Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
How the Locals Like It [Part 1]
Melbourne is a large city.
Not large like New York large, or Rome large, but just really spread out. Where does Melbourne begin and end? Does anybody know? If you live at one end of 'Melbourne' then it can take up to two hours to get accross to the other side, which makes it a little difficult when visiting rellies who supposedly live in the same city as you.
{I'm allergic to four hour car trips in one day, especially during peak hour traffic}
Throughout my short life I've lived in a few different patches of Melbourne. Moving around is not very fun, and when we arrived in our current patch of Melbourne, the first thing I thought was 'this must be the bush'.
Which was silly, because there was a golf course down the road, and the local state park was more of an empty paddock than thick bushland. And my 'this must be the bush' thought wasn't along the lines of 'the bush is an awesome place to live!'... no, it was more like 'living in the bush is living in the middle of nowhere! Get me out of here!'.
It was an over-reaction.
Not large like New York large, or Rome large, but just really spread out. Where does Melbourne begin and end? Does anybody know? If you live at one end of 'Melbourne' then it can take up to two hours to get accross to the other side, which makes it a little difficult when visiting rellies who supposedly live in the same city as you.
{I'm allergic to four hour car trips in one day, especially during peak hour traffic}
Throughout my short life I've lived in a few different patches of Melbourne. Moving around is not very fun, and when we arrived in our current patch of Melbourne, the first thing I thought was 'this must be the bush'.
Which was silly, because there was a golf course down the road, and the local state park was more of an empty paddock than thick bushland. And my 'this must be the bush' thought wasn't along the lines of 'the bush is an awesome place to live!'... no, it was more like 'living in the bush is living in the middle of nowhere! Get me out of here!'.
It was an over-reaction.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
My Two Cents: Routine
This is my first week of Semester One 2012, the beginning of the final year of my degree. Final year. Did anyone just hear me say final year? I'm not sure if that is possible.
For the past two months I have officially been on holidays. This means I've been living life without the shackles of study holding me back from staying up late, spending an entire day just baking, or watching two movies in a row. If this sounds decadent, let me tell you, after two months of decadence I'm just rearing to take back the shackles of study. I've run out of movies to watch, my baking has damaged the kitchen, and I'm beginning to remember that I'll stay up late studying all year...
Holiday routine: Sleep until we wake naturally. Shop spontaneously. Volunteer for everything. Begin lengthy craft projects. Spring clean. Read when not doing any of the above.
Actually, I didn't turn into a completely lazy young adult with nothing to do (two months is a long time to do that). I was born a list-maker.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Summer Reads: Bleak House
Over the past month I've been reading from this pile of books from my local library.
After having the genius idea of borrowing Charles Dickens' Bleak House which is probably the thickest book I've ever read... well, I haven't read too much else. I'm the type of manic reader who can read a novel a day.
Bleak House is five or six novels.
Observe.
This large volume has been my dear friend for the last few weeks. It came with me to the doctor's waiting room, to Nonna's house (there was waiting involved), in my carry on luggage on an aeroplane (I know, I'm crazy), and it kept my company during a seven hour delay at the airport.
When I finished the final page (the 1010th page including appendices), I felt compelled to throw a party for the book. It was a long and epic journey.
After having the genius idea of borrowing Charles Dickens' Bleak House which is probably the thickest book I've ever read... well, I haven't read too much else. I'm the type of manic reader who can read a novel a day.
Bleak House is five or six novels.
Observe.
This large volume has been my dear friend for the last few weeks. It came with me to the doctor's waiting room, to Nonna's house (there was waiting involved), in my carry on luggage on an aeroplane (I know, I'm crazy), and it kept my company during a seven hour delay at the airport.
When I finished the final page (the 1010th page including appendices), I felt compelled to throw a party for the book. It was a long and epic journey.
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