Terra Cotta Warriors at the Art Gallery of NSW...

Amazing if there weren't so many people shouldering me out of the way, pumbling me with bags as they turn around or force their way past and rambing their childrens strollers into the backs of my legs or entirly blocking the way into the room. I shall simply have to visit them in there original home in China; get the full affect.

First Day of Uni....

The day has finally come and gone, my first day as a uni student and it was not without its moments. Beginning the day with my mother threatening to follow me around all day weeping, a joke I hoped at the time, as she lovingly drove me to my first day appropriately getting lost for me in the tangle of streets surrounding the uni. My anxiety steadily growing as we arrived at our destination 10mins late and she insisted on driving up as close as possible to the main walkway and stopping awkwardly close on a road I maintain was restricted access. I promptly made my way to my first lesson as it began to sprinkle, ominous clouds closing in which in most instances I would quite enjoy but in this instance they only added to my overwhelming sense of impending doom as I rushed to the farthest building on campus, getting suitably lost as there was a distinct lack of signs and I forgot my map, eventually discovering it hiding behind a group of trees. To my delight on arrival, then 25 minutes late, I discovered a darkened abandoned class room; practicals start second week stupid.
So with a two hour wait ahead before my next lecture I mosied on down to the campus hub to hide in a corner and read my book, avoiding eye contact with the sprukers of the various uni clubs and societies along the way lest I be coerced into joining some cult. The time passed pleasantly enough and the following two hours of lectures were some what informative, as is the am of the whole endeavor.
I left the campus in reasonably spirits and it was not until I reach the train station that I discovered  my favorite badge, "Postmodernist Panda" featuring a faceless cartoon bear, was missing from where I had pinned it on my bag. A quick search of the vicinity proved futile and I trudged home cursing my naivety at trusting my bag to hold on to it for my.
Despite this graver lost my moon was lifted as this afternoon my friend introduced me to another amusing show (I know, more TV, sorry) My Life As Liz and and curious movie "Bronson". So until I have anything else to say i bit you adue.

Op Shops I love you...

A pristine pair of black Tony Biacno court heels for $20 and the complete first season of one of my favourite shows, Pushing Daisies, for $9. It has been a good day.

The Picture of Dorian Gray...

Having intended to read Oscar Wilde's original novel before viewing the mist recent cinematic adaptation, I found myself unable to resist as it appeared on one of the movie channels this week. This is how I came to spend my evening, after a long day of Uni orientation and my debut as a tutor, curled up on the sofa with young master Maximus P. Periwinkle and fraulein Mitze Genevieve Vonschnitzel, my beloved Fox Terrier x Jack Russels. Despite my hesitation to see the film, lest I spoil my chance to read it, I have found that I am rather more compelled to begin it, that is after I complete my current book. The Passage, recommended to my by my aunt, is a strange and interesting account of future America as it is decimated by a curious virus which turns its victims, those who survive, into vampiric creatures though not at all of the idealised Twilight persuasion; think more savage blood thirsty, frighteningly human yet bestial creatures driven by base instinct. Surprisingly good really and interestingly, as the rest of humanity dies out, Australia survives; score one geographic isolation.

Oh that they where mine....

Alice by Temperly - £208.51

Proenza Schouler PS1 - £1,500

  

Allsaints Spitalfields, Queen of Bones tee - Sold Out (NOOOOOOOOoooooooooo)

I watch far too much television... Isn't it grand

A whole day whiled away on Supernatural (The first few seasons, before it got all weirdly christian, when it was all faerie, magick and folklore), the Sims and origami stegosauri as I hid from the sweltering heat, locked away in my air conditioned oasis.

Afraid you aught to know...

Just a few of my favourite phobias:

• Antidaeophobia - Fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you
• Arachibutyrophobia - Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
• Allodoxaphobia - Fear of opinions. (The scurge of the blogger)
• Automatonophobia - Fear of any inanimate object that represents a sentient being, eg. statues, dummies, robots, etc.
• Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia- Fear of long words.

So many acronyms...

Braved the heat of Ryde to enroll today at Mac Uni, the administrators of whom make it as confusing as possible to enroll in the first place let alone if you are applying for a double degree as I was. Releasing information bit by fragmented bit they encode everything with personal abreviatiuons and acronyms. Though I eventually succeeded in my endevor and enrolled in my BA/BSc however I have yet to choose my majors, though I have four years of study, I am sure to make my mind up sooner or later.