escape.

Yesterday was by no means the nicest day.

From all the essays and work I have handed in over the last two and half years of uni, I have always felt that the mark I received was the mark I deserved. However that all changed yesterday.

I received an essay back for which the lecturer gave me 65/100. His first reason was that my essay is pieced together with notes from first year International Relations and those had no relevance to the topic of my essay. WTF? My essay was on “Why is war such an endemic part of international life?” IR theory on state sovereignty/anarchy, the images of war, etc sure as hell are relevant to the topic. Yeah, so relevant that he talked about them in his lecture on war, Good Job Matey πŸ™

As well him saying that my references are a bit old. Let me see, from the nine references I had the dates were as follows; 1991, 1997, 1999, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2004 and ND Γ’β‚¬β€œ over half are since 2000!

Going to see him next week to hopefully get a re-grade, because I am not happy Jan!

Then I came home with a shocking headache from lack of water.

Home life is not something that I really talk about here because it is not something I want to broadcast to the masses. Days when Mum is away are always hard because as much as we disagree over things she in the end grounds me. Last night was not nice but I did better than I normally do and kept my mouth shut for the most time. With all those feelings in my mind of just wanting to escape away from it all, this layout appeared πŸ™‚

Escape

Ireland

sent us an email today, telling us that the company he works for (Industria) asked him if he wanted to go work work in the Dublin, Ireland office for a month and who could turn down an offer like that?

So, my lovely big brother got to use his new and shiney Icelandic passport to breeze through passport control, unlike the excessive time we spent waiting to be processed and we were on Australian passports and are part of the Commonwealth Realm, really is something, we recognise Lizzie II as our head of state and we have to wait in line and get questioned whilst all the Europeans just waltz on through. Just unsportsman like πŸ™

Back on track though, so whilst my Karl is living it up in Ireland, back here in Australia, we are hoping for rain, running out of water, doing assignments, working, chatting about our plans to to drag queen jelly wrestling tomorrow after uni (now that could be interesting) and not much else.

Helen at Santa CruzHelen and Matthew on 'holidays'Want to share these two images that Karl has taken on the two times I have visitited him overseas, the first at Santa Cruz in November 2002 and the second Matthew and I doing our thing in Iceland this year.

Happy Birthday Mum

Happy 54th Birthday Mum πŸ™‚
Hope you have a good day and enjoy having a birthday in Iceland again.

Matthe and I are surving quite fine πŸ™‚

the something special

When washing up in our house the washer gets to pick the music, since Matthew normally washes, he gets to pick the music which normally consists of tunes from 7 seconds, agnostic front, rancid, bouncing souls, sick of it all, misfits, nekromantix, anti-flag, dead kennedys, operation ivy, lars frederiksen and the bastards, vandals plus a stack of other bands.

Most of it I don’t mind but is not something would listen to everyday however recently I have caught my self singing along to the something special by the bouncing souls. It is just such a great song πŸ™‚ Have a listen here – scroll down to the samples section.

The Something Special

We can’t agree on a single thing,
I dont know why.
We almost killed each other on the inside.
I managed to be a jerk anyway,
it doesn’t have to be this way
Forget about the things I said
I make no excuse for them.
I want to start again
We all walk our seperate ways
I don’t know why,
I hope we meet again somewhere some day.
I can’t chage the way you feel
It doesn’t have to be this way
Forget about the things I said,
I make no excuse for them
I want to start again
I think about the two of us,
I don’t know why,
I feel good on the inside.
It’s different now,
I’m one I stand alone.
I have to be this way

a family day.

This morning, Pabbi, Mum and I made a trip down to the beach at Sandgate to watch the sunrise and enjoy a photography filled time. Mum and Pabbi were sharing the Fuji and I had my 350D (which needs a name, any ideas?) along with the tripod and a bunch of lenses, even though I only ended up using one lens. mmm. A fair few of the images I took have become header images for here, which you will notice change with each page load thanks to some cool php I picked up. I will post more photos as I go through them. And of course I had to take self-portraits of me in my new funky jumper.

 self

Then, this afternoon Mum, myself and Mary (a close friend of my late grandmother, who now fills in that role) went to see a private screening of  The Wedding Date, ok so it wasn’t a private screening, we just shared the with five other people. What a crack up of a movie, though it did have plenty of sad bits, Poor Kat, but in the end it all came together and how gorgeous was Debra Messing’s hair in the movie?

Cricket tomorrow, hope the Giant Killers win this game, as it will be the last I see till after I return from Iceland.

Happy Birthday

to my youngest older sister Anika! Happy Birthday from us down here to you up there. Hope you have a great day πŸ™‚