Well 2015, you've been a pretty good year all told. A job I enjoy, returning to uni and a fabulous overseas holiday. 2016 the only things to top it will be a ticket to Hamilton, the election of Hillz, and that thing I don't want to jinx by mentioning that will make both the first two things that little bit sweeter. 

Not too much to ask, really.

Penultimate day of the year and it's suddenly occurred to me that it's the fourth full year I've kept this blog up. For someone as commitment-phobic as me, that's a damn good effort.

When you have zero interest in the subject matter, thesis editing is one of the most boring jobs on the planet. 

So if you're going to try and hook me up with someone, make sure they're capable of carrying on a conversation please or you're going to notice me making this face:

Two movies in two days. One blew me away, the other left me feeling patronised and frustrated.

Succumbed to the force and went to see Star Wars. So. Impressed. 

I do not like it when it's hot.
Hot at Christmas? I like not.
Next year I shall go where it's cold.
Do I sound like I'm getting old?!

Why is Carols by Candlelight always such a whitey, white, white, white affair? Apart from one or two backing singers, every performer is whiter than my teeth. Hardly reflective of our country's diversity.

Christmas shopping completed. Bags packed ready to head out for Christmas Eve. Gin poured. Dinner on the balcony awaits.

The SFAM arrived at dinner bearing these...

Rosie the Riveter mints and chapstick, plus the Hamilton Playbill.


Lost. My. Shit.

🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Early Christmas presents from Aesop are the BEST.  #spoiled

Rewatching Fargo S01 in preparation for binge watching S02 over the Christmas break. Damn but it's a quality show.

Christmas shopping done. Well, almost. One gift left and I'm done. Thank god. I frickin' hate Christmas shopping.

Unexpectedly packing up my lovely office to myself in Dance and moving to Art to share an office with a colleague. On the upside, there is air-con, plants and a coffee machine. This will be fun.

Treat Yo Self Thursday...

Wasn't planning to spend any money at our work Christmas party/winery tour.

Ooops.

Looked like a total lush on the tram ride home... bottles galore.

No wonder David Jones is losing profits, if their customer service staff in Malvern are anything to go by. Waited for a full ten minutes trying to get someone to help me (while three staff were gossiping about their Christmas plans) and when one woman finally noticed me, she was so unhelpful I felt like I was imposing on her. Poor service, DJs. Really poor.

Benefits of being a singleton at Christmas... you can drop a wad of cash treating yourself to a new iPhone without a second thought because who the hell is around to give you grief about spending money on yourself instead of them?!

House is clean, Christmas decorations are up, bed is calling. It's going to be a mammoth party week... I need all the sleep I can get.

That Ash Flanders is a pretty amazing performer. Buyer and Cellar is one of the funniest things I've seen at the Arts Centre in a long, long time.

Essays submitted and quizzes completed ahead of schedule... no more uni work due until the middle of January.

History assignments are so much more fun to write when you get to choose your own sources... one essay stemming from my current obsession with Hamilton the Musical is on the horizon.

Got the job. Time to channel my inner-Josh Lyman.

Interview is done. No idea how well I went, but I find out tomorrow with any luck. Now to write a half decent essay by Friday. 

Smashing out essays at the last possible minute is really not how I envisaged this trimester going, but then I didn't count on having to work a heap of extra hours, take three extended interstate trips, and then have to go through a whole application /interview process for my own freakin' job. 

Roll on Saturday, when it'll all be sorted one way or another. 

And yes, I am well aware that these are all first world problems and I should stop bitching... 🙄

Yeah. That essay's not writing itself. I'm giving myself until midnight to churn it out... but it doesn't look promising.

I am a terrible student.

As much as I'm down with the fact that I need to sell Kitty Lucy, I am not going to sell her off for next-to-nothing to someone who won't truly appreciate her. She's not just any old pushbike.

I'm just going to ignore the fact that I've got two assignments due and a job interview to prepare for (essentially for my own job, but let's not go there right now) and try and have a relaxing night at home.

Having the mother of all declutterings this week... getting rid of one of my sofas and my beloved Kitty Lucy, because I've ridden her once in the last three years and I need the space. Also, she deserves someone who'll actually put her to good use.

How I feel dealing with one particular colleague at the moment...

Realising it's the last month of the year got me like...