Well, it has finally happened. I have finally reached that point in my prac, where I do not care how much I enjoy the work. I just want it to be over. And I want to be on holidays.

I want to be able to sleep in past ten again. I want to be able to drink in the middle of the week. I want to be able to peruse facebook without feeling guilty. But most of all, I just want to read books, on the beach, under my beach tent, with lots of sunscreen on.

Is this really too much to ask?

On another note, I was meditating in the shower today about how the presence of level 5 water restrictions in our life has lead to a new kind of whacky logic. Somewhat akin to calorie counting logic. I.E. If you eat you meal with other people, the calories do not count.

The piece of whacky water restriction logic that I find myself living by these days, goes something along the lines of . . .

If I am not home for a few days. I am entitled to a ten minute shower.

Aren’t the times we live in fun?

It’s 10.02pm, a Saturday night, I am at university, in a lab, with a head cold, writing an essay about listening to and involving children and young people in care with decisions about their life, it’s cold outside, and my space button is squeaky.

I’m a little bit over it.

So here is something to make everyone’s night just a little bit warmer . . .

So I have just exited another lockdown for another assignment and so far I am rather impressed with what I accomplished. I have . . .

• Potentially broken the world record on number of herbal teas consumed in a 24 hour period. The major benefit of not having caffeine anymore means that I can have lots and lots of herbal teas and not get all ‘bugged out’ and have ‘tummy issues’.
• Sent out an impressive level of electronic correspondence and organise future social events.
• Felt grumpy that on Tuesday night someone on in my local vicinity had the sheer audacity to have a loud, excellent sounding dance party (good quality dance music mind you, not just Ministry of Sound) while I was attempting to learn about ethical group work practice. Bastards.
• Turned down no less than TWO invitations to booze it up and ‘get jiggy wit it’.
• In partnership with Ian, undertaken a simultaneous, transcontinental google search to track down lots of lame people we knew in high school. This lead to . . .
• Me creating a face book account, which lead to . . .
• Me googling my name and still finding this Imposter Anne who doesn’t seem to get credit for very much as #1**; and
• Me realising what a significant oversight it was that I have not searched youtube for all of the Bollywood dances I have done and listed them on my website. This lead to  . . .
• Me being strong and not creating this list because my unfinished assignment was due in less than four hours. This lead to . . .
• Me completing the assignment which has now lead to . . .

The Lovely and Amazing Bollywood Dances That I Have Done and Mostly Forgotten. In order from earliest to latest.

• Maahi Ve
• Nach Baliye
• Chale Jaise Hawaien
• Mehndi Laga Ke Rakhna
• It’s the Time to Disco
• Dhoom Machale
• Hey Shava Shava
• Aashiqui Meri

This list is actually a pretty interesting showcase of popular Bollywood songs over the last ten years or so and if you have a half hour to forty minutes you’re looking to waste, I highly recommend viewing all of them. And I should point out that at least one or two of them are brilliantly ridiculous.

**Actually, I seem to have finally made an appearance as #2 and #3 on the google search for me. Interestingly they are both related to things I have done in the past year, not the things I have done in the past 10 years while I have had my own websites. Google, you are a fickle mistress.

Can you believe that for uni I had to undertake this test, a slimmed down Myers Briggs? My results are indicated in the subject line – an extrovert, surprise surprise.

Here are some, very selective, quotes from the explanations I was given for my personality type as at 1.28pm, Wednesday 18 April 2007.

The Teachers are found in no more than 2 or 3 percent of the population [I'm so darn special].
They like to have things settled and arranged. They prefer to plan both
work and social engagements ahead of time and tend to be absolutely reliable
in honoring these commitments. At the same time, Teachers are very much
at home in complex situations which require the juggling of much data with
little pre-planning.

Teachers have the charming
characteristic of taking for granted that their expectations will be met,
their implicit commands obeyed, never doubting that people will want to
do what they suggest. And, more often than not, people do, because this
type has extraordinary charisma. [Awww Yeah.]

Mikhail Gorbachev is
an example of a Teacher Idealist. [Not too mention Oprah, Ronald Regan and Ben Affleck {Noooooooooooooooo}]

And apparently, my ideal career types are . . . (2 ‘!’ s indicate I’m actually doing/done this; 1 ‘!’ indicates that I nearly did this; and ‘?’ indicates that I have thought about it)   

• Counseling
• Psychology
• Social Work (!!)
• Education (?)
• Physician (!)
• Science (!!)
• Computer Programming (!)
• Management (?)
• Politics (?)

Ok, so that part is actually a little disturbing . . .

