Good on ya

"Good on ya": Australian slang for "good job" or "well done."

Me: "Professor Raol, I've finished identifying the fairy wrens."
Professor: "Good on ya."
Me: "What? Where is it?"
Professor: "Camille, there's nothing on you. I meant to say, 'Good job.' "
Me: "...Oh."

If you can't tell by now, I've encountered many, many embarrassing situations. It's okay, the frequency has rapidly diminished to about two per week. Yay!

So I've taken a break from writing my paper to blog for a bit. Okay, who am I kidding, I wrote about half a page and then promptly fell asleep on my laptop. I then had a fitful dream about having an affair with my professor and then somehow getting caught by a jealous classmate. My professor and I were then thrown in court, where I bumped into his wife who kept crying and screaming at me. The judge then ruled that I would have to share custody of the kids, which was really random, not to mention completely illogical. I woke up with my heart going a hundred miles a hour.

I have another Education field trip coming up (which, coincidentally enough, means I will be spending even more time with aforementioned professor). This one is going to be a three day hike in Wilson's Promontory. I'm really excited about this one, since the scenery looks gorgeous in the photos. I hope the weather is warm!

My farmer trip has gotten me thinking how nice it would be to live in a farm. I would love to have a little white cottage, a vegetable garden with an orchard, some chickens, a dairy cow, a couple of sheep, a horse or two and a Kelpie. I would be able to sustain myself quite comfortably and life would be blissfully simple. My dad had always told us how his dream was to retire on a little farm. Realistically, it's impossible on his wages, but it is a nice goal.

Today I discovered that one of Zoe's friends "fancies" me, as my other British roommate puts it.
"Camille, do you remember Aaron?" she asked me as I was washing dishes.
"Who?" I said, having no clue who Aaron was.
"The American guy who came over a few nights ago?"
I still had no idea.
"He was about -this- high?"
Still no clue.
"Well, he wants to ask you out on a date."
".....Excuse me?"
Zoe grinned at me with obvious delight, while in the background, I hear a voice shout, "He faaaancies youu!!" "Aw, come on, Camille! He's quite nice," she said.
"Um, does he even know me?" I asked. I still had no idea who this guy is, and it was starting to bother me.
"No, but he wants to! That's why he's asking you out on a date."
I had a brief moment in which I thought, "Eh, why not?" but quickly shook it off and told her to politely decline for me. Though blind dates are romantic in movies, I doubt they work in real life. Besides, dating my roommate's friend would be so awkward.

Alrighty, time to call it a night. Tomorrow I'm supposed to head to Stanley Park to do my wildlife practical on the local birds, rush off to another class and then to work, respectively.