Late last night, or maybe even the day before last John told me to, “Take a towel with you tomorrow.” I said no and had some vague idea it might have been to do with Hitchhikers. I didn’t think much more of it.

I managed to sleep around the clock to a glorious 11:45am. Pottered around, had a good breakfast and eventually made it to the shower. I was sitting reading Sam’s blog (can I link to you yet Sam?) after the shower and she explained that she’d taken a towel with her to uni. I know she does crazy things sometimes – but I’m still rather surprised. Anyway, she left this link to: Towel Day :: A tribute to Douglas Adams which I naively clicked, as I do to many links.

Now I don’t really care that much for remembering someone like so- not being a very sentimental person (particularly with someone I don’t know) but I do admire Adam’s books as I find them just slightly hilarious. Okay, actually extremely hilarious. So the fact that I decided to get a towel was more to do with the novelty value, being rather bored and also so I could have something to blog about.

Having still very wet hair when I got the towel, it served it’s purpose quite well. I had the odd impulse to make Sopapilla’s this afternoon (they being Mexican – ummm how to explain them, just click the link!) the towel started getting in the way. I used it to dry my hands a couple of times and then the round the neck/over the shoulder thing got awkward. The towel spent a bit of time on my head, but I got sick of that and ended up tying it around my waist.

I could’ve used the towel as a breathing apparatus as I sucessfully managed to smoke out the house, but my hands and most of the rest of me was covered in flour. The sopapillas were good – despite the misleading environment.

I wore the towel around my waist for the whole of the afternoon, bought it with me to dinner. There was no, “Why do you have towel Rebecca?”. No odd looks. Perhaps they are used to me doing strange things – or they fell for the common magician trick of misdirection by only noticing the smokish air. Alternatively they might have been stunned that I cooked something without burning it. Good thing I threw the first three away before they got home…

The towel now sits on my lap and has at least provided me with a little of my own amusement.

And I dare say you wont hear about such doings again until next towel day…
Where, if my luck doesn’t hold out, I’ll have to go public with it.


Well, travis had the courtesy to link to this which celebrity are you most like? A facial recognition thing… register with a psudeo email you don’t need to verify or anything.

I was really bored so I did the thing roughly 11 times, (I only bothered with the female faces, I’ve been disgraced too much with masculinity lately) listed the top one or two – depending on if the percentages (none above about 67%) were up there. Below are my results:

Photo 1
Miranda Otto
Meryl Streep

Photo 2
Sarah Michelle Gellar
Laura Dern

Photo 3
Christy Turlington
Anne Frank

Photo 4
Katie Holmes

Photo 5
Claudia Schiffer
Jenifer Aniston

Photo 6
Rachel McAdams
Kelly Clarkson

Photo 7
Kate Hudson
JK Rowling

Photo 8
Jodie Foster

Photo 9
Mariah Carey
Lee Young-ae

Photo 10
Julie Andrews
Rachel McAdams

Photo 11
Rachel McAdams

My findings: A stupid waste of time – although rather amusing. Suposedly I am most like Rachel Adams – although somehow I don’t really think so.

Care to share which you resemble?


Hehe – I haven’t even gotten my mark yet.

Hello everyone in SIT161

I have been thinking about Assignment 2 assessment, and have also discussed it with several students (*coughjustincough*) and other lecturers.

I have decided that because the assessment was not written clearly enough for first year students, and so many students misunderstood the requirements, I will be adjusting the grades upwards.

This will be reflected in the grades in DSO in the next few days.



I am perhaps quite stupidly sitting online this time of night for no great reason. I’m not sure what to write.

Something maybe about the random lady I saw marching along the footpath in true soldier form at about 9:00 this morning, curiously absurd.

I did catch the train to uni todya, I forget how much I actually like early morning train rides (when it’s not freezing cold). With some blue sky and some sun it’s insanely enjoyable, although it’s probably just me. I have had some of the most ‘content’ times sitting on trains. It’s really quite strange.

I read some of Perspectives after considering Running with Scissors (yeah hi to the freak who takes two books so she can choose) and deciding it would ruin the cheerful mood. It was joyfully (NB sarcasm) something about relationships, yes, in ‘that’ way, but I actually had quite a reasonable talk to God about some stuff and am pretty cool and unbothered with it all at the moment. To be honest if people keep bringing it (relationships of ‘that’ variety) up like they have the past few months I think I’ll have to start telling them to… shutup? I’m a little bit over it. Not as such to wear the single crown like _ is at the moment, but enough to have thought things over and done it to death… at least for now.

Short stint at uni, went to the one tute, handed in the assignment, started on the next one (group one). Heard a collective joint moan from Justin, Jen and co about the last assignment and marks (the one of mine that hasn’t been marked yet… at least she managed to locate it!) I understand why they complain, but sometimes you should just draw the line. Yes it wasn’t clear. Yes you got a lower mark than you wanted. What’s done is done. (Please make no reference to the blog title).

Home via Box Hill where I succumbed to chips and gravy. I refused any salt, which suposedly isn’t so good for you – but somehow think the gravy kind of stuffed that up… the chips too come to think of it.

Got home, stuffed around online for a bit. Lay down on my bed for a moment and woke up an hour later, I got up for maybe five or ten minutes but for the life of me I’m not sure what I did, but I lay back down and managed another half hour. I rarely sleep during the day, but I think I needed it.

Afternoon tea with the lovely Samantha up at Morrisons. It was her phone call that woke me up. I sat at the top of the road waiting for her to come on the bus and after about Bus no.6 (school time) I called her and she happened to be in the cafe already – great communication Rebecca. Another nice prolonged sit in the sun on a stump (rather than in the bus shelter).

A latte and half a piece of jaffa cake later – we try to get something different every time, well nothing much really…

Young Adults tonight. I was there first, for once early to something. I really hate being late to things but (oh stuff it I’m going to use the word lately) lately the ‘late thing’ has been happening, was good to break the trend.

We ended up doing a Spiritual gifts test thing, to I guess understand a little of where each of us is coming from (big lot of people there tonight) and to continue the conversation around spiritual gifts. Yes we do all know that they can’t really tell you that much.

I blahed out Wisdom up the top, followed by an equal score in: Admin, Knowledge, Faith. Not too surprised – a little about the faith thing perhaps.

Celebacy was on there. Hehe. No I didn’t score too highly there, surprisingly _ and _ did… or not so surprisingly. Interesting some of the questions were (let me slip into yoda speech) in light of what I was thinking about this morning.

The customary drive up the road to Macca’s. And the rest is history. And I should really really be asleep considering I’m still “sick” and can tell it.