so there has been another update in the whole results bingle.

in case you weren't following:
1. told in an email by staff that no results would be posted out
2. results arrive in the mail - 4 weeks after the rest of the uni gets their results
3. told that results mailed out were wrong via blackboard - no further comment as the faculty is on holiday
4. nobody sure if that means some people will get a nasty suprise and find themselves sitting sups (having been assured otherwise and already left the state/country)
5. faculty still on break.
6. told on backboard that the faculty wasn't sure exactly what was wrong - they were having a meeting - stay updated
7. told that written exam results were actually correct. OSCE feedback was the incorrect one. supplementary exam notification were probably sent out correctly. key word being probably.

bear in mind that this is the second year in a row they've fumbled sending out exam results. so they're only had 12mnts to solve what should be a simple problem. and no, i don't think i'm being overly critical, the other faculties manage to get their shit sorted with far more subjects and students to juggle.

so what does this all mean?
well. i'm happy with my written exam results.

so i was accosted by a rather energetic young man outside public bar a couple of weeks ago. he wanted me to do a radio interview - something about being asian, and multiculturalism and all that jazz.

well, i just got off the phone. recoding tuesday afternoon.

now I know what your all thinking 'what the hell, you idiot, you're going to be raped'.
a. we're meeting at the state libray
b. he's a 5'4 little asian man who despite being 25, doesn't quite look like he's hit puberty yet.

on the downside... he might know kung-fu.

my grandmother = fucking amazing.

she doesn't quite get my dietary choices. its almost been 6 years. but dammit she keeps trying.

and like all grandmother she is constantly trying to feed me. the problem is, she's a very meat the 3 boiled with no seasoning vegetable kinda lady.

her solution to this predicament - she buys vegetables which she doesn't know the name of (otherwise know in my grandparent house as 'poshy people vegetable')

such vegetable (and fruits) include: brocollini, aubergine, avocado...

dolphin safe... not tuna safe

fatty has a pink mowhawk.
(i think he's trying to compensate for something)

so i was chillin at the community herb garden a couple of weeks ago. and the artichokes had come thorough. and before i had realised my mother's man friend had seized them all. every last one.

he lived by himself and had two grocery bags full of artichokes. so i started hinting. fist subtely. and then somewhat less subtely. and when numbnuts finally got my jist... "but you can't eat artichokes" (raises eyebrows) "because you eat artichokes by soaking them in butter and you don't eat butter"

all i have to say is he better not be banging my mother.

where the wild things are = worst movie of all time ever.

andrew however seemed to like it.

so i hate christmas. i'm not the only one, just one of the ones with enought testicular fortitude to admit it.

my mother, a recovering catholic, similiary despises the whole event. we have a family schedule so everyone can pop into my grandmothers at different times and subsequently we call all avoid each other.

that's not to say that we don't do presents - only cos andrew has managed to con everyone into believing that he still believes in father christmas. and so, we all go round the house, finding stuff and wrapping it for each other.

this year i got a scrabble set, a packet of dates, a box of tea and a free sanitarium cookbook-phamphlet thingly that they were handing out at the supermarket.

it's not fair. my mother gave one of her friends a water bottle in the shape of a penis. that rightfully should have been mine.

had uneven sunburn. subsequently have an uneven tan.

made dumplings. end of story.