Why centipedes must suffer

Have you ever had the experience of waking up, deciding to do something productive, and going outside to put the washing on the clothes line (because that'll only take about 5 minutes, right? and then you can go inside and sit infront of the television, guilt free and comfortable in the knowledge that you at least began the day in a positive manner) only to arrive at the clothes line and discover that the basket you picked up contains an enormous load of socks? Socks which you must now painstakingly peg individually, a process which will take you at least 3 times as long as your original estimate? This week has been kind of like that.

Nevertheless, here I am, having overcome dead bodies, snake bitten dogs, theft, heartbreak, the late night train system, exploding appliances and perhaps most horrific of all, uni offers. The outcome? Surprisingly positive. You are now reading (I hope) the blog of a law student. Oh, don't worry, I'm also wasting my time on an arts degree, which ought to provide me with ample (if irrelevant) political and historical fun facts with which to bore you. Not only have I been accepted into higher education, a certain black feathery friend of mine has returned from a sojourn into the ocean, as has my little sister. Perhaps my luck is looking up.

I sincerely hope you have plans for Australia day, wherever you are. Personally, you will find me floating in a swimming pool, covered in zinc, eating BBQed lamb and listening to Aussie rock. A fitting tribute to our country? I think so.

Until then, storm a Bastille. It'll do you the world of good.