Every once in a while, I believe in a good dose of trumpet-tooting. In this case, said trumpet will be mine (not literally, as does not own trumpet, nor ‘trumpet‘ *lecherous winks*), but I reckon it’s ok because I am doing it in a totally non-in-your-face way….ok, so maybe I am. Hm, as cannot make up mind, will just blurt it out anyway.

Yesterday in the mail I got a mysterious package-type thing from Monash Australia, and upon opening it, I received the shock of….well, the week la, ok.

It was a certificate for me, for receiving the Dean’s Recognition Award. I’m not entirely sure what the hell it is, (there’s no money—boo. I checked) I think it qualifies as making the Dean’s List…or I may be wrong. In any case,  the parents are over the moon, and of course has taken this as a divine indication that I am destined to do my Masters or PhD. *wails in agony and rolls all over floor*

Just a quick update while I think of more inspiring pieces. I actually had inspiration to write myself a proper obituary this evening while I was ironing the clothes, but that’s a bit too morbid to publish here because I’m not quite dead yet.