The prodigal cat is settling in nicely, she's beautiful and so affectionate. My brother didn't make many runs today, but there will be other days. He's gone to Adelaide to watch the test match.
Days like today remind me that I'm going to have to make my life far more interesting if I'm going to keep up this blogging everyday business. My job hunting will step up into serious mode tomorrow. I have my uniform fitting on Monday and that gear will set me back about $550. Then there are books and equipment which will easily total over a grand. Oh uni, oh reality. My period of retirement is over and as Dr Phil says, "When you're unemployed, your full time job is finding a job."
I also have to work out whether I want to go on first year camp... On one hand, it could be really fun and there might be a hot, male, 18 year old physio student in need of 'advice' regarding adapting to university life (everyone needs one of those, right?)
On the other hand, it will predominantly be 18 and 19 year olds... That beautiful age where all of a sudden the little munchkins have way more legal privileges than common sense. I really enjoy that I no longer have to hold my friends' hair out of the way of a toilet bowl every time they lay eyes on something mildly alcoholic. Also, there will be ones who are young for their year, like I was back in the day, who won't be 18 yet... (Note to self: if you decide in favour of attending first year camp, be sure to ask for proof of age from anyone you look like "befriending" before you "befriend" them).
Oh the joys of being a non-year 12 entry first year! I'm not even that old. I'm 2.5 months too young to be officially 'mature age' and I'll be the same vintage as the kids who started school when they were 6 and took a gap year. So it's not so much my biological age, but the fact that I'm mentally 65. I should just turn up at uni wearing slacks, pearls and a cardigan.
Hmmm, there always was more than Charlie between our friendship, and know I understand more fully why! When I was your age, I actually did wear pearls, and twinsets or cardigans, but mid-calf length pleated skirts rather than slacks! My father and sister often nick-named me granny, from about the age of 11! Oh, and now I am almost at the age inside my head, I'm pretty sure I would have taken the chance to be a cougar at some stage if given half a chance!!! Have fun being a first year student again... I'm sure you will love it more than last time.
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