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An honest account of trying to find one's place in this world.
I'm a PhD student who is into the primal/paleo lifestyle, has just taken up swing dancing, loves to read about anything and everything, has far too many clothes, and is very opinionated and passionate about the things I care about.
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It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.
I can’t quite pinpoint it, but I really like this photo!
Maybe it’s because I am wearing a scarf that is this colour. Maybe it’s because I’d really like a hot drink right now. Or that I need new (read: I don’t have any at the moment) lights in my bedroom.
Regardless,
Love.
A quick guacamole trick!
To prevent guacamole from getting brown, press ceran wrap on the top of it so that all of the dip is completely covered. In other words, don’t just cover the bowl, push the plastic onto the quac.
With this trick you can make it hours before the party and store it for several days afterwards.
Awkward and Awesome Thursday
Awkward:
- For starters, the spelling of ‘awkward.’ I just typed it out (three times!) and it just looks so odd! wkw.. weird.
- Odd comment from a student #1: “Do you go to the gym? You look like the type that goes to the gym.” What is this? A compliment? Some strange backhanded insult? I have been laughing about this all day though, which makes it kind of awesome.
- Odd comment from a student #2: “You have amazing eyes.” This was a different student, FYI, from a different class. I don’t normally teach on Thursdays, I was covering for someone else, so this was all around different! How are you meant to respond to that (in a totally profesh way)? I went with “haha, smooth… and anyway!”
- Making small-talk with strangers at the tram stop. I just hate it!
- My most comfortable pair of black flats becoming too worn out and being so floppy on my feet I had to throw them in the bin when I got home. I reckon I looked pretty strange walking home today.
Awesome:
- An excuse to buy NEW shoes! I went to Target and got some black wedges.
- The dress for $5.86 I picked up while there, which makes me look super slimmmm.
- Comments from students (see above) that sadly, put a bit of a spring in your step even if unsure whether they were meant as a positive. See also: the student asking me where I got my sunglasses from today. Man, I was on FIRE!
- Crossing the road and having a bestie honk at me from her car at the intersection, me not realising who it was, so ignored it, then again, BEEP! Me staring wildly around and seeing three huge grins and waving arms in my direction :)
- CROSSFIT tonight! Can’t wait!
Go check out Sydney’s blog for some more Awkward and Awesome’s by the original mastermind! Although maybe wait til tomorrow cos I don’t think it is Thursday in the USA yet…
Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs
I’m working my way up the pyramid to health.
Just reblogging this cos this is the sort of thing I teach every semester. I quite like Maslow’s Hierarchy…
I find the whole concept of being ‘sexy’ embarrassing and confusing. If I do an interview with photographs people desperately want to change me - dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a fringe. Then there’s the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that’s not me. I feel uncomfortable. I’d never go out in a mini-skirt. It’s nothing to do with protecting the Hermione image. I wouldn’t do that. Personally, I don’t actually think it’s even that sexy. What’s sexy about saying, ‘I’m here with my boobs out and a short skirt, have a look at everything I’ve got?’ My idea of sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can wonder.
- Emma Watson
Realisation
This time next month, I will have been in Europe for one week. This week has already been planned and booked as it is PhD-related. I just realised that the next two weeks have not been planned at all (i.e. I do not know where I will be when) and that the third week, whilst I know where I am meant to be then (also PhD-related), has not been organised.
Oops.
Better get cracking. But…not just yet.
Around The World / Sessun / Photographed by Mariam Sitchinava
My mom has her hair cut like this. Sometimes I think about getting my hair cut this short.
This is how I imagine my next ‘short’ haircut to be…
Dawn Service
I went to the Dawn Service on North Terrace for ANZAC Day this morning. I’ve gone the past few years, and I think it is important to go, but it really is a pretty weak event. The morning stillness was perpetually disturbed by an exhaust fan from a nearby city building, the hymns are ones which are difficult to sing at the best of times, let alone at 6.30am when you’ve had to be silent for awhile, with only the quiet wavering voices of an elderly choir to lead you, and perhaps worst, the fact that barely anyone even sung our national anthem. Yes, none of us like the song, but that is just sad.
I was also thoroughly unimpressed with the folk crowding up the front of the memorial after the service taking photos of all the wreaths (not actually an impressive sight) with their iphones and chatting with their companions.
Sorry for the whinging, but it could just be so much more than what it is, and it would not be hard.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.
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