Do you know that song that goes doo do doo do do do do dooo.

Having a blog didn't seem ridiculously self-indulgent when I started this. Then again, I was sixteen and things like a complete absence of discipline didn't seem self-indulgent back then. Today, my once-thriving readership of twelve has disappeared along with my updates, so I think I can come back to my soapbox and start shouting again, into the empty void. I can't promise not to get spooked by the words hanging in the emptiness and disappear back behind the screen, but I'm going to try. There are plans afoot for 2011 and 2012. I'd like to document them here.

This year, I am going to Canada. For approximately three to four months at the end of August. Starting in Vancouver for a week, then spending the remaining time at McGill in Montreal doing a French course and generally residing comme une bohème among the Canadian Frenchies.

I have done nothing to actually plan this trip, except for enrollment at McGill University. I still have to figure out precise dates, book my flights (which appear not, as I had hoped, to have become magically cheaper), as well as work out things like whether or not to obtain a US Visa just in case I'd like to head down there for a bit.

To sort out the abovementioned aspects of my trip was on my To-Do List for this Midsemester Break (my last ever!), however I have not done them. Indeed, the only things I have worked on over this break have been the following:

1. Finish reading 'The Remains of the Day' by Kazuo Ishiguro;
2. Begin reading 'Eating Animals' by Jonathan Safran Foer;
3. Begin reading 'Middlesex' by Jeffrey Eugenides;
4. Watch 'Archer;'
5. Drink for the entirety of the extended Easter long-weekend;
6. Run over 5-6 kilometres. Twice.

In addition to the abovementioned aspects of my trip, other not-done items on my To-Do List for this midsemester break include the following:

1. Intellectual Property Assigment;
2. Intellectual Property "Reflection;"
3. Approximately two weeks worth of exam study.

I really am my own worst enemy.

In any event, in 2012, real life will finally catch up with me when I start work at a Big 4 in Sydney. I am alternately excited and terrified by the prospect of this.

Let's run.

On how life is like, so unfair.

Recorded here for posterity and because I want to use this in her 21st birthday speech.

My 14 year old sister just threw herself against her bed in a fit of hysteria because my father would not permit her to take the following items to the French Alps:

• A pair of flip flops.
• A tropically-printed ruffle mini-skirt.
• Three off-the-shoulder midriff t-shirts.
• Jean shorts.

Having one set of underpants for a week is worse than you think.

The state of my bedroom :

I'm going to France for three weeks on Saturday and I haven't got a suitcase at present and this mess is something up with which I will not put. I'm terrified that I'm going to leave something incredibly important at home because my stuff isn't contained yet (Like my orange bangle, which has somehow become the embodiment of all my nervous distress and I keep moronically moving it from place to place because OH NOES CAN'T FORGET ORANGE BANGLE).

Anyway, it's all looking like that time in primary school where I tried to pack for school camp into what was essentially a handbag, before realising it was never going to work and re-packing into a larger bag, only to leave all my underpants for the week in the little side-pockets of the handbag.

Quietly into the night.

There was too much here. It made me itch around the collar, not least because whenever I'd happen upon an old post from 2004 or 2005, I'd read it and think

My god, was I ever really that much of an idiot?

So now what was here is sitting archived on my hard-disk, backed up on one of those dual-mirror terabyte whatsits that didn't even exist when I started this baby. The internet holds only the ghosts.

Despite having left it to gather dust for the better part of two years, it terrifies me to think I just deleted all that. I think it was for the best. I am not that girl anymore.