(I wrote this on Monday and couldn't upload it til today due to our internet not being there. And I'm to lazy too edit it so that it flows nicely with the last two days. Oh well, better late...)
I think I should update you on what has been happening.
Really it’s something I’ve been meaning to do since November, but I’m a characteristic procrastinator and there was always something else on. And really my parents are the main ones who watch this.
So, I arrived back in Sydney on the 15th of November, having spent a couple of days with the lovely Changer (of c-t-elder fame) who took me around Prague and let me meet some ferrets. I was unable to meet up with Ekavi (from TDF) which was a shame. So many people, so little time.
But yes. It was a nice day which I spent mostly running in circles in my room going “COMPUTERCOMPUTERCOMPUTERTABLETTABLETTABLECOMPUTERPHOTOSHOPTABLET”. And Liat came over. But that was forever ago.
Since then I’ve met a species of ungulate which I would even go so far as to say I wouldn’t mind working with them if there was the promise I would only have to work with them. As this is impossible, I will not be specialising in alpacas. They’re [relatively] big angry herbivores, but without the terrifying-ness of horses or the sheer unpleasant value of cows. They do kick and they spit, but they make cute noises so it makes up for any yuckiness. Also, they absorb water very well…no stomping through knee high waterypoo. They have three stomachs and a gestation period of a little over 11 months.
We’ve got friends of friends who have a farm with 55 of them. I’ve now been up there three times…unfortunately I’m missing a vaccination trip this coming weekend. I did vaccinations the first time, and found that I’m a lot better at giving needles than taking them (see also: Q Fever vaccinations).
Despite coming back to find that there are pretty much no Classic Who story arcs on surfthechannel anymore, I whipped myself into a Whovian fury and decided to knit the Fourth Doctor’s scarf. After looking for a pattern on the internet (surprisingly easy, there’s a guy who has seen the original, counted the rows and made a pattern…we salute you mate :D) I then had to convince my mum that it was a viable idea…she’s a knitter you see, and couldn’t quite fathom the thought of me knitting a 14 foot scarf (made of an estimated $120 worth of wool) before my inevitable death of old age. My one other attempt at knitting is a 20cm by 20cm purple square in 12 ply…it took me several months when I was younger.
I explained that this was a nerdscarf, and therefore had extra motivation, and she caved in as long as I reduced the row length to 50 stitches rather than the original 60. We figured I could do it on the bus to uni, and after buying most of my wool (for just over half the estimated price) I leapt into the challenge of knitting.
Not that it was much of a challenge. Garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, Garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, Garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, Garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, Garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, garterstitch, new row, garterstitch…
One of the teachers at my old school was arrested for connections to an internet child porn ring, proving once again that the internet is largely populated by horrible things and I should be extremely grateful for my good luck with people from there. I’m very thankful that I fell into such a nice corner of DeviantArt, and then on to the Forums.
Anyway, it really knocked me around, that. Felt like I’d had the branch chopped out from under me. I’m still regaining my balance. It’s slow going after such a paradigm shift. Hypersensitivity doesn’t help. I kept knitting.
I was getting through my knitting at an alarming rate.
I bought Spore. Spore is a beautiful game. I love it like life. I’m even finding the Space Phase (which many people find boring) lots of fun. I like just jumping between planets and selling them spice for grossly inflated prices. And then buying their planets. And also destroying all the religious civilisations.
My job at Planet Pooch began to come to an end as I got ready to go off to uni. I had enrolled in January and was therefore, in my mind, thirty three and a half thousand dollars poorer. Enrolling had come with the fun of buying all my bits and pieces...a dissection kit (to be used for the first time tomorrow), lab coats, goggles to go over my glasses (I was assured they would be fine but this is a LIE. My nose is not big enough to hold glasses and goggles so they sit over my nostrils, holding them closed), really trendy overall things (really trendy…) and steel-toed gumboots and normal boots.
Anyway, as I was saying, I finished off my time at Planet Pooch. I do miss it. Even though it gave me far too much time to dwell on the school situation.
My sister’s hissyfits became increasingly bad due to HSC stress, leading to a situation where I thought my mum was going to leave. I had a quiet panic attack to myself. Well, that’s not entirely accurate, since I’ve found myself using TDF as a crutch during these sorts of things. There are some people there who really got me through my rough patch, and I can’t thank them enough.
The hissyfits are still bad, but my counsellor says to ignore her and let her rant. For the sake of my limited sanity.
I bought a tiny laptop which is tiny for uni. For some reason it has a wide screen. The only reason I can see for wide screens is to watch movies in better dimensions, but it has no disc drive and is therefore stupid.
My package of vet stuff came and I spent a day wearing a lab coat around the house while I tried to hunt down a ball of beige wool (I had run out 100 rows from the end of the scarf and the wool was discontinued). We managed to track down 10 balls in Spotlight in Auburn, which we bought gleefully.
A week passed. I went into knitting-withdrawl.
Another week passed.
We tried to track it down and all that we could find was that it had left Auburn and could not be tracked further.
I met up with Carrie at uni and we did O-week stuff. We signed up to various wildlife groups (on my part) and various drinking-and-history groups (on Carrie’s part). We avoided the Christian groups and the political groups like the plague. We joined AUJS because-our-mums-said-we-had-to for free because we did a questionnaire thingie. The best question was:
Did you have a Bar or Bat Mitzvah?
-I don’t remember
Who doesn’t remember something like that? Must’ve been some potent stuff they were drinking/smoking/snorting.
