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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Sunday 6 November 2005 (Day View)

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06.11.2005 – Sunday 6 November – Studying

Morning

• I had another pleasant sleep-in, followed by discussions about the origins of church pews, their pricing, the sexist way in which they’re moved, and so on.

Midday

• I had planned to go to uni early and study, but somehow this just didn’t happen. I blame Bronwen.

2:53pm

• Well, here I am at uni, having just done a minor update of my website and feeling guilty for procrastinating.

3:16pm

• Off to the Ville, through a light rain, for sustenance. I will then study hard.

4:09pm

• Back from the Ville, with twenty Milky Way bars (they were on special), two small punnets of strawberry yoghurt, a litre of pine coconut fruit drink, and a bag of “yellow”.

4:39pm

• My journal is up-to-date; Clint has rushed off to study, having slept in until three o’clock; Maz has rushed off to work, having just realised he’s late; and there’s only Ella left online—I think I can handle one person, and can now safely begin my study.

7pm

• The view from the balcony on level six of GPS is quite nice. It has been raining, so everything is shiny. There are lights reflecting off the lakes, the coloured lights of the city shining brightly and clearly in the distance, and little lights peeping through the trees everywhere. Unfortunately, my study isn’t going that well—I’m reading my philosophy, but still have no idea how I’m going to turn it into an essay.

8pm

• Scrap study. It doesn’t work. I’m going home.

1:15am

• The journey home was a little more interesting than normal—a city cat into the city, rather than the usual boring bus, then a dimly lit (not lit at all, really) luxury coach through roads I’m not used to, instead of the train. I should get to bed, but first, a little relaxing web browsing and a titch of sleep-inducing music while I check what time I need to get up for the train tomorrow and synchronise my phone with Outlook, so I’ve some chance of remembering when and what to do.

1:35am

• It looks like I won’t be getting much sleep—six and a half hours if I go to bed five minutes ago—so off to bed I am.

Comment by Mum – Wednesday 9 November 2005, 8:40 PM

  Gasp. A "bag of yellow". A bag of yellow? Holy mackerel, yellow what?

Comment by Ned – Thursday 10 November 2005, 10:04 AM

  They’re cheese chips a little bit like “Twisties”, except softer and cheaper.