a Journey

This has been a pathetically unproductive afternoon, and I've given up on any semblance of an essay before dinner. I wish I had more self-control to stop surfing the Net, and be more focused when searching for much-needed info to give the essays some lovely academic weight. Well, so now, all I have at the end of the afternoon after rising at 11-ish, is an outline and a scratchy understanding of what ANOVA means in the lovely world of stats.

I get butterflies in my tummy at the thought of how much of a class dunce I am. In year 3, and my worst grades have to start appearing NOW. And no, a Serbian accent does not help one make sense of F-values and type III sum squares (or whachamacallit) and the like. I've been studiously surfing statistics for the early part of the afternoon. Perusing each page as though it were the Holy Grail to fill the vacuum in my understanding. I don't even think I am coherent any more.

 Whatever. The parents' are calling and I've yet to look decent enough to face civilisation. I want my new camera. NOW. Why must they wait 2 weeks to bring in the coloured ones?! (BTW, I convinced my dad that Fuji is better than Canon when it comes to my personal camera. I don't know what he's going to tell Uncle An*drew, but I think, I could very well tell him that if the iXus had put intelligent flash into their cameras, I'd buy them again. And maybe, he'll still be our friendly Canon man.)

Last night was fantastic. I love my girls. And, chilling till 4a.m. when it wasn't planned, is a pretty good sign of a lot of things. I think. Anyway, I got lucky. The birthday will be held MY way. (very, thankfully) Small with plenty of bubbly, good food and anecdotes to go around.

Peace n Love. I need a new blog.