Wake up later than yesterday but earlier than necessary. Realise this, then snooooze. Put on my new orange and white chequered, 70s style golfer pants. Everyone needs golfer pants. Decide what top to wear. Every single colour clashes fabulously with orange. I decide on black- three layers because its freezing and I'm still getting over my cold from Saturday. Ask what time mum has to leave for work. her work is along the tram route to uni; riding with her means I can save a bus ride to the stop. She's leaving in twenty minutes; ARGH! Panic stations! Straggle out the door and open the gate for the car to drive through, with my hair combed but flowing behind me (plait it in the car on the way) and shrugging my jacket on. Realise once we get to the traffic lights that I have left my purse at home- have no metcard for the tram, no student or concession cards and not much disposable cash on me. This is still better than the day last week we shut the gate, got in the car, and mum realised I didn't have my glasses on. I also don't have the box of tissues I've taken to carrying around with me. Scab change off mum so I can buy a tram ticket. Arrive at uni early for a change- buy a raspberry muffin (brekky) and a box of tissues (for the sniffling), and pick up my copy of the Age. Amuse myself waiting for my poetry lecture by starting the sudoku, realise that I've stuffed it up and stop- can't find the nine letter word (tres annoying) but work out that puzzle with the four four letter words that all line up and cross over each other like a condensed four word crossword puzzle. Realise I've picked up two copies of the Age by mistake. Will have to return one. Joined by a friend and we sit on the lino floor and chat about Paul McDermott, Ross Noble and Rove until the lecturer swoops by and we all troop in. Lecture is somewhat interesting (Baudelaire and Bukowski (yay!) mentioned) as are the note conversations occurring between us and another friend who's arrived. End lecture. Am introduced to someone who's in my poetry tute by a friend who is friends with him, who knows him through his friend. Yes. He's polite which is always nice. I love people. Head off with the first friend to meet some people for what is initially planned to be chai, but turns into reclining on a weird modern art sculpture on the lawns. Take layers on and off when I feel hot and cold respectively. Temperature is a delicate balance, young grasshopper. Eat biscuits, finish muffin then pasta (rip-off), migrate lawns and meet more friends and have a good old chat about things from embarrassing encounters to the merits of belting in big shirts. Layering comes up. I realise I can remember assorted Chemistry formulae; n=m/mm , PV=nRT, (P1V1)/T1= (P2V2)/T2. Excellent- I'm sure that'll come in handy. Check out the band playing- they're pretty good but there's less people around than usual which is odd. Get bored of feeling like a loner and head back to friends on grass (lawns not smoking). Realise class starts in a bit so return paper, check in with the lovely student media peeps, go to the library with a friend, then head off to a Developmental Psych lecture. Scintillating stuff- language is localised in the left hemisphere. This is obvious to me and seems a bit ridiculous that we're been told again after it's been drilled in so many times. Realise that that was in Behavioural Neuroscience. That would explain it. Get taught. Monkeys and apes only ever reach about the 'language ability' of an 18 month old and don't have syntax, so are not recognised to have language. See video of a child applying 'language rules' such as formation of plurals to prove that we dont just store a massive memory bank of words- we can work out the appropriate tenses, plurals etc from rules we learn. Meet up with a friend on the way out. She's just had a birthday and is way younger than I'd thought. Awesome. Computer lab. class for Quantitative Methods (the maths part of psych.) boring and tricky, but the tutor's nice. Somehow the hour flies really fast. Finish and trot off to the Quant. Methods lectures- two separate hours taught by two different lecturers. Both are really into their subjects- shame I'm not. The first hour lecturer is exceptionally theatrical. My friend and I agree he would be right at home on stage in Shakespeare. He has that short greying beard-y look to him that would totally suit a ruff and breeches. Its freezing in this lecture theatre and it always is; I layer up again. Slimy haired blonde pretty boy sits in the row in front. We see him all the time. He fell of his front row chair in a lecture last week. My friend suggests he was seeking attention- he's just that kind of person. We must keep the confident types down! Second hour starts. Sleepy, so sleepy. Start imagining my day with a Bridget Jones style voiceover and it reminds me of the cat food ad where the cat says "resolve never ever to eat leftovers" in a pretentious voice before its favourite food is brought out. I hate cats. Lecture over, friend leaves but lasso another who's catching the tram with me. Chat about the Sidney Nolan exhibition (my, how cultured) and what we learned in Dev Psych (she was in a later lecture than me). Tram it. Walking home I spot a family friend and person I went to primary school with holding hands with what I assume to be another person I went to primary school with. I wave, they dont see me. Not bothered. if it is her, she loks quite different. he doesn't. What a difference eight years can make. Am ravenous. See people doing lunges in the park. Suckers. I really should be doing some; haven't been to the gym in ages. Get home and discover nice note from mum- got a job I had a trial for yesterday and boss wants to know if I can work Thursday arvo. have uni 2pm-6pm Thursday, so um, no. Call him and deliver message to that effect.

Apologetically.