I'm at Hancock library for a night-time study session with my best mates. We're each doing different courses at uni; Matt is doing Development Studies, Helen is doing Medicine and I'm the embarrassing Arts student. And right now all we're researching is where to eat for under $10 in the ANU area.
EDIT: Helen just showed me a microscope image of a mouse's brain. Wondering how I can incorporate it into my essay on the accuracy of film adaptations concerning real events and people. The Social Network, with mice? Maybe that would be more accurate?
SECOND EDIT: It's not.
THIRD EDIT: Helen's started showing us hilarious, if not slightly racist, videos on YouTube. I think it's time for dinner.
FOURTH EDIT: We went to a place called Wok In A Box. My fortune cookie called me fat.
FIFTH EDIT: I'm having a 'break' and reading back over Lucy's Fedcon reports from 2009. I'm getting so nostalgic. Helen just let out a laugh that turned the whole floor's heads. I am not sure why she is laughing; she's writing a lab report about poo.
SIXTH EDIT: Helen just informed Matt and I that apparently, 50% of our poo is simply bacteria.
SEVENTH EDIT: We decided to rename May to "Dismay" and June to "Doom" - because of the awful amount of essay-writing and exam participation during these months.
EIGHTH EDIT: Just googled "custard apple".
NINTH EDIT: We're being kicked out. It's 10.30pm. Nighty Blighty.
- Music:Matthew complaining.