I don't feel like, I don't feel like, I don't feel like loving you.

Full blown essay writing TERROR.

Also, I have added a new book to my "I'll get to it" pile of novels (Dead Reckoning by Charlaine Harris), all the while plowing through Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind, and I now have an iPod that can join the technologic-graveyard. That in saying, I have upgraded to a Touch.

Through all the university madness, I try not to forget how lucky I am to be in Melbourne.
Especially when I'm shown places like this.