Presently, I am indulging in a little wanton procrastination, when I really should be doing a 2000 word history essay on the Australian History Wars, or doing a linguistics assignment that I haven’t started yet but which is due on Friday. The history essay is a very interesting topic, one that has fascinated me even before I began this course, although I fear the essay doesn’t quite answer the question. At this late stage I just say “fuck it”. As long as I pass.

In other news, there is a very good chance I will be moving out of home next year! The university has a number of terrace houses in Darlington and Forest Lodge (a totally disingenuously named suburb; there are probably no lodges and definitely no forests within its boundaries). It looks like, with the help of the inheritance from Pop’s estate, Dad is prepared to support me next year while I’m 24, until I can qualify for Austudy when I turn 25. We discussed it at length in the car the other day and nutted out several possible scenarios, all with a bare minimum of convincing argument on my part. We haven’t let Mum in on it yet—that is a task for next week when I have more time to argue—but I’m sure once I point out that it will mean better health due to a drastic cut in commuting and the ability to pick up an extra subject with the time saved in transit, that she will (probably begrudgingly) see the merit in the plan.

Speaking of Pop, we have been involved in the somewhat sombre exercise of readying his home for auction, which will happen on the 27th of October. Dad is on holidays at the moment, so he’s been going down every day to clear things out (Mum thinks I am a hoarder, but Pop is the king) and fixing little bits and pieces to get the house ready. I haven’t had a chance to help out because of the drug debacle, gastro and homework but next week I plan on going down to take some photos and old letters for the family history project my cousin Damien and I are working on. It will be a difficult day on the 27th.

And lastly, I was able to attend the mentor training day on Saturday. It was a great day; I met lots of great people and enjoyed myself, despite being on a strict sao and vegemite diet (mandated by Dr Mum) while everyone else enjoyed really yummy looking sandwiches.

So that’s it for now. I think I better get back to the history stuff, before it gets any later and I end up staying up late, again. Hopefully next week I can write the next installment of A history of us.