I had it mentioned to me around the middle of last year, having some photos taken for promotional material. I felt a little flattered by the prospect, but didn't think too much of it until I heard from RMIT's publicity and a date was set (end of November). It's a little unnerving. I'm not that comfortable being in front of a camera, let alone being put in promotional material that will be seen by people around Australia, even the world. Oh yeah, they might use my photo in materials for International students, but I have no idea what or when or even if. My self conscious feelings aside, it is really awesome to be recognised for my work and potential to excel. Just between you and me, I'm pretty freakin' stoked and curious to see which photo(s) will be used. I guess it is simply nice to be noticed for who I am, not for where I've come from or who my family are.
Around that time, I got what is my third job. Nothing too exciting. It's just waitressing at an indian restaurant, minimum 3 hours a night, 3 nights are week. I can't complain too much, it's money I need and good food.
Then it was the lead up to Christmas, which meant being nauseatingly cheerful and working alot, most days at the pharmacy and 3 nights waitressing. I got a little delerious towards the end of it, which I don't think anyone really noticed. Easily disguised as Christmas cheer. haha! Christmas itself was easily the best christmas I had in 10 years. I spent it with some good friends and their family. I never knew family get-togethers could be so pleasant and drama free. Truly makes a refreshing change. All we did was eat too much and drink too much wine. =)
Not much happened til mid January, when I got the official news that I was accepted into a Bachelor of Engineering - Mechanical. Woo-hoo!!! Everything seems to finally be going my way. All my plans and dreams for a decent future are falling into place. What more can a gal want?? And now mid February, my timetable is practically organised, orientation is on Monday and Tuesday for the city and Bundoora campus and I might be getting some scholarships. Now don't go getting all excited for me just yet. It's only provisional. I'll get excited when the money is in my account. It means potentially my fees will be paid for the next 4 years. What a weight off my shoulders!
But back to early February, I had my birthday, which I celebrated by going out to dinner with my closest friends. It was a good night of eating asian foods and drinking long island ice teas. I'm not a party animal, not do I normally even want to celebrate my birthday, but I can not think of a better way to.
My lovely friends (L -R): Tom, Andrew & Tarah
Two days later, I had my last two wisdom teeth out. Awake in the dentist chair only with a local anathestic. Not that I am brave, more like a glutton for punishment. I got a smidge anxious when one of the nurse's was sucking out the excess saliva and kept hitting the back of my mouth and making me want to gag. Oh and best part of it all was my bottom left tooth was twice the size of what it should have been, meaning my dentist had to saw it in half, which he then cut my cheek in the process. Hands down, he did a great job with the massive tooth and my small jaw and to have healed really well within a week ... by comparison to having the right side done, it took more than a month before I could open my jaw and I was still in pain. Though I've had two weeks off of work at the pharmacy and only 1 from the restaurant. All I have done is watch DVDs and sleep.
My screwy wisdom teeth.
.That was an eventful week. I also found out I have a peeping tom aka a creepy, uber creepy neighbour who likes to watch me through my windows. Ergh yuck! 2am, I hear an odd noise, I look out the window and oh my fucking god, there he is. 0_o I called the cops, he was gone by the time they got here. I was freaked out, in tears and too scared to move. The cops settled me a little, but I still lie in bed at night and listen for strange noises, just in case. A downfall of living on the ground floor. I guess.
Oh another thing, Mum and I have started talking again after 7 or 8 months. It's not easy. It's down right panic attack inducing sometimes. We've never really had the greatest relationship and since I was 15, things were straight out bad and unhealthy. I'm trying hard to talk to her and not let it get to me like it used to. I could try and talk to her to settle the misunderstanding that stopped us from talking this time round, but she won't listen, she won't change, she won't meet me half way. It's fucked and somehow I have to be okay with that. Now tell me what would you do??
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