KitKat

Listening to: Scouting for Girls
” I love the way she plays it cool. “

It’s been a long time since my last update and needless to say tons have happened but none that I have deemed worthy for you guys to want to read about continuously for a page and a half. But since my social life has been shite I think I will let you guys endure a little bit just so you know what I’ve been up to and to assure you that yes, I am alive.

My research project is on track so far but as usual my supervisor is riding me to get more done in less time… like that’s possible. Like I told Kelvin I don’t think the guy realizes that he’s talking to someone who takes 3 hours to wake up in the morning. However I need to step it up if I have even a chance of ending this year with a good thesis and an honours degree.

My super has pretty much assumed that I’ll be staying to do my PhD with him but at this point, 3 years of hard labour is not something I want to think about. If you ask me, if I had the chance, I would drop it all right now for a career in speech, art, drama or writing. God however seems to have a different plan in mind for me and I’ve come this far so I think I’ll hang around and see what happens.

I seem to be wanting more nowadays and am more willing to work for it – I used to be this huge bum who used to hang around the house in my pyjamas and want to sleep the day away and wait for lottery winnings to fall into my lap. Now I don’t just say I want to lose weight, I seriously don’t pick up those french fries or gouge on Coke.

COULD IT BE that I am growing up and becoming one of those people who actually do what they set their minds to? A few things haven’t changed though. I still don’t comb my hair in the morning just to annoy my mother because all she wants me to do is cut my hair short and I don’t want to because, well, (1) I like the messy look but (2) and more importantly because it annoys her that I do.

I’ve been sitting around the house staring at the walls trying to discern which colour would suit the personality of each area of the house best and surprisingly my parents have finally decided that they can trust me when it comes to decor – it’s not so hard I mean, you don’t paint your walls red if you have maroon furniture. It all started when I tricked them into getting an awesome pair of lamp shades from Ikea (they thought they were getting a different pair but I switched it at the last minute) and it totally cheered up the TV room – so yeah it’s good that my mother can’t wait to run a brush through my nested hair but that when I say that certain areas would look great in mustard, that she agrees. And not just for the sake of making me happy that she’s listened to me, while she picks out cerulean blue or whatever.

I assisted on a mouse ovariectomy (a surgical procedure that removes ovaries) yesterday and it still amazes me that i can stand the sight of blood and peer into the vast desert land of organs while my supervisor was hard at work and not have my lunch come back to say hello. I used to be the one who would stoicly pin all my friends’ mice to those cork boards during dissection pracs in Immunology and yet the tornado episode on Desperate Housewives still managed to make me tear. I don’t know the point I’m trying to make here but the irony is pretty striking.

That’s it I guess. I like my life right now although I could do with more rest and a bit more money to pointlessly blow on a gorgeous dress or a new pair of heels, it’s a bit hard to do shop therapy when there’s no green lining your deep pockets. Oh and my friends started circling a petition for people to stop eating terrapin/turtle eggs in view of the recent erm… “celebrity” consumption affair. Remember when Naomi Campbell was dropped as a spokesperson for PETA when she wore fur on the catwalk and then upset them again in 2004 when she took up hunting?

And no, you’re not a hippie if you stand up for what you believe in. You’re a wuss if you don’t.
And I like that John Mayer and Jennifer Aniston are together, they both need a break – the former from Jessica Simpson (that would take more than just another woman to get over) and the other just needs a break and a man who will write an unbelievably flattering song about her body wonderland.

Oh and people should stop banging chocolate over the head because it stimulates all those wonderful happy hormones like dopamine and serotonin that regulates mood! I’d like to see you pop a fibre bar in your mouth while you’re depressed and gain equal and instant relief.

Oh and I didn’t quite enjoy Indie 3 for all its hype, I only went for Shia LeBeouf, yum
Anyone wanna go watch Sex and The City the movie with me?