Uni staff are on strike again, so that means no classes for me today. BUT, my Sex & Gender lecturer/tutor decided to shift today's lecture and tute, and spread it over the next 2 days. The next 2 days which are (now were) 2 of my 3 no uni weekdays!! So much for that. Pfft.

So I'm sitting here, having only just woken up less than an hour ago, staring at my big box orange tictac, contemplating if I should finish Gossip Girl and the tictac. As I contemplate, the tictacs are depleting. Oh well, GG and tictacs it is.

But just before I exposee my windows and treat myself to GG&TT paradise... Yesterday, I almost got pick-bagged (bag version of pocket) with my rent in my wallet. Full-on sets of 50 dollar notes, 900AUD worth of it. Good thing I've always had an Aunty streak in me. Once I felt like my bag was being tugged, I swung it from the side-closer-to-back to right-bloody-in-front, and kept it there. First thing I did was to check and make sure my wallet was where it's suppose to be, before I threw a glare at the bitch. The bitch who was being, well a bitch, and was pretending to look around like nothing happened. She had a jacket over the crummy hand that she intended to stick into my bag. I kept my bag in the front of my body the whole way back.

Call me Aunty but I would trade looking stylish for my belongs any second of the day.