Waiting

I don't like waiting. Not that anybody really does, but those close to me can verify that I am a particularly impatient person. Patience really isn't one of my (otherwise many) virtues. I have inherited my mothers punctuality, which has been marginally relaxed by being married to a man whose family is barely even aware of time in a traditional sense. It is more of an abstract idea that is loosely relevant to his family.
It's like I have an inbuilt clock or something, and I don't have to think about how long somewhere will take to get and when we'll need to leave I just know and am painfully, seriously uncooly punctual.
My sister (who I am in fact waiting for now, and therefore brought on these thoughts) did not inherit this punctual quality. When we were teenagers going somewhere together, if she wasn't ready when I told her I would be, I would leave without her. We roar laughing about it now, and we both concede that we both could have been more considerate of the other (me a bit more patient, her more organised), but gosh it used to piss me off! Haha
In fact while we're on the subject of getting ready to go out, it is a regular occurence in our house that my husband takes more time to get ready than I do! How funny, but lately I've been getting more flexible, and even scheduling to arrive places late *gasp*.
Anyhow this has been a pleasant way to pass the time while I wait for my sister........

Internet Fix

Ahhhhhhh. It's been three long days since I could access the internet from the comfort of my own home, and now voila I'm connected with the world again. Thanks to the lovely, unobtrusive, quiet and generally proffessional builders (are you catching my sarcastic tone here?) that are employed to renovate the house we live in, our phone line was cut last week, and I was cut off from the outside world with no warning. Horror!
My hero (AKA the telstra man) came today and fixed it. Hurrah! What I want to know, now that I experienced a few days without the net, is how the hell did anyone get anything done before the internet?
And despite the fact that my phone line is working again, those pesky builders are still here. Hammering, sawing, drilling and even using a jack hammer as I type. Lovely. So you know I think it's time I scooted off to uni, where I can relax and escape. Yay!

Vice Presidential Duties

So I know what the name of the student club I am VP of is now. That's always good isn't it? I have an inkling I am going to be quite good at this too. Especially if tonights "meeting" was anything to go by. We decided earlier in the week it would be a good idea to get together 'off campus', to discuss what we want to do with the club, and to start organising our first social event.

Our meeting went like this; meet at uber cool bar in the city, drink alcohol outside under an outdoor heater, briefly discuss official business (so as to give the appearance at least that this was a serious meeting, not an excuse to get pissed). Adjourn official business, order more drinks - and let the drinking games begin. Like I said, I think I can get used to this.

It also helps that our President - the all round nice guy/jock/good at freaking everything but you can't dislike him coz he's so bloody nice - was shocked, yes you read correctly SHOCKED I tell you, to learn that *gasp* I am nearly 30. In fact the entire group looked genuinely confused. I love them all! And I might add that this was before the drinking had begun. Apparently he thought I was 22 max. Awesome.

It's not all drinking and compliments though. There are serious and important things to attend to. Like for example, tomorrow I have to check my email to see if President has sent through graphics for flyers we're making. I know what you're thinking. How do I cope with the stress and the pressure? To tell you the truth I don't know, I just find a way and hope for the best.