Read read read Write write write

It's been officially 4 months since I've arrived on the shores of Brisbane (more accurately, estuary up river). I have been accumulating masses of journals to read, and so far I've only been able to read a quarter of it..The brain is an interesting thing, everytime something even remotely academic comes up, it starts to deviate you into doing something else entirely unacademic..maybe I should write a story entitled "The Makings of an Academic Brain" then slap myself with it and refer to it as a manual per se.

Hahaha I'm feeling like I lost a huge part of myself mainly because I haven't started writing anything for a long long time. Not even those dodgy short horror stories where there are more ghosts than people, and lest we forget (farah, tsue, yeen) the indomitable story of viruses attacking people and the only cure is FAT people; a classic which I almost submitted to Mr Raymer's class which was hilarious because it's not a hate fat people thing, because I myself was fat, still am (although not as much hopefully). HILARIOUS. I should start writing again. Hmm...Maybe then the academic brain will be jealous and give a kick to it's sorry state of a butt and start working properly..Heh heh..