"Cat, I'm so bored," said I, on Saturday.

"Jill, I'm BORED," I wrote on Saturday.

"Pete, I'm bored," I said on Sunday.

That was all before I ran into Kell at uni yesterday and decided we'd apply to be the directors for next year's Summer School, and start right away with the planning and application process. [A process made pleasant when we saw how spunky the Student Union president was. Kell swore that he was flirting with us in that brief interview we had with him.]

That was before Ling and Cat rang to see if I wanted to catch up tonight. That was before I volunteered to do I-don't-know-what with the Transition Program on Friday. That was before I decided to take my project girls to a picnic at the Bowl and catch a MSO concert under the stars. That was before Cat muttered something about an afternoon tea party on Sunday before we go off to hear a swing band at Fitzroy Gardens.

"Woo hoo. I'm not bored anymore," I said to Pete last night, clapping my hands in glee. "I'm so excited."