I Heart Chlorinated Swimming Pools
OK, so I am being sarcastic.
My hair feels stringy, my skin feels tight, and my eyes sting.
And this is all after having a shower.
Back to the world of study
Today marks the beginning of the next phase in my study. I’m a little excited, I must admit. See, the last attempt was a little half-hearted, mostly due to lack of funds (which meant I could not afford to buy the text books I required and was using one that was 20 years old). Luckily I have a job now, which makes it easier to afford to buy the textbooks I need, but only allowing me enough time to study part-time so I reach my goal much later than I had hoped.
I can understand now why so many people put off furthering their education. You either need to have saved for it in preparation, have wealthy parents, or a partner to help foot the bill. Luckily I am a single parent, so the Government bestows extra bucks a fortnight to assist with my financial commitments in regards to study. I feel sorry for those who are young students living away from home. Austudy is a fucking joke. The amount of money wouldn’t even cover most peoples rent. Many employers aren’t flexible, or willing to work around the employees commitments, therefore making it difficult for some students to work. I have no idea how some people can afford the $300 a term it would cost me in textbooks if I studied full-time.
I Heart Fishing (cept for the bit where I catch one)
My mum and her partner have a boat they like to take out fishing. I heart getting out there in the water when there is next to no wind, a good amount of sunshine, and plenty of time to waste. I heart casting out, reeling in, the anticipation, etc. I just hate touching fishy stuff (ie bait), I can’t handle taking the hook out of its mouth, and it breaks my heart when I actually catch one.
On Saturday we ventured out for a bit of fishing. All was going well. I managed to get my mums partner to bait ‘er up for me. I was kicking back, taking it easy and enjoying life until one hit. I hooked a huge mother fucker of a fish (red snapper to be exact). After a fair amount of struggle due to my only having skinny girly wrists, we final got the guy in the boat. I looked down at him entangled in the net, laying on the bottom of the boat. His one-eye was looking directly at me. I could feel him thinking “Why? Why is this happening to me?” It broke my bloody heart, though we didn’t throw him back. I feel so guilty though.
On the upside, we had about 3 dolphins diving in and out of the water so close to out boat that I could have thrown something and hit one in the head. Actually, that isn’t true. I’m a rotten shot.
