oh, hello

This is no travel blog.

I'm a little unsure of what i'm doing here.

So i'll start with my day.

When my alarm went off this morning, my first thought was 'I shouldn't have gone to public bar on monday.' I'm sick again. One of those awkward tickley coughs, red eyes as well.

7.30 is unbearably early for me but this semester i'm going to be good, a dedicated student. Besides, i have no choice. If i don't attend my critical debates lecture there is no way i will pass. For the first time i'm undertaking subjects that don't upload recorded versions of the lectures online. Critical Debates is the only compulsory subject in english major. I neeeeed to do well.

And so, even though it was freezing and my eyes were red and i had that scratchy, tickley cough and my lip piercing (one week old) was a little bit infected (thank you public bar, the piercing lady warned me not to drink for at least two weeks), i threw my legs out of my warm, safe bed, with body to follow close behind, and made my way downstairs to the kitchen for a fortifying breakfast.

After a bowl of muesli, stewed apple and yogurt and then eggs on toast i marched up the road for 10 minutes to the train station.

Fifty minutes later i was standing outside the lecture theatre, proud that in week four i had finally made it to the critical debates lecture. It was postponed half and hour because some engineering students had nicked our theatre.

Never mind, I was behind on all my reading so i went outside to prepare myself for my politics tute which was straight after the critical debates lecture. It was freezing outside but i was too stubborn to give in and go back inside.

Ken Gelder of Genre Fiction fame (lecturer from last semester) guest lectured on Bourdieu. Highlight of the lecture was his explanation of homology. Struggling to think of a modern example he brought up goths. 'What if you were a goth who liked Seinfeld? - You would be out of sync with your homology.' Goths take note.

Shortly after this an engineering lecturer in very tight pants interupted our lecture to tell Ken he was running over time. Bickering ensued followed by a quick dismissal.

I ran across campus for my politics tute which got heated very quickly. Not before i enjoyed six floors of awkwardness in the slowest lift you can imagine with my politics tutor. Anyway, anti-globalisation was the topic du jour. Of course 9/11 came up, an american girl said that it had nothing to do with globalisation, only terrorism. Unpopular remark.

Someone else wondered why almost 10 years on 9/11 can still be considered an 'active' issue in the media while other cases of mass violence are almost instantly relegated to the past.

While this was interesting because tutes rarely get so heated this early on in semester, the highlight of the day was a boy from this tute presenting on 'Food not Bombs' and bringing us all food that he had collected 'dumpster diving'. If i get sick we'll all know why.

I met Rosie for coffee at the potter. As well as Rob, Simo and Mark/Puzzlebrain (friends from first year, had not seen then in far too long). The potter is perfect for people watching. Well i suppose you can't really go wrong anywhere on campus, or in the city for that matter.

A nice french boy chased me out of our colonial australian literature lecture to tell me i'd left my readers behind (thankyou!) and the books i had ordered in finally arrived at the uni bookshop today.

I should really be starting on the Bourdieu readings for tomorrow. But my eyes are watery and red. So i'll probably just go to bed and try to do some reading on the train/tram tomorrow.