Short second post:

You know that assessment that was supposedly due on Friday 2nd? It’s now due Friday 9th…

Ok… a little better… but I thought guidelines were supposed to be posted 2 weeks’ beforehand? No matter, we have some more time for that 5% report

Great!

Still doesn’t alleviate any stress right now.

So much, so so so much stuff to remember!!!

Spent the past 12 hours studying (from 8-12 = 4 hours… 1-5 = 4 hours & 7-11= 4 hours)

And I don’t seem to remember a single thing!!!

On top of that, I’ve got a few more organisms to cover but it seems I’m not functioning mentally (aka brain dead!)

Sleeping now… And will wake up at 4am tomorrow morning.

Stressing and signing off,
A tired one.

To all of you who are wondering, no, I haven’t died yet. But almost.

Stress… Long hours of painful studying, assignmenting, researching, revising… Lack of sleep… Look what uni’s doing to me!! I’m sick again…

That’s right, second time in one month (last time was about 3 weeks ago)!

NOOOoooOO!!

Funnily/coincidentally enough, a friend of mine whom I haven’t seen for a while caught something a week before me last time and got it again last week! He suspects a second bug, but I’m not too sure. But whatever it is, please go awaaaaay!!

Anyway… To cheer myself up, I decided and insisted on a haircut today (I was browsing for a lot of alternative/indie/emo/punk/gothic hairstyle last night). Not feeling up for more violation, AG drove me to Strathfield and looked for a hairdressing place called “Zio” (opposite plaza), recommended from my friend Daph.

I walked into the place, and a man came and sat me down. Krystal, the Korean hairstylist that was going to cut my hair, came and asked me which style I wanted. So I explained it to her:

• Straight and short fringe
• Longer front bits
• Short and very layered back (similar to the last haircut)

She motioned me to the seat and started washing my hair and unlike the last lady, she didn’t rip my hair out!! So I decided to enjoy it, and she was really good/gentle!

After that, she asked if I trusted her and hearing my reply, got started on the cutting. We made small talk, and learned that she started out in Korea and has been a hairdresser for 10 years.

Some while later, she finished. And I looked at the new me.

Hilarious!!
Different!!
Non-alternative (as I had planned the night before)

But I really liked it, and Krystal looked please with herself. So I went to pay for her services: $35 – waaaaay cheaper than the one at Market City (yes, the violation one)! The man who originally served me appropriately added, “Next time, the messy hair look will be charged $45, because this is the first time, it’s $35″ and promptly handed me a loyalty card. Cool, didn’t know any hairdressing place have this system.

Feeling pleased, different and refreshed, I headed home. When dad saw me, he (sorta) flipped! And when mum saw me, the first thing she said was “Ohhh! My Korean daughter” …How did she know? O_o It seriously didn’t look like it to me… But I don’t know.

One of my only days which I start uni later is on the Wednesday (yay – midweek!); all other days I start at 9am. That usually isn’t so bad, but since the beginning of this semester, the bus line at Central has been horrific (I have yet to take a picture of the line because I am usually late to class, even though previous years I was never late)…

Anyway, today, a Wednesday, I was doing some research for my essay (B&D) at home until 10:30am to get readied to go. Grandpa wandered (with his pension train ticket) around and decided to pop in for a visit, and that just before 11am. Not expecting me, he was surprised to find me still at home. On a whim, he decided to cath the train to Central with me. We had a great catch up talk, the grandfather/daughter talk and quickly arrived at destination.

We walked to my bus line (relatively packed, but NOTHING compared to the 8:30am ones) and he bade me goodbye as I waited for the bus (came at around 10 mins later)… I looked around and saw that he was still waiting till I hopped on the bus… o.o; I merely got to my lab on time (1pm)… which was weird considering I actually left home earlier than other Wednesdays…

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So I got home from my quite-random 4-hour “DNA” lab today absolutely smashed, having done tideous things (such as loading an agarose gel with DNA samples) to really unusual things (e.g. sterilising carrots so we can introduce tumours in them over a 10 week period… and by sterilising, it must be VERY sterile! Or the carrot would rot by the end of the 10 weeks).

So I had dinner, walked a bit and watched a little bit of tv before heading for a catnap since I’d have to stay up to study for a test tomorrow (worth 15%)!

I woke up at around 9:30pm, groggy but starting to get refreshed… and tried to study. Noting I actually wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was, I started to stress.

And then my brother comes in and tells me to print his assignment off…

Back to studies… or rather, staring at the book, hoping it’d absorb into my head mysteriously…

Next he came in with a piece of paper telling me what he’s been warned of a suspension! WHAT’S THAT? My brother, the most well-behaved teenage in the school (absolute faith in him: he’s an awesome kid) – warning of suspension?

He explained it was because he was playfully “flicking his tie at his friend because his friend was flicking him with [friend's] tie…” and they both got warning letters… Ok…? I read the letter – “not tolerated”, “dangerous behaviour”…

Sigh.

That’s it? Ok, so my brother’s still a good boy. Phew.

Moving on, I tried studying again, searching on Google every so often… and then I hear a phone call… at 10:30pm! Who the heck?

Me: Hello?
Receiver: Hello!
Me: OMG! You’re back?! *phone hug*

It was my long lost friend, Fah! She just came back from Bengali (her sister had a wedding there and she skipped some uni days to go to it) and she called me first out of the girls… Missed her and touched with a lot of catching up to do, I stayed on the phone for a while, which really WASN’T a while because when she needed to go, it was midnight. MIDNIGHT! Poor effort.

So I decided to cram for an hour and wake up at 5am to do some more studying (test starts at 9am, and because of the bus line, I must prepare to get there earlier!).