sooo...adelaid.

alls i can say is don't drink the tap water.

first time on a domestic flight. and i have to say, i don't know if its just a feature of international flights, or virginblue in particular, but the air host/ess aren't as good lookin as the malaysia airways ones. not that thats relevant. but just interesting. but it could just be my aversian to fake tan. (as opposed to the fake bleach the azns adopt).

ran into mazza and hash and their dads. marion helped me with me outfit. looked like i was going to court: 'suede' heels (if one inch constitutes a 'heel') and cropped fitted blazer - as opposed to the same outfit with a cardigan and volley. overall i don't think it really made a difference. but white volleys with black tights might have looked a tad odd - there's no table - they can see your shoes.

the interview went better than monash. two interviewers. both seemed to smile (with their eyes in case you were wondering) and nod and shit. i think the fact that they were both 50/60s had something to do with it - the lay person at monash (mid 50s) seemed to like me while the other two at monash (20s) were stone face through the whole thing.

they don't identify the lay person from the faculty staff in the adelaid one unlike the monash one. it was pretty easy to tell though. one of the people was asking me specific questions about the course and the courses at other universities which barry ('bazza') couldn't have know. spoke for about 50 min.

was getting pretty woried after the interview when waiting in the 'holding pen'/'holding cell'. the two interviewers deliberate/argue till the can come to an agreement within a certain standard deviation for a score to give you. they were deliberating for approx 45 mins. if they couldn't agree i'd have to sit another interview. which i just couldn't be fucked with at that point.

got a couple of laughs out of them. bazza particularly. he asked me if i wanted a glass of water 30 min into it. at the time i through it was an odd questions. till i went to the bathroom a whole hour after the interview to see my face was bright red. i was feeling rather warm during the interview. took off my jacket and everything. was wearing a sleeveless dress - showed off a bit too much shoulder perhaps.

spoke to a couple of med students. one of them writes a blog soley on the topic of getting into medicine which i thought was rather funny (generate alot of traffic though).

when i was chattin with the other applicants in circle all commie-like one guy mentioned he was from NZ. i asked if he took advantage of duty free. he said no. i asked if he was under 18. he said no. i asked why he didn't buy booze and cigarettes. everyone stared at me. some girl started talking about perfume. why the fuck do people buy perfume duty free? as in why is perfume cheaper in airports? what kind of special tax exists on perfume that is magically lifted in airports? (not a rhetorical question, if anyone knows please tell me)

met some other guy who drives the train at the myer windows - or so he told me.

med students taught me how to play 'scattergories' - which i wasn't very good at - and some kind of 'i have a larger vocabulary than you game' - they kept using words like neurolemmings-something.... i won on the word 'paisley'. they all stared at me. somebody asked if it was a herb.