Sometimes I just think of myself as a horrible person

I know I said I was going to try to be a better blogger - sigh what a joke that was.

However, I have finished uni for the year - so I will see what summer brings.
You may have noticed I said for the year and not for life, here is what happened. I got so sick, that I failed a unit, and there was no way to fix it.
So at least another semester is needed... but I have a plan (I always have a plan).
I'm going to pick up some politics units and maybe some English literature - have yet to make up my mind on that one.
I think that way I'l be a more rounded journalist.
Plus when I was filling out the application for the ABC cadetship, I just didn't have enough experience as a journalist for me to believe that I could even be considered.
So this up coming year, the year the world is meant to end - will be me trying to gain experience as a journalist and finding ways to fill up that quota.

I'm also going to be going on a camping trip with my mum starting tomorrow. Hopefully there will be internet access, just so that I can still be in contact with the world.
I'm going to use this time however to try and edit my novel.
I've been working on it for about 9 years now, so I think it is almost time for it to see the light of day - and have a chance at being published.

Well that is the plan anyway.

Also I painted my nail's red - not sure I like it.
What do you think?

Yeah I don't know either.

Time, ill spent

Dear Readers,

Depending on who is reading this, you might have have known that last week was very exciting for me, and not in a good way.
I attended the Uni Cocktail Party at this cool little bar in Fremantle, WA - called the East End Bar.
Awesome place, there were velvet covered walls, luxurious couches (including a chaise...) - all in all rather fantastic place, and I would generally recommend it!
However, and maybe its as I am hitting that early mid-twenties stage and I don't bounce back as quick, I have either had alcohol poisoning or my drink was spiked.
An experience that I don't recommend for anyone, nor one that I ever thought I would have.

Luckily it happened as the bar tab was closing and it was the last drink I had that was the issue.
However, I can not remember the last hour of the night.
I have been using my best detective skills to try and piece together what happened to me. I have found more people that remember the night a whole lot more than I do, so I am talking to them trying to sought out what I did - which ends up being an entirely different story.

I am a little wary now, and it will be a long time before I am able to drink alcohol again.

So let this be a lesson to all of you, keep an eye on what you're drinking - and how much you drink. Losing hours of your life and time not spent partying with your friends on the dance floor is time ill-spent.