How I Hate Thee: The VL 135 Form

Are you an Australian citizen? No. Well then no soup for you.
Alas and Alack, I do not believe that I will be able to apply for teaching positions in Australia. They have a central registration policy and as a non-Australian, I don't seem to fit the bill. Therefore, my next 6-12 months will be less classroom oriented, more "would you like paper or plastic?" Fortunately, I'm feeling very up-with-people right now. I'm thinking book store or coffee shop might be the way to go. Heck, my friend Lindsay got her double microbiology-biochemistry degree and worked at a coffee shop for 2 years in London. Sometimes you just gotta take that break from academia.

In other news: I am now one day away from my one year anniversary (yay). Last night poor James was so tired. How was he to know that I would ingest enough caffeine to kill a small horse? Not surprisingly, he went to bed before I did. When I did decide to try and get a decent night's sleep, all I could think about was how bored I was. The victim of this, as you may have ascertained, was James. I spent 20 minutes in a full-on struggle with my conscious before deciding that nice girlfriends do not randomly shake their boyfriends awake. It was a guilt-shifting boon when the alarm clock/James' cell phone beeped, indicating that someone had left him a message. "Are you awake?" I muttered. "mmmhmm." He replied sleepily. And with that the conversation was begun. Poor James.