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As you may or may not know, I'm at university now, studying to be a lawyer/medical scientist. And while thinking about my future career-wise (that is, to be or not to be a barrister/pathologist/etc.), I have turned back towards remembering what I wanted to be when I was little. So, in no particular order, here is what I wanted to be when I was little: 

1. Cryptozoologist
I used to be way, way into things like this when I was little. Like, you know, ghosts, aliens, ancient submerged cities, etc. Until I realised at the age of about 10 that there wasn't a lot of money in it. Not only that, but I also realised that cryptozoology isn't technically a real science.

2. Archaeologist
Things like Petra in Jordan, and the Pyramids, and Macchu Picchu in Peru, have always piqued my interest. Unlike cryptozoology, archaeology is a worthwhile contribution to society. Although, as above, I realised that there wasn't enough money in the field of archaeology, and I decided to nix it, for the plain and simple reason that I don't love it enough to do it for free.

3. Teacher
Giving lessons when I was in Cadets was fun. Until I realised (not too long ago) that I hate anybody under 16 - namely, my little sister and my younger cousins - and I probably couldn't pursue this career without going postal.

4. Doctor
Notwithstanding the astronomical marks I would have to obtain to even study medicine, my inability to tolerate people complaining about their ailments would inevitable be an insuperable obstacle to me becoming a doctor. It's more the theoretical side of medicine that interests me, not the practical.

5. Author
Can't pull off the brooding, Byronic genius well enough, simply because I tend not to brood and I'm not particularly Byronic.

But now, when I grow up, I've decided on a few careers: some pipe dreams, some possibly not:

1. Criminal Prosecution Lawyer/Medical Malpractice Lawyer
Basically what I'm in training to do. The field of prosecution sounds wicked interesting, while the medical malpractice side of it might actually utilise the Bachelor of Medical Science that I'm undertaking - next year - so I might actually get my $8,000 worth of tertiary education out of it.

2. Torchwood Agent
Obviously a complete pipe dream, as Torchwood isn't actually real. Doesn't stop me hoping, though.

3. Prostitute
A neato way of paying off HECS debts, no? Even if it is allegedly soul-destroying.

4. Journalist
I actually wanted to become a journalist, towards the end of Year 12. But in the end I decided that it was far too competitive for my tastes, and I find it difficult to write to a deadline. Yet I'm studying to become a lawyer. Inconsistent? Me? Never.

5. Actor
I have a pipe dream of attending the Oscars as a nominee for Best Actor/Best Supporting Actor. Whatever.
Oh God, it happened. It finally happened.
Not as bad as I thought it would be.
And I thought I would feel different to, but, to be honest, I don't really feel any different.

Jun. 25th, 2009

I know, I know. It's been ages since I've posted, over a month at least.
And, a lot has happened: I've finished my first semester of uni (relatively) unscathed, my stepmother and my father are having a knockdown dragout fight in the courts (with my stepmother occasionally attempting to pull my sister and I into the whole mess), I have a fella, and I moved again.
So, like I did when I moved from the Hut to Shell Cove, I'm going to draw up a list of pros and cons of the new house:
The deck
Yes, it is true, we have a deck at this place, which means that I can sit outside and drink coffee/alcohol and smoke/read the paper in relative comfort.
NO MORE FUCKING TILES means that this place doesn't have the excellent acoustics of the previous house. THIS IS A GOOD THING.
It's much smaller
Ordinarily, this would be a con. But, considering how long it took to clean the previous fucking house, this is amazing.
There is an alcohol cupboard
To an aspiring dipsomaniac as myself, this is where I pray to the Great Gods of Gin and Midori.
Big backyard
Just so little Fatty can run around as much as he wants. So he actually doesn't run out of places to pee outside and then doesn't pee inside.

Proximity to shitty areas of town
I don't want my television stolen. Simple as that.
Strange neighbours
There's a batty old woman next door who entices her dogs in with the call of "Do you want some cheese?" And her cat wants to kill me.
It's smaller
I can't escape if I need to.
The bathroom
The bathtub's too small, the whole room's too small, and I suspect it has a sealing problem. But the shower is fucking amazing.
So so tired.
I swear to God I'm so tired I'm going to cry.
But it's just over a week and I go back to uni.
Happy days.

Apr. 5th, 2009

Things You Might Not Know About Me

My Special Talent
I can pick good apples out of the bad ones at supermarkets. I'm also handy at picking out avocados.

I like to read a lot
I used to be so obsessive about books. However, the whole 'reading Law textbooks' thing I have now at uni is slowly but surely blunting that edge.

I can't eat camembert cheese
My throat closes up. It's probably because I'm allergic to penicillin.

I'm obsessed with spelling errors
Not sure if this is because I entered a national spelling competition (and came 18th out of all Australia, natch) when I was in Year 7, but every time I open the newspaper I look for spelling errors. Happens more than you'd think.

Shopping centres scare me
If there are too many people in a shopping centre I start to freak out.

I'm pretty easy
Doesn't take much to seduce me.

I used to listen to classical music exclusively
Mozart, Strauss, you name it, I was listening to it. And pretending to conduct a symphony orchestra at the same time.

I once pretended I was Pikachu
I am not joking. I get that obsessed with stuff.


Today is a free day, hoorah for free days.
This means I get to spend my whole day in my jim jams, eating ramen (with a fried egg on top - thank you Heidi and DJ) and watching telly.
Although I'm going on an egg craze. I can't stop.

Mar. 29th, 2009

I hope that hobbit-like law lecturer from UNE doesn't stop good old K-Rudd's stimulus package.
It's so typical (sorry for the undercurrent of Marxism in this post) that the rich people don't care about what happens to the peons.
Some of us are actually relying on that bonus to come through. Like, you know, not necessarily for a new wardrobe or anything, but for something like bond for the new house that I'm going to be moving into with my mother and my sister (when said sister comes back from NZ). And removalist costs. And possibly a tattoo.
But the point is, it just doesn't seem right that some crusty old man, to whom $900 is probably small change, can affect the lives of so many people just by challenging this stimulus package.
What a terribly insensitive way to make a point.
If it goes through (and here's hoping it doesn't) that man will become the most hated man in Australia.
And, if it does go through, and this stimulus package isn't delivered (and it might be the one thing that could save this economy; the IMF sure thinks it's a swell idea), this man could, almost single-handedly, ruin Australia.
But somehow, as he rolls his Mercedes-Benz out of his five-thousand car garage, I don't think it's going to matter all that much to him.


I have decided to write this entry in haiku:
Fuck fuckity fuck.
I am so shagged in this moment.
Haircut tomorrow.


So, so tired.
Of uni, and of not having a fella.
And yes I know the spiel, how I don't need someone to identify myself, but still, the fact remains:
I am, quite literally, gagging for it.


Good things I have done today
1. Lent the use of my lighter to an Indian student before Legal Research and Writing today.
2. Helped the rubbish man collect some of the used coffee cups on my table.
3. Put my used newspaper in the recycling bin instead of the normal one (it wouldn't fit in the normal one).
Bad things I have done today
1. Being a pain in the ass to James as he was trying to read the Module for Legal Research and Writing before class.
Aside from that, my day's been pretty uneventful.