After blogging for 2 straight days, I actually devised a personal goal of blogging everyday for a month. Well.. so much for that. Haha!

My peak period's over! :D Happys.

But I'm not quite done yet. There's still a group assignment due next week, but I'm hoping that'll be a breeze, and I will officially be done with Uni! And come December 2010, they will finally bestow me my BA. I would then officially be a Professional Communicator. Ha!

When I was just a toddler, I would usually get lost in my own reveries of being in university. I thought then that if and when I graduate with a BA, I would have the world at my feet and working knowledge of the entire universe at my fingertips. I always envisioned university graduates to be the epitome of intelligence and knowledge. Like, they are pretty much God, minus the whole omnipresent bit. HA! Naive, I was. I get confused trying to discern the different kinds of parliaments and governments, and the jargon just drives me up the freaking wall. Knowledge at my fingertips, my ass. You learn as you grow older and as you attempt to open your illiberal little eyes, that it's just utterly impossible to ascertain all existing knowledge. So yes, after living abroad for 1 and a half years and more than 10 research essays later, I'm only imperceptibly more well informed than I was before. And who knows, come few years down the road I'll forget some things I knew before. Oblivion FTW yo!

Moving onnn. The only reason I'm typing such a lengthy entry today is because *drum roll* I'm in the suburbs. I feel horrid for being such a bad sister. I've been absolutely engrossed in my own life, friends and work and I practically draw a blank on my brother. I only thought of him once in the last 30 days. :( But it's ok, I'm making up for it now, subjecting myself to the barren of the suburbs. City kid talk. I don't have a clue how I'm going to survive here when I move in come July. I foresee a lot of stayovers at friends'. Note to Melbourne city palsies: Please be nice and come visit me and don't forget me.

Ok. Bed beckons. Yum cha tomorrow, bright and early at 1.15pm! xo

Something about having my contact lenses absent from my eyes for more than 3 days straight isn't working out for me. The last time I had an eye infection saw the same process. I remained bespectacled for 3 days, slipped on my contacts after those 3 days, woke up with an eye infection the next. Maybe I should scrutinize the integrity of my lenses everytime I leave them the case for more than 72 hours at a time. Bahh.

Yesterday, I couldn't open my left eye when I woke. It was sealed shut by eye goo. Today it was my right eye. Taking turns I see.

Oh yes, remember that ineffable feeling I was raving about yesterday? Well, that's evolved into something different. But still ineffable. It's developed a very mild sense of aversion, yet still fairly luring at the same time. Not the same kind of luring nor the same degree as before, but it still pulls in its own way.

I'm searching for the fire and the passion, but it's all been reduced to being.. friendly. You were right, it's never a good thing when someone says "we need to talk".

Oh am gee. What am I doing. Please go and work on your essay Val.

This emotion that I'm feeling is.. ineffable. And I'm rather perturbed by my inability to put my finger on it. I'd imagine this has a lot to do with my bouts of out-of-body experiences recently, and the precipitation that took place in a whim. And thanks to that I won't ever be able to figure out what I'm feeling and what I felt before. I can only hope now it will all fade with the submission of my essay on Thursday. Speaking of which, I could not have chosen a more inappropriate time to be mulling over something so peripheral compared to my major essay that's due in less than 48 hours. How many words do I have right now? 108. How many do I need? 2000. What a time to be dismayed to such a degree.

What's worse is that I'm out of comfort snacks to battle all these disconcertions, meaning the essay + indescribable feeling stress. Oh and let's not forget that my studenthood ends on the 9th. And that means it's time for me to get my act together, send out some resumes and pray that someone out there wants to hire me.

Food for thought, before I immerse myself in essay sweat: Do you, like me, actually secretly get quite ticked off over a passing (may not be, but it sure was a quick one) comment by a friend? And spend moments after that playing it over in your head and getting riled up inside?