on the last two weeks of my study and so assauged some of that guilt. Tomorrow is another study day - but I also have an appointment at my optometrist - it will be one month since I had my eyes lasered! She's going to let me know whether I'm OK to go surfing and swimming and stuff like that. I'm excited!!

Obviously if all goes well I will have to visit a shoe shop in my quest for some chunky summer sandals - I've only got thongs or sandals with a heel which are no good for anything but work. A girl needs the kind of sandals that are good for jumping around in. I'd like to move my site to MovableType but I have to wait to hear from the ISP whether I can do it or not...

Eye Droppings

Crocodile tears. Keep tipping false tears into my eyes…apparently dry eyes are a plus dog vitamins
fairly normal result of laser surgery...or so the interent leads me to believe...I see...I do! Now I know I have little sad abrasions on my eyes I feel bad for them and try to keep them wet and happy -it's kind of like looking after a tadpole in a drought. Poor house. It is gone. I think I'll go and throw all
the photos I took of it's interior away so I don't ever stumble upon them. I'm sure Lorraine is right and there are better ones out there - but there are aren't many other places as nice as Toogoom that I have tripped over recently...if ever.

Studying is trundling along - I am 500 words from being up to date. The stuff I wrote last night was such a crock I can hardly believe it, but I have decided to feed them what they want and then hassle them about it later (after they've marked me). All this crap about semiotics, sight and
perception (which did not go down well with me as you may imagine) and virtual worlds and the making of computer games... I just fail to see how any of this is relevant. I have a secret belief that the tutor in question just had a paper she'd written hanging around and thought she'd slot it in somewhere. God. I can't suffer alone, here's a bit of it: By the end of this module you will have
- how the eye makes sense of what it sees;
- how the mind makes sense of what we see;
- how we construct meaning from what we see;
- the implications of these issues for making effective computer games

Guess what my course is?
Writing. I'm trying to write a crime novel. Oh yes, extremely relevant. On another point - I have been saved from buying scary Wittner shoes to be worn at wedding of Goth. Lisa came over last night to collect her DVD's that I stole from her ages ago and I modelled my two pairs of strappy black sandals for her and she approved both as appropriate...[big sigh of relief]...I have had enough shoe trauma for one week....(mainly due to the fact that 'slides are in' this 'season' and so if you want summer shoes with an ankle strap you'll have better luck fossicking through your attic...which Australian houses don't have...so....you wouldn't have any luck at all....say hello to thongs...


Bugger this waiting crap. It was all for nowt. I have stress rash on my face and dog nutrition supplement
look like a freakish 5″11 lizard. Tasty. I will not be speaking of the thing for which I was waiting, silly to dwell on what is now nothing. My other angst is my goddamn university course!!! I’m sure I’ve ranted before, but every few months ago they manage to scale another pinnacle of incompetence that I would have previously (and charitably) thought impossible.

This time they have decided that although they told me that I would finished my Masters degree at the end of February (when I was supposed to hand in my thesis) apparently regulations have changed along the way and I am required to do some more subjects!! This sucks. They won’t charge me for these subjects and will exempt me from some others, but still… I thought I had finished and now I haven’t. It is very disappointing. My tutor called me about three weeks ago about this and said I would recieve information about it. I received nothing. I called her a few times, then finally got on to her about it. She said I would recieve information about it. I got nothing. Finally I wrote a very pointed email to the woman who heads up the administration side of things and got a response from both my tutor and her sidekick within 24 hours! They had sent the information to the ‘wrong’ email address – blah blah blah. These are the people who are supposed to be helping me through my masters and they are trying to send me stuff to an email address that was from my old job and has been extinct for over six months??! Totally useless. This whole course is a total nightmare – the worst thing is, if they ever get it together it will be a cool course, but at the moment it’s a big fat wank.

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Master of the Universe

M is going to refer to me all day as ‘Master’ as I have just got a letter in the post confirming that I have just earned myself a Master of Arts – Writing. Yee-ha! Yes, OK, the course was crap, completely disorganised and they exempted me from quite a few subjects, but the point (as I keep fruitlessly pointing out to a cynical M) is that I achieved my two major aims;
1) to get my masters degree;
2) to get the first large chunk of my crime novel written.
So anyway, I’m feeling quite happy. I’m glad it’s over – considering that I finished the last requirements in February. Apparently I’m the first person to graduate from the course ever! Hooray for me! Now…if I could only think of a Phd. topic I could keep studying forever – I’m already in hock to the government to the tune of about 13 thousand dollars, so what’s another ten grand or so between me and someone I didn’t vote for?

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