my entry title sounds kind of porny, but the late night excitement is: i have 1, 029 words for my world politics essay yay! i thought i would just stall and like, fail at life (i do that alot), but it's coming along alright. and all my subjects are coming together really well, because the historiography we've done in ARIS is letting my better evaluate the scholarship in government, esp. since i chose the Afghanistan question, and the writings are totes influenced by western scholar's sometimes way too ignorant view of the east. it pisses me off sometimes and i will rant about it later. point is: words.

you know what was an inter-disciplinary party this afternoon? the School of Historical and Philosophical Inquiry office. so many kids were handing in assessments for a bunch of subjects. it was all accidental-gropage town in a space about 12 metres square.

fiona ly says if i hand in my resume and Chandilly's Cafe in Macquarie Centre, and she recommends me, i will get a job. i am pretty excited, because i was shopping with my mother today and when she walked out of the store i thought "there goes my money", and i felt keenly the shackles of my financial dependence.

speaking of finance, my government subjects require me to read alot of macroeconomic stuff, and i feel pretty hardcore being able to toss around words like 'fiscal framework', but i think i should take an economics bridging course this summer, to make sure i can have sophisticated understanding of things.


some artist guy asked me to be in his painting, and i said yeah sure, but i dont really want to anymore? is it rude to call up and say "i changed my mind"? he showed me the plan and it looked like a cool painting, but i just dont know if i want to do it? opinions pls?

oh i saw 300 with cass today (last minute outings are so fun) and we were both wearing grey cardigans (grey is so hot right now) and 300, rly, is laughable. but the camera filters and some of the shots are pretty, and there is definitely soem Sacred Band-esque action going on, and some of the boys are kind of cute. Darius was hilarious in a completely-misinterpreted, gilgamesh-large kind of way. and there were boobies. if you have money, i would say it is worth twelve dollars, but take a friend so you can laugh together. or, use it as a makeout movie because the writing is so terrible you dont want to listen, and the plot is easy to follow even if there is a hand up your skirt. not that i would know about these things.

srsly, my film reviews are the most practical

i have sooo many kitten icons. and sooo many words written. win.