Announcement.
I realised that doing 4 subjects next semester is not going to make the finish date any earlier than the end of next year - I can still do 3 per semester plus one in the summer and finish at the same time, all while working full-time, and saving, which I am doing pretty well at right now. Thank god for the tin. St George can go get rich off someone else's measely two-digit balances for all I care, after charging me at least $20 a month for the past few months for ATM withdrawals. These days I withdraw my entire pay on pay day, pay my rent, add some to the money box, and keep the rest for spending. No ATM fees, no eftpos, nothing. Sucked in.
I went to bed at one last night. I saw Paris Je T'aime with Ian then we got a couple of bottles of red wine and hung out getting drunk and watching The Chasers War on Everything, which had me convulsing on the couch. Dude I had no idea Alan Jones really said things like that. Anyway Vanja came home and told us how she got elected president of the Australian Serbian Students Association, but declined. I'm like Dude, she should do it for all the women out there. ANYWAY after Ian went home, I helped Vanja write her Facebook profile. On Facebook, you can pay a dollar to send one of your friends a 'gift' which is basically just a small picture of something with a message. Anyway I got an anonymous gift from someone but you wouldn't blame me for suspecting German George... the picture was a picture of some handcuffs, and the message was "no message necessary". Dude this guy is on fire.
Oh so back to the job situation... I had to summon the courage to call the manager at the media place and apologise as profusely as humanely possible. But no one can deny it was still very bad form to say yes then change my mind. Damn. But obviously I wasn't going to start the job just because I had said yes.
Money money money in a rich man's world uh huh uh uh uh all the things I could do If I had a little George  ¶ 16:37