HOLIDAY SHIRT

Today was my last day of holidays before I enter my final semester at the VCA.

I've found that there is less and less difference between holiday time and uni time. That's not to say that uni is a walk in the park and a picnic, it's more that I've found these holidays to be just as busy, and that I'm chosing to spend my time in a similar way to the time I have during the semester. I guess that just means that what I want to do and what I need to do are to an extent interlinked, and that a 'holiday' is more a frame of mind than anything else.
So from here on I'll be holidaying indefinitely, with a holiday shirt to match.

Cheers to that!

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*See also: CRITIQUE

WORD.

TAILS.

There's not much in Malmsbury. Even less when you've lost your one (and only) wallet (within 10 minutes of arriving), and your only phone is out of credit.
The shops are closed.
The motel owner's out of town.
The buildings are run down.
We're in the rain/hail.
Out of food/luck.
No hot water.
Just a heater (thank fuck).
Tails we stay, heads, we go.
The coin always knows.