I think I just realised how silly it is for me to ever complain about university. I mean, attending school in Australia is only mandatory up until tenth grade. From then onwards, you are voluntarily subjecting yourself to the sleepless nights spent on last minute assignments, the oral presentations (of which I loathe), the exams, the study, and the painful hours spent commuting back and forth each day.

It’s not that the university experience is entirely negative – it isn’t. It’s sure as hell just a lot easier to complain about the things that I hate about it. Being at university has opened a lot of doors for me and I have gained so much knowledge, not only about the world but about myself, in four short months. What sucks is that I am already having second thoughts about my chosen course, but I guess I am thankful that I have the capacity to realise this now, rather than three years down the track with a big old school fee to compliment my massive indecisiveness.

Now, to finish that group IT assignment that’s due in less than four hours and is dangerously incomplete…

Today it rained as much as it would in an entire month in a single day - a taste of Melbourne weather for you. Today also marks the completion and survival of my first semester at university. The following 1.5 months will consist of nothing more than good books, English Breakfast, foreign movies, warm blankets, sleep, sleep, and sleep.

You know when you inextricably associate a certain name with a certain personality, or one person with another? Yeah, I did it. My IT professor and Sam Beam. Damn it.

Has started a travel fund money box. Europe, give me a decade or two.

Florence Welch, you are enchanting.

My levels of motivation are evidently sky-high. I attended a single engineering lecture last week and nothing else. All I did was sleep and eat and feel like death. I’m sorry that I haven’t replied to messages, I’ll get back to you soon enough. Promise.
Please just let me get through this week alive.