Overdosing on literary subjects.

Today I bought a laptop with the scholarship money centrelink gave me for studying at University.
It was rather delightful this-morning, casually tapping my pin number into the atm and pressing a few buttons only to see a figure of one thousand and several hundred dollars staring back it me in shining, white digits.
It would have been more enjoyable if it had have been staying there, but nevertheless I needed a laptop oh-so-badly and now I have one, and I'm most certainly  not complaining. I still have quite a bit left, after purchasing the laptop, and Microsoft office and the warranty doo-dads I ended up spending $920 all up.
And to be perfectly and somewhat embarrassingly honest with you, I was actually shaking after I spent such a large amount of money. I think I went into a little bit of shock, but now I'm here with my newest baby and I'm mighty fine,  apart from the horrendous flu I have and the tiny but insanely irritating pimple I have forming on my chin.

I typed up three study sheets for the next 14 weeks of my uni work. I'm going to print them out tomorrow and stick them on the wall by my bed, just so I can stare at them and use them as a fuel for future anxiety attacks. I kid, I kid. I do need them, and they will help me very much so. I'm enjoying the uni course so far, and what it has to offer although it has taken many hour upon hour to figure everything out, and I think I've nearly figured it all out, I just need to buy one more textbook and a selection of other books I need for one particular unit.
I've even already done task 1 for week 1, which was only a small paragraph but in reality it is a rather large achievement for me. When I was in my senior years at High School I feel into an awful habit of not doing assignments or work because I was scared, and I would become so stressed that no matter how many times I read the assignment sheet, thought about, tried to start it, and so on, I would freeze up and not be able to process anything and I would never finish the task. It was only after the due date was gone, and I didn't have to worry about making up another excuse as to why I hadn't completed it, that I could actually make sense of it all.  So this year, I aim to not do that at all. I most certainly will not do it, because this work involves a rather large debt at the end and could potentially be the beginning of my future life career. I hope so, anyway.

I think I'll stop this nonsensical rambling now and go and make myself a nice hot, milky Chai tea to get me all drowsy and ready for sleep. Tomorrow, I have things to do. Like read my first lot of readings, continue to be involved in my online classes, start drafting Assignment one and all the other jazz I have lined up in my real world, like food shopping, getting film developed and purchasing a new printer to print of my study plans. Goodnight whitechalkandpaper, we will meet again soon.