The only thing that keeps me focused in the 3hr Tuesday afternoon lecture...

Im a big kid now *dun, dun*....

Scratch that I am an adult. Today I am finally 18 years of age and am legally allowed to drink, gamble, vote, attend better concerts and R rated movie, enter legal contracts, smoke, get married, by porn and prostitutes (however I don't intend to do the latter four). I was awoken this moring by my parents who bestowing upon me an IOU for birthday presents before hurredly leaving for work and collage. My only hope is that I get to choose something I truly want and that my birthday gathering is better than last year when my friends turned up an hour late while I waited at the wharf in the freezing wind only to show up and decide that we were not going to a movie like I wanted but were going to go to a crappy resterant for dinner and bearly even acknowledge that it was my birthday celebration; however three of them later delighted me with presents. (Oh god I sound so materialistic and greedy but I had hoped that when attending a birthday party of a friend they would atleast bring a small token or turn up on time or acknowledge the person whose birthday it was as I would for them). Even worse I later found out that one of my best friends, who had been conspicously absent after assuring me she would attend, waited at the cinema for us for over an hour because she didn't have her phone and thus did not recieve the text telling everyone where to meet; I felt so terrible when I found out, especially since I almost went looking for her there after waiting for her another 15mins after everyone else arrived and subsequently went ahead to the resterant.
Well enough with my complaning, I am off to do grown up things. Until next I write...

Tip of the day...

Do not trust the forest coaches bus time table; I don't care what it says there is no 8:39am 280 to Chatswood. If it doesn't show up until 9:09am, the time of the next bus, then it does not exist. In a reasonable world it should not take me 2 hours to get to my uni 45 minutes away

Combining my love of oragami creatures and my love of Hayao Miyazaki films, I give you...

ORIGAMI TOTORO

Oh To Be A Naturalist...

I would treasure an insect collect the caliber of those displayed in natural history museums or even one or two select specimens however I couldn't bare to kill so many beautiful creatures, especially those with lives so fleeting. Thus I  have devised something in the way of an alternative; paper butterflies. Cut from leftover pages of magazines I have already scavenged, I can produce an almost inexhaustible supply of pseudo-butterflies for my collection. It may not be quite the same and certainly up close doesn't hold the same appeal as the true specimens but on mass they are magnificent; particularly as they flutter in the breeze.
Now, what to do about the beetles?