pack rat

Oh my gosh, how does one end up with so much junk in such a tiny shoebox flat?! I thought I'd culled most of the useless things I owned a few months ago but it appears I was wrong. I guess you don't know how much stuff you have until you need to pack it all up into boxes and bags so it can be moved... into a bigger place... oh dear. That's just going to encourage more hoarding.

I'm the kind of person who forms sentimental attachments to pretty much everything: people, photos and letters, plush toys, CDs, shoes, study notes, pens, flash drives, old graphics cards I will never use again, that pretty shaped perfume bottle, those recipe books I've never opened, the ribbons we wore for the World Cup, last year's calander and diary...

Methinks I need to get ruthless. There may be tears. It won't be pretty.

nom nom

I make a mean baby spinach, red onion, shaved parmesan, sour cream, ham and bbq sauce wrap.

Just saying.

stress, my old friend

Exams in less than a week now, car expenses that I'm not sure I can cover, and moving to another town... I think the only thing I'm not so stressed about is work! Strange, I always thought that work would be one of the more stressful aspects of my life, but right now it is the one thing I am handling best. Just taking it as it comes, trying to learn the ropes as best I can.

I'm kind of freaking myself out about the fact that I'm not freaking out about it, hehe.

So on Thursday, I have an open book business stats exam. Open book should be easy, right? WRONG! I find that having the text and notes in the exam room is time consuming at best. Hence the exam stress. I sign the lease for my new flat on Monday, but won't be there for a couple of weeks because of the exam period - what if things aren't connected properly when it comes to moving day? Money issues are just naturally stressful, so yeah, no explanation needed there.

Just call me Stresshead.

moving

... is so exciting! I received a phonecall today to tell me I've been approved for that flat I applied for awhile ago. It's awesome timing, after a stressful day yesterday (we won't talk about the car breaking down while at an onsite job and costing a small fortune to fix) this good news is just what I needed to give me a boost before exams next week. I'm moving into a bigger, cleaner flat that is in the same town as where I currently work, not to mention I'll be much closer to some of my good mates. Trying to curb my excitement a little so I can study, hehe.

ups and downs

I am so stoked that I'm finally adjusting to daylight savings time, at last I can enjoy the fact that we have more light at the end of the day without feeling too tired to appreciate it. The first week is always the hardest.

My bank account is loving me this week, I actually have savings! So unusual for me to have any money set aside, I'm loving the fact that when I move I can afford to have everything connected, and start paying my grandmother back on top of saving for an awesome, amazingly comfortable queen sized ensemble. Sweet.

However, I'm still driving backwards and forwards for work, and I've been waiting for a week to hear back about a flat in Forbes that would suit me perfectly. If I am approved for this unit, I'll be cutting down costs on fuel. However, I only found out yesterday (from one of my bosses, not the real estate) that there are a few applications for the place I want, and the landlord needs to pick one. We offered to pay a week deposit to hold the flat till a decision was made about me either way - something every real estate I've gone through in the past has encouraged - and they said it wasn't necessary. If we could've done that, all this waiting and agonising could have been avoided. I'd know if I have the place or not, then be able to move on.

I want my hour back!

Three reasons why I hate the beginning of daylight savings time:

• I end up accidentally sleeping in
• my stomach has no idea when lunchtime is anymore
• everyone is walking around like zombies, it's scary

I don't mind it once my body gets used to it again seeing as I rather enjoy the extra sunlight at the end of the day and all that good stuff. But seriously, I'm struggling today! Maybe I shouldn't drive anywhere till tomorrow, hehe.

my random little mind

While I was in the shower (where I do all my most important thinking), a random thought occurred to me: has there ever been a situation where the "explicit content" stickers were put on the clean version of CDs instead of the uncensored ones? I can just imagine parents' horror hearing their children sing about drugs and fornication.

I hope the people in charge of these warning labels never screw up!