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Argh, Sunday. I'm at uni attempting to write another assignment. I got my first one back on Friday and it had some scribbles all over it - who knows what they said! The only part I could discern with any degree of confidence was "good". Right-o. I'll take that on board then. I'm supposed to start my teaching prac this week but I still don't know where I am going! I'm trying to just not worry about it but that's hard on the weekends when there is nothing to do but think about such things. Well, that's not completely true. Yesterday I did go on a wine tour of the McClaren Vale for my friend's 30th. It was a good day, we didn't get too messy, had a lovely lunch and tried plenty of wines. I had a pretty good cocktail of whites and red and ports going on in my tummy I tell you what! The bus took us back to the birthday/housewarming party lined up for the evening, on the way stopping at mine to pick up a few bottles of wine leftover from my housewarming. On to the party and suddenly all the drinking throughout the day caught up with me and I recall having some very odd conversations with various people, toasting marshmallows, and dropping a full bottle of red on my foot resulting in some pretty serious bruising today. Don't think I'll be running off to touch this arvo... Actually I have several mysterious injuries, I somehow managed to cut my fingers as well - I think it may have been while trying to open a bottle. Oops. Several people spent a good while rubbing the tuna mornay (sp?) in my face. Not literally, just going on about how fantastic it was because I couldn't eat it. I do miss tuna because it is so easy. Tuna goes in salads, in pasta, it's cheap and it's yummy and quick - how can you go wrong? But I did eat teh pasta bake instead and it was yummo - although I probably could have done without it since I'd been eating finger foods non-stop since arriving. There was a brilliant guacamole which the host made - there was a massive bowl full of it and it was practically licked clean. Will try and recreate it myself... Oh yeah, vegie spring rolls went into the guacomole too - that was a good combo!

I was very lucky to get a lift home with a non-drinker who stayed very late like me. Bent his ear with endless chatter about what's going on in Jo's head at the moment, although without any context it must have made for extremely confusing ramblings so perhaps it was if nothing else, amusing. Fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and woke up at 7:30 when my alarm went off, grrr, and then snoozed until 11. Feel a little seedy, but not too bad.

I've just had a massive conversation with a girl from my course who is equally confused about what we are supposed to be doing over the next few weeks. It feels so nice to know that everyone else is just as much in the dark about what we are actually doing here as I am. Not that it bodes well that so many of us are confused, but it does mean that perhaps I'm not as slow as I was beginning to think.