The highlight was of course joining Sutekh, one of the oldest and most active clubs at the uni, and a nerdclub that started its life as a Doctor Who fanclub. We spent most of the day hanging out with them, learning a spaghetti western card game and lamenting that my scarf hadn’t been finished in time (as was my goal when I saw that it was going so fast).
I went off to SOLE, the vet faculty’s orientation thingie. I spent much of the first day standing around awkwardly and wishing that it was as easy to talk to people as it was to talk to Sutekhers (“Hi” “Hi” “So, I heard you like Doctor Who” “I love Doctor Who” “Who’s your favourite Doctor” “I have a soft spot for the Second Doctor…I wish more of his episodes had survived” “I like the Fourth Doctor” “I’m knitting a Fourth Doctor scarf at the moment…it was meant to be done by now, but Australia Post is Satan” “Man, that sucks”). I managed to glue myself to one girl called Sarala, the first person I had
talked to mumbled awkwardly at who wasn’t from Bioscience. By lunchtime we were joined by Pooja, and we spent our time talking about our pets and exorbitant uni fees (Sarala is from Sri Lanka and Pooja is from Kenya, so they have to pay even more than me). We went to Camden on the second day, and I sat next to a girl called Cella on the bus who had seen me on the Metrobus (see also: my bus into uni, god-in-bus-form, IT TALKS LIKE THE TUBE HOW COOL IS THAT). Cella is from Maroubra and knows what a binturong is and also what a linsang is and her favourite animal is the pika. She is therefore epically cool, even if she does like the BADaptation of Life on Mars.
They had scones at Camden and we did team building exercises. Then we went our separate ways for our last weekend as free people.
Uni started and I began to wish I’d caught up with this earlier. I wanted to write about my days. Sarala, Pooja, Cella and I glued together, which has worked well so far. I struggled to keep awake through half of my subjects, the half being Chemistry and Cell Bio…the hardest ones. BUT THEY ARE SO DULL D:
Back at home we called every wool shop in NSW to no avail. Mum got in touch with some people on the Knit With Love group (they’re a knitting group that knit squares to be made into blankets to send to the third world and mum went to one of their knit-ins at the ABC centre last year). We found two people with balls and asked them to “PLEASE SEND THEM TO US PLEASE OH PLEASE”.
They came the next day.
That day we had Q Fever tests. We needed to have a blood and a skin test to see if we were immune to the rather icky disease that is Q Fever. I am not good with needles, so I warned the nurse that I had passed out with Guardasil. She made me lay down while she did the skin test, and then made me wait 15 minutes to wait for my pupils to go back to normal. Another nurse came to take blood, at which point my body did two things:
1) It tried to pass out, and finding that it couldn’t, relieved me of my lunch.
2) It decided that my blood pressure was too high, so it dropped it to the point where the nurse could not get any blood out of me at all.
I then spent a half hour trying to calm down so that they could try again. Thankfully a smaller needle was used. I’d been there just over an hour when they let me go, jellybeans in hand and slightly woozy. That was when mum called to say that the wool had arrived.
I got home and, ignoring the painful holes in my arms, knitted like mad. It was Tuesday. Thursday would be the day when I went with Sutekh to see Watchmen…opening night. I wanted to be finished with it by then. That was the new target. I did the remaining 100 rows in a day, and by Thursday all I had to do was tassels. Since the first few weeks of uni were practice, we had most of Thursday off, and Friday was completely free, so I went and hung out with Sutekhers all afternoon, cutting tassels and threading them obsessively while one of the members of the executive made himself a Rorsharch mask. His costume was awesome, especially standing in the line holding a bucket of popcorn. Some girls walked out of the previous session, saw him and screamed. He chased them down the stairs.
I was just happy because my scarf was done. It is 998 rows, and made up of seven colours in stripes of varying thickness. It is about 12 foot long. It is awesome.
Watchmen was awesome too, but it finished very very late. Thankfully I went with Carrie to stay at her boyfriend Lachlan’s house, which was convenient.
And uni was uni. The Q Fever tests were predictably negative and I had to have the vaccine needle. The Fridays without classes ended and I took to wearing my scarf every morning. It’s cold when I get on the bus, and the Webster Lecture Theatre is freezing. Tomorrow we have our first cutting-up-dogs prac…hopefully I’ll be ok. The smell is pretty potent. There were bags of organs in the lab today and they stank.
Why, you may ask, am I catching up now of all times? Well, we have managed to use up all of our download limit for the month, so I cannot procrastinate in other ways. This is being written in Word. I have finished a Husbandry project and I did a Chemistry quiz today. My laptop is uninstalling illegal!office2007 so that I can put legal!office2007 on it.
And most importantly, on the first of April the BADaptation of Life on Mars will come to an end in the US. I have followed its progress with a mixture of horror and disgust…it did not, as predicted, get panned at two episodes. And it is painful. They’ve been showing it on Channel 10. But the point is that after 17 episodes, there will be no more BADaptation. This means that the BADaptation is one hour longer than Life on Mars and therefore there really was no earthly purpose to BADapting it. But some people are gits. A lot of them work in television in America.
After Wednesday (thankfully also the day that our internet comes back) it will be dead, and all that they will be showing here will be echoes of something when it was alive, like the light of stars that have long since exploded.
I shall watch the final episode, and I shall write a long report on exactly why it is made of INFERIOR and RUBBISH. But first I needed to catch up.