Moving on from the stone age is probably a VERY good idea

Without meaning to, I've managed to completely kill my internet. Thank you university provider for killing my one and (what sometimes seems like) only source of entertainment. And no, it's not entirely my fault. It's your fault stupid internet company, for giving me a shoddy deal. Unlimited download for $28 dollars, that slows down to 64k after 2GB of download. HOW DOES THAT WORK?! It's just plain rude if you ask me. And far too expensive. I am not impressed. But, I guess I'm just going to learn how to deal. Until I can get some more.

I attempted to study this morning, in the library, but found that I couldn't use the wireless. I blame the fact that this university has yet to realise that quite a few students are opting to buy MACS rather than PCs. Thank you University of Ballarat for living in the some what useless stone-age of technology.

So, without the aid of the internet (something I'm ashamed to admit I, and probably most of my generation have become quite reliant on) I had to resort to using the school computers to find the books that I needed for this assignment that I'm really quite struggling with. That, was fine. However, the information that I received from my tutor about the aspect that I was struggling on, was not quite so fine. It made no sense whats so ever. So, I borrowed the books she suggested, and I'm going to attempt to read and further understand them before I approach her and call her an absolute twit and tell her to reconsider teaching, harsh, and something I'll never do. Instead I'll calmly approach her and ask her to explain further. Internally calling her a twit. What? I'm allowed to be some what bitter if she's being deliberately obtuse.

It's raining here in Ballarat. And I'm currently not wearing the correct shoes to wander outside. I may have to invest in a pair of chucks. Both comfortable AND fashionable. Oh my!

I may have to think about investing in a brightly coloured set, just to help elevate my mood when ever the fancy strikes me to look down at my feet (which I've noticed seems to happen a lot).

I'm currently looking at some Mac skins for my laptop. So that I can protect it, and make it look pretty. There is this pretty one, that would probably scare my mother. Or, this one, which is really quite pretty. But, I'm not entirely sure just yet. I have to further investigate this.

I miss my travelling friend. I want her hugs, I think of her whenever I look above my bed. One of her postcards is pinned there, waiting patiently for more travelling companions to arrive. I'm glad she's happy though. That's all I've ever wanted for her.

xx