But anyways, the reason I shared this is because I want you to do this test, that’s right – you! And I want you to leave a comment w your results, otherwise I will feel dejected and unloved – and no one likes to see someone as charismatic and wonderful (not too mention humble) as me sad . . . . And come on – everyone loves a personality test and it’s the perfect procrastination aid :)

Having spent the last eight days gallivanting about the countryside, I now find myself with one day to complete an assignment – albeit one of the most straightforward assignments of my university career.

Therefore I am trapped, in my parents "Kitchen Eating" with my father’s Vista infested laptop because (a) Over the past eight days my granny flat has denigrated into an stinky hell hole due to bin/fridge/unwashed dishes issues – in other words, procrastination central; and (b) my laptop, built for Windows ME, is too big and clunky for me to justify walking it from one end of the house to the other as I am regularly depressed by the sheer effort it takes to shift it from my bookshelf to the couch – a distance of about 50cm.

All I have to sustain me is milk, Cadbury Creme Eggs (I am saving the Lindt Bunny for my end-of-assignment reward) and about a weeks worth of Go Fug Yourself posts. So far I like this one and this one.

I am unsure if I will be able to make it through the night . . . . .

I think this pretty much justifies my decision to stay home from uni today…

Yes, you’re just trying to move things along. However, today a little goes a long way and in most cases, that little is already in place and requires precisely no nudging at all.

I friggin’ love this calander. So full of useful wisom and advice that can be twisted to mean whatever I want it to.

Meanwhile, sometimes, as a pedestrian, I wish it was possible to carry around placards with polite, yet firm, phrases to flash at motorists.

So far I can think of three placards that would cover most situations . . .

• "Wanker!"
• "Nice indication there mate (with a ">:<" to indicate my sarcasm and crossness)"
• "You know, if you continue to drive like that, you will die"

Are there any others?

I was trawling through some of my old uni essays and stumbled upon something I wrote about the blogging community being an example of a ‘virtual community’ and how this was a legitimate form of community. It looks like it was for a Technology and Society subject.

What struck me as I read through the text, apart from the large number of typos, poor referencing and ikky grammar errors, was just how much the mechanisms for developing online communities had changed since I wrote it in mid 2003. I mean, this was before MySpace, when LiveJournal was the ‘in’ thing (although it was never as ‘in’ as MySpace).

So I have decided to post my essay here
for posterity, seeing as it is already rather out of  date. I should warn you however that this is rather a long and dull piece, which abounds with interesting moments of impressively poor grammar. The only way of consoling myself to this fact is the memory that I did most of the readings in the bath and wrote the assignment the night before it was due. That, and how I somehow managed to score what can only be termed an obscenely high mark, in light of the rather appalling lack of effort that went into its production.

Enjoy world!

Today’s Capricornian Horoscope – courtesy of my ridiculous desktop calender:

A significant alteration to your program has been under consideration for ages. Although the gulf between words and deeds has yet to be spanned, Venus and chief Saturn are building a suspension bridge.

As I was sitting in the library yesterday, amidst the echos of several hundred thongs slapping the stairs, it hit me that 24 is really rather too old to still be doing an undergraduate degree. It would be ok if I was doing an honours or a masters or a phd or had not been to uni before, but to still be doing an undergraduate degree at my age? To still be at the same academic level as people born in 1988? It’s just not right. Ok, so quantitatively speaking, I have more tertiary education than them, but still.

The JAFFYs seem to be getting younger and skankier as the years go on, and I have seen hair so big and short shorts so short that it has made me feel slightly nauseous. And the image of the young shabby boy on the bus, with the scruffy drawn on bag, with the big headphones, with the tattered science fiction/fantasy novels just doesn’t hold the same appeal he held for me in 2001. Now I think it’s a bit silly and cannot help but wonder where all the men are. (Truth is they’re on the 7am buses to the city, not 10am buses to uni).

Although I did witness what  would have to win the Nerdiest Act on Public Transport award yesterday. A man, probably late twenties early thirties, whips out his laptop on the bus. And what does he start doing with that laptop? Why opening up high resolution comic books and beginning to read them. I had never seen anything like it. He even out trumps the young fellows who enjoy discussing the molecular structure of proteins and cell membranes during their ‘cruise time’ to uni. And that’s saying something.

I just couldn’t help myself – I keep saying this to people!

You scored as Postmodernist. Postmodernism is the belief in complete open interpretation. You see the universe as a collection of information with varying ways of putting it together. There is no absolute truth for you; even the most hardened facts are open to interpretation. Meaning relies on context and even the language you use to describe things should be subject to analysis. Postmodernist 100% Cultural Creative 88% Modernist 56% Materialist 56% Existentialist 44% Idealist 44% Romanticist 25% Fundamentalist 19% What is Your World View? created with QuizFarm.com