Mmm...White Cheddar

It's Saturday night, as it frequently is when I decide I'm so bored that I'm actually motivated to update my blog. I'm eating white cheddar Cheez-its and waiting for an episode of Will & Grace to load. I was taking a free online career test (you know, those really accurate ones riddled with spelling errors and comma splices) but I figured it would just tell me I was destined for pig farming, and after spending the entire day slaving over my thesis I just don't need that kind of anti-encouragement right now. But I do love pigs. And farming. And my current life goal is to move to Killarney, Ireland and have lots of sheep. Maybe I should finish that test.

I have a tin on the kitchen counter in which I keep all my tea (the bags, that is, not the loose-leaf). During my last semester on campus I bought a box of peppermint and a box of peach, both Celestial Seasonings and thus both containing unwrapped sachets. I have these floating around in my tea tin, and because they've been in there so long next to each other, they've all started to smell like peach. Of course, when they're dry you can't discern the color of their contents, so when I pick one and drop it into my mug, I don't know what kind it is until after I add the water. It's like a little game I can play with myself: it smells like peach, but is it? In case you were wondering, yes--this time it was.

There is a small whiteboard on the wall next to my desk, and I use it to keep track of my assignments, because really, paper planners are so last semester. I've been really big on abbreviations lately, because a lot of my assignments are long and writing them out in their entirety is exhausting. This is currently what my board looks like (if you're confused, join the club):

Tulips -- ?
WoJ - 140
Meat and potatoes
DEATH (due Sunday)

Allow me to decipher:
"Tulips -- ?" = a reminder for me to call my cousin to see when she is free in April to drive up to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival
"WoJ - 140" = read Walls of Jericho through page 140. That one's not interesting at all.
"Meat and potatoes" = no, I have not started eating animals again. This is a reminder to read the chapter entitled "Unmetered Verse" in my prosody hand manual written by--you guessed it--Alfred Corn (may he suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune).
"DEATH (due Sunday)" = I doubt you even need me to decode this one, but I will. Thesis rough draft. Due Sunday. Which is, in case you were wondering, in less than two hours.

I also have "I [heart] [the shape of Australia]," a small box in the bottom left-hand corner to keep tally of my babysitting hours, and a string of five numbers--the importance of which I have completely forgot. Whoopsie. Also, the words "capture," "possess," "photograph," "image," and "access," which I have used approximately 36 times on each page of my thesis and therefore need to spend some quality time with my new best friend, thesaurus.com.

Will & Grace is taking forever to load, so I'm going to keep playing this game. Here is what I see directly in front of me on my wall: the first-ever photograph by a woman published in National Geographic in 1914; a watercolor painted by my best friend; a postcard from Hobart, Tasmania; a postcard of a woman holding a crazy huge eel with what look like garden loppers; a picture my friend clipped from a magazine of Will, Grace, and Jack sitting on a couch, attached to a blue sticky note that says, "We missed you!" with the names of the characters and my friend's stuffed koala (Joey).

In the section of my closet that I can see right now, there is a bike pump, a power cord, an empty plastic drawer, and a bar of soap. Don't really know what my soap is doing in the closet.

I think I'll go now, but I thought I'd leave you, my loyal readeR (love you, Mama), with an image of my apartment in Melbourne, just because I really miss it right now.

And scene.