I’m writing this while waiting for eight o’clock to roll around so that I can call Angus without interrupting his dinner. Angus is the computer tech for the building, and I’m hoping he can help me access VPN… which lets me get onto the Uni internet system remotely, which would let me use Skype, youtube, etc. without having to worry about the limit on megabites. But he’s probably still at dinner, so I’m waiting until eight, which is when people get kicked out of the dining hall.
I’m also putting off starting my essay (so what else is new?), which is on Aboriginal women and the issue of prison. It’s for my Class Which Should Be Interesting But Actually Just Makes Me Want to Kill Things, “Australian Indigenous Studies”. Only has to be 800 words (to give you some perspective, I’ve already written 143 words here) but I’m still being a tool about it.
Speaking as we just were of classes. I have four. In descending order from favorite to least favorite, they are…
- From Mateship to Mardi Gras – a history of gay and lesbian life in the Commonwealth
- Short Fiction – a creative writing course on the short story; I’m enjoying it despite there being some things about the course that make me roll my eyes and sigh
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- Australian Indigenous Studies – a first-year subject that covers a variety of topics covering Aboriginals; the lecture is mad as a hatter and all over the place, but I like the tutorials
They’re all okay; the first one makes me want to take a queer-studies course back home, because I want to see how things are different in the
I’ve been trying to find stuff to do down at Uni – so far I’ve got Girlzone (it’s a bunch of girls that get together to discuss subjects of interest to queer and straight women… and hang out and watch movies), CHAs (Cosmic Hitchhiker’s Association… yeah), the Sci-fi/Fantasy/SCA group, who are a lot of fun and really nice, and – once I get my butt in gear and actually bother to go – a tumbling/juggling/etc group.
Play rehearsals are going well. James/Ramsey and I ran our scene so many times today that my voice is hoarse from yelling at him and my arm sore from hitting him with my “umbrella” (actually a rolled-up newspaper; we haven’t got the props yet). On the plus side, I have the entire scene committed to memory and the blocking worked out with James (finally). I’m having great fun being incredibly loud, bullying my husband (Mr. Bancroft, played by the mild-mannered DJ), bossing my daughter (empty-headed Kitty, played by very smart Divya), getting into staring contests with Ingeborg (the German maid, played by Pam-from-Singapore), fawning over the Baron (Martin, who is actually a werewolf, played by deep-voiced American Dave) and verbally abusing my butler (secretly-the-Lord D’Arcy, played by the very patient Amit).
Tomorrow is Sunday. I have music rehearsals. Hopefully I’ll be getting together with
I’ve been busy. Life has settled down into a routine. I went out for the first time after Winter Dinner (summary: while we wear academic robes and formal clothes, the House provides free alcohol, allowing most students, half the tutors, and the Head of House to get totally smashed, and then everyone goes out after to Pug’s). I had two glasses of wine before dinner on an empty stomach which meant I was sleepy, but it was fun anyway. I met DJ’s brother, and a boy named Callan who says his parents made the name up and it drives him crazy. I walked home with a group of girls, including Kat, who I need to talk to about playing field hockey.
The most exciting thing to happen today was finding out that my hair is just long enough to put in a ponytail. Saturdays are very quiet. I slept ‘til noon, then went to rehearsal.
I’m going to call Angus. This is about eight hundred words right here so I now know how long my essay has to be. Wicked.
EDIT: Called Angus. No Angus. Where are you?
Cheers!
