tenacity.

And we are so near I can almost taste it.

We will ignore my panicked running around the house.

threads.

Wispy, fragile things that are so hard to hold on to.

And they snap when you try too hard.

false hope.

The credit points from this year have already been added to my total - bringing it to 240. Whether this is any reflection that I have actually passed the year is debatable, and no one is very sure what it actually means. Most of us are holding up to the mantra that the Faculty lives to screw us over, and are skeptical.

I remain skeptical, but also want to believe that I passed. Oh well, the board of examiners meets tomorrow.

Facebook is full of all these people who have already jumped country, we're still left behind. Not that I'm complaining much, after all I do still need to find somewhere to stay. And all the extra packing time that I don't need (but that Deepak probaby does, seeing as he only bought his pack yesterday).

I'm raring to go!

Countdown = 5 more days.

countdown.

8 days to lift-off, baby.

one week.

Because it seems like we moved into this house a week ago. And now the year's already over. And I don't think that I need to cancel my plane ticket to Nepal.

Last night, as we toasted each other over dinner and reminisced about the year, I was a little sad. I've had such great times here in Bunbury, RCS was the best decision I've made regarding my education. And well, life in general as well. I've learnt so much and made such fantastic friends. Even studying for exams was enjoyable for the company (we will neglect to mention the month-long study break). I loved my teachers. I can find a vein just as well as the next heroin addict.

And you know, I now believe in soulmates. Not the romantic kind, mind you. The kind where you meet and recognise yourself, and there is affection and respect - no love or desire. Where you are the same person. And I hope that we will be friends for life (actually, I highly doubt that I can avoid it).

As I pack up my stuff and when I hand it my keys and the beepy card that gets me into ED, it won't be without a twinge of regret.

Just one more year to go to graduation!

anxiety.

Exams start tomorrow and I feel a distinct lack of anxiety. I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing.

spreading the loveeee.

rich.

I feel like making something buttery and sweet. Possibly involving apples.

Maybe tomorrow.

hope.

pre-exam procrastination.

Last night we were drinking tea at 2.30 in the morning and discussing our personal pros and cons. Nevermind that we have an exam on Wednesday morning and quite frankly I have way too much to do before Friday rolls around. As it turns out, it was said that I have an addictive personality. And so I do - I just try to steer it away from computer games and into enjoyable and potentially useful skills such as learning how to knit and photography, which I have thrown myself into with the singlemindedness particularly characteristic of individuals with short attention spans.

In fact, I rememeber that it was this time last year that this obsession started. Generally, during exams, I tend to pick a topic that vaguely interests me and extensively research it in lieu of actually studying. Last year, it was DSLR cameras. This year, it appears to be photography. Next year, I predict that it will be Polariods or Holgas. After all, The Impossible Project is attempting to ressurect instant film.

So, recently, I have discovered the GIMP. Which is the poor-man substitute for Photoshop - but really, it does work quite well. I had also discovered PS actions, and had a little bleah moment when I realised that it was really out of my reach price-wise (we shall ignore the option of downloading illegally off the internet for the moment). But along came GIMP scripts and decent photomanupilation!