Decisions...

"Decisions" is a pretty difficult topic to write about, as there isn't really any way of starting, other than just to start listing their "credentials".

They're at the core of everything.

They are the core of everything.

They can make lives.

They can break lives.

They can simplify things.

They can complicate things.

They can eventuate into nothing.

They can eventuate into everything.

Could you say that the meaning of life is to make decisions? Well, regardless of whether or not you can, decisions are extremely important in every persons life. A fact which is painfully obvious. They shape the path our lives take.

People say that there are "right decisions", and "wrong decisions". But is this in actual fact true? Yes, someone can make a wrong decision in a situation, which may reflect badly on their lives in a smaller scale of time. But if you think about it, every decision you make in your life, is the correct one. Because, if every decision you make shapes the path of your life, then right or wrong doesn't come into the equation, if you believe that everything happens for a reason.

Now that may make no sense to me in the morning the way I've written it, as I've just taken two Codral Cold & Flu night time tablets, but in a weird way I think I've outlined/demonstrated the complexities of the "decision".

But having said that, I'm not trying to undermine the importance of trying to make the best decision you can. Decisions are extremely important, and shouldn't be taken lightly. And again, on the other hand, they shouldn't make you stress yourself into the grave.

As with all things in life, a balance needs to be found.

So perhaps you could now say, the meaning of life, is to find balance...

(If that was too deep, here, have a kitten)

Dear Exams...

Dear Exams,

I just have a few things to say to you.

Please go away.

You're causing me some unpleasant side-effects that I could do without:

• Headaches
• An army of forehead pimples (thank-you fringe)
• Fatigue
• Restlessness
• Dead social life
• Utter boredom
• Apathy

However, you have enabled me to perfect the art of procrastination, and for that, I guess I should be grateful.

Yours begrudgingly, mentally exhausted uni student.

For A Friend...

This is for a friend who's feeling a bit down in the dumps at the moment.

"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I know life may be a bit rough 'round the edges at the moment, but everything will work out fine.

Neighbours...

Noisy Neighbours + Study = Very Poor Concentration...

Since about 9am this morning, my neighbours have been making noise, on a fairly continual basis. It's not just normal neighbourhood noise, but constant shuffling of objects in their backyard, and heavy ones by the sounds of it.

In all honesty, it sounds like their attempting to move the Great Pyramid of Giza...

block by block...

I've tried everything I can think of to block out the sounds:

• move to a different part of the house - can still hear them
• turn on my music - can still hear them
• put my iPod into my ears - can still hear them
• use ear-plugs - can still hear them

...and now they've started hammering...

Saviour of the ink kind...

After my Geology exam today, I realised one thing:

This pen will be the style of pen that gets me through my exam.

It writes nicely.

The ink is scented.

It's from my work.

The thickness of the pen is just right.

The tip is the perfect thickness.

It is my perfect pen.

Thank-You Smiggle.

Betrayed...

So I'm pretty much feeling pretty betrayed by Geology at the moment.

Lets just say, we're not on speaking terms at the moment.

I mean, it's not like I asked much from it. Only to love me with the same passion as I loved it.

It's not as if I haven't spent the last 4 years sticking by it's side, despite the ridicule and sneering.

It's not as if I haven't often looked out of the car window on long car trips, looking along the sides of road cuttings for highways, with serene bliss.

It's not as if I haven't slowly collected little rocks and pebbles from holidays and field trips.

It's not as if I haven't restrained myself from falling asleep in Geology lectures, where many others would, with ease.

SO WHAT THE HELL GIVES, GEOLOGY?!

DOES MY LOVE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!

WHY MUST YOU BE SO DIFFICULT TO LOVE?!

DON'T YOU WANT TO HELP YOURSELF BE LOVED?!

Until you fix up your act, make the structural side of yourself easier to understand, and get rid of this nigh impossible intricate metamorphic bullshit, I shan't be speaking with you.

From your distressed FORMER biggest fan,

Extremely-stressed-out-and-incredibly-disgruntled-no-longer-eager Geology Student.

p.s. WHAT THE &*#$ IS A FORM LINE?!

New Sunglasses...

So these are my new sunglasses.

Not particularly interesting or exciting.

But sunnies do mean that the sun is shining once again.

If only I didn't have to stay inside and study...

Precipitation...

I'm getting really sick of all this rain.

Sick of being cold.

Sick of being wet.

Sick of being out in the cold and wet.

BUT, I do enjoy listening to the rain as I fall asleep...

What we have, is a conundrum...

By the way...

Arnott's "Mint Slice" + Taylor Kitsch = HEAVEN.

Between a rock and a hard place...

Ok, so pretty much, pub crawls are amazing fun.

Pub crawls with bar tabs are even better.

And pub crawls with bar tabs and geoscientists are as good as it gets.

BUT; pub crawls with bar tabs and geoscientists drinking "Snipers" from Kuletos Newtown, are phenomenal.

However, what's not phenomenal is looking in your wallet after said crawl, and discovering all your gold coins went into paying for pool all night...

Meow

xx

Jumar...

So this is my best friend's cat, Jumar.

Except he's not really a cat.

Sure he looks like a cat, and a pretty beautiful one at that. He sounds like a cat. Probably smells like a cat too.

But underneath all that cat-ness, he's a dog.

He is the only cat I've ever met, who enjoys having his belly rubbed, in much the same fashion you would an Alsatian. And he also fetches sticks. True, not when you throw them for him, but one day my friend and I were just inside chilling, and in trots Jumar, with a stick in his mouth.

And as a very young kitten (a few weeks old), he still had quite a character. If there was something to be investigated i.e. the contents of my bag, camera strap, my hair, my friends face, he'd be on the scene. And he did so with style, Ninja Kitty style.

Only Jumar could make the quantum leap from Ninja Kitten to Dog-Cat.

Meow

xx

Friends...

Today may have been a mammoth day at uni for me time-wise, but it made me realise the importance of friends in your life.

New and old.

There's something special about new friends. Advice you pick up. Observations of the same subject, from a slightly different point of view. Thoughts on a topic, worded slightly differently, that even though you've been told this a million times before, it all suddenly falls into place in your mind, and makes sense.

There's also something special about old friends, and the comfort they bring. No matter how stressed out of anxious you may be feeling, just experiencing that welcome comfort from these friends can make all your worries drift away from a few hours, and your mind can rest.

I was lucky enough to experience both types of friends today, and take something positive and energising from both instances.

They may or may not ever see this, but I just want to thank both for the happiness and serenity they brought into my life today.

:)

Meow

xx