I know that the phrase is usually 'spring has sprung'... but it's only just beginning. Today was 17C (omg so warm! not.), which was a nice change. The blossoms have started on the ornamental fruit trees (cherries, apples, plums etc) don my street, freesias have started to flower, and the birds are singing. Today at 4 o'clock, it was actually relatively bright.

The problem is, I'm going to be stuck inside more and more. I have a paper due wednesday, then an essay dues in four weeks, and then everything is due in the six weeks after that. I'm going to have to get loads of primary sources and do loads of research, which is terrible, because I get caught up in the reading and suck at the writing. Especially as it's Australian history. Last year, I spent 4 hours doing a 1 hour research assignment on a soldier from the First World War who is listed inside the war memorial in town. This time it's going to be worse. One of my friends found an interesting story from the 50s, when the Communist party was banned for two or so weeks before the legislation was overturned by the High Court. The state headquarters were raided by the police, and the reds somehow found out. They burned the membership lists, and in the main office, wrote on a blackboard, "if we had know you were coming, we'd have baked a cake". Thats the kind of story that is going to fascinate me and make it difficult to actually get the writing of an essay done.

On the gaming front- I'm making steady process in Phantom Hourglass and have stalled in Prof Layton. It's hard. The Force Unleashed demo is really good, I'm looking forward to the game proper.

I got the fourth and fifth season of Stargate Sg-1. It's steadily improving, I'm really liking it.

Issue 32 of Knights of the Old Republic is really good too, I just hate the fact that now I have caught up to the releases, I'm going to have to wait three weeks to find out what happens in the story-arc. I saw the twist coming, because I had accidentally read some spoilers. But it's back to the really good art stle of... I think it's Ching and Atiyeh. Can't remember who's doing this one. The conclusion to the whole thing looks close though... on the one hand, 3 years is a long time to sustain a story by releasing an episode once a month, on the other, there is just so much more left to cover and I hate that it seems to be drawing to a close so soon after I started reading.

That is all for now. I have nothing left to say, other than I don't want to do my extra reading assignment for Classics. It looks really boring, I chose a bad week.

Cya.

In that it was foggy. Only the fog was from the cold, not from pollution.

It was really cool, you couldn't see further than 100 metres down the road. And it continued to past 9 o'clock. By the time I got to uni though, there were just wisps around the office blocks in town.

A pretty much no-name Australian came third in the 100m backstroke yesterday. In the paper this morning were stories about how he has a phobia of putting his head underwater. That amuses me.

I'm stuck in the Phantom Hourglass. I think I may need to ask The Internet for help.

That's all, apart from I think I have my uni stuff all worked out. A lot of work to do, but if I get my act sorted now, it shouldn't be so hard. I had to pretend to be Billy Hughes in my history tute. It was funny to have the girl being Daniel Mannix yelling at me.

The End.

Im stairblog, au blog de stair, to Stair's blog.

Hey everyone. I'm pretty pumped for the Olympics. They start in an hour or so. (Yes, I realise the soccer has already begun in Shanghai). This is the time in the quadrennium, or even olympiad, where every Australian is an expert on whatever they watched on television the night before. Here's something pretty cool, one of the Opals, the women's basketball team, went to my primary school, and my mother taught her year seven maths. She's a pro in the US too, I think.

I wrote a blog a few days ago, but it wouldn't let me post it. Apparently my html code was bad, but i didn't even try to do anything. *Shrug*. It doesn't matter. All I wrote about was how one of my friends doing first year history chose the exact same name off the roll of honour as I did last year. Captain Thomas Charles Richmond Baker DFC, MM & Bar, an ace. He was killed exactly a week before Armistice. A girl in my tute last year also researched him, as did the guy sitting next to my friend on wednesday. Weird. It was an awesome research project though, because we actually went to the War Memorial and chose the names ourselves in our own time.

I had more to say, more to add to what I tried to say the other day, but I can't think of it now. Now it's only about 35 minutes to the beginning of the Olympics, because I've taking ages and gotten sidetracked writing this. It was funny, because today's Advertiser (the city newspaper, and, incidentally, the beginning of the Newscorp empire that includes Fox), had on its cover a photo of Grant Hackett, reigning Olympic 1500m freestyle champ, and Libby whatever-her-name-is-now-but-formerly-it-was-Lenton, reigning Olympic something-champ, in fancy hi-tech swimsuits. But the angle and the pose, and even perhaps the types of suits they were wearing, made Libby Lenton look so much more massive and muscly than Grant Hackett. /End of funny.

Half an hour left. It's bad that they are on during term time this year, in 2000, when we held the best games ever, they were during the spring holidays. But it's the beginning of the term, and the first week is the most awesome week, but I have to prepare a politics presentation for wednesday.

Enough rambling.
Seeya
Stair.

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