AHHHHHH. I’ve been CITED. Someone referenced MY academic paper in THEIR academic paper. It’s my first citation. I’m so excited I’m gonna pee myself 🚽🥳🚽🥳🚽🥳

So I know I always call him Mr. Omoikiri but that’s just for ease because he’s my human and he has been for a long time and we always knew we were stuck with each other for forever. But I guess he really is (soon to be) mr. Omoikiri now

Just poking my head in after a very long absence to let everyone know that as of 3:15 today I am henceforth to be known only as Dr. Omoikiri 💪

Hello! It's been a hot minute. What's new?

Quick update. Mr. Omoikiri and I finally got hitched a week ago

And Mabel is still the cutest puppy in the world

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I am a language professional. We tend to believe firmly in descriptivism. Language is fluid and you can do whatever you want with it. There is no right or wrong. Nothing really upsets me except for when people say ‘an historical X’ or ‘an horrific X’ but even then it just makes me scrunch my nose up.

But there is one thing that I cannot accept. One thing that makes stop what I’m doing and just want to scream in disgust ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU CLOWN??’

And it’s when Americans refer to pasta as ‘noodles’

Especially if they call it a ‘lasagne noodle’

Been a while since I dropped by. This is why:

I think we’re finally at submission day 😬

Ok our journal has been published which means I am officially done for the year now.

Mabel and I just baked some dog biscuits for her

And I’m gonna spend the rest of the day cleaning and reading ✌️

Great weather today, so Mabel decided to get cracking on some of those summer jobs of hers

Not a bird contribution, sorry. But Mabel’s shenanigans this morning:

Her and her best mate at the dog park (which doubles as the local cricket ground) decided to play vigorous bitey face on the freshly painted red boundary lines. So now she’s pink. 🤦‍♀️

She’s very proud of her work though. I guess she’s just showing up for the Pink Test.

Today is a really hard day.

Today we finally had to move my nana into respite care. She’s not taking it well. Neither are we

Today Mr Omoikiri is having his wisdom teeth out. And while it’s completely routine and there no danger in it, I’m sick with worry and waiting around to get the call that he’s fine and I can go and pick him up.

Today I have to review this 80,000 word thesis and get to back to my supervisors.

I am so mentally and emotionally drained and my day isn’t even half done.

Happy birthday to me 🥳

Stopping by for a life update because it’s been a while.

• PhD is submitted and I’m in limbo for now
• still very overworked
• my worst fears have been realised. the three (3) pear trees that are in the front and back yard at this house are, indeed, the cum variety
• I’m reading A Psalm for the Wild-Built this weekend and it’s such a fucking delight. One of the best things I’ve read all year, and I’ve read over 40 books now.

What’s new with you guys. I’ve missed you ❤️

I went to visit nana in respite care today. The place she is is really nice and the nurses and the others there are lovely. I genuinely think it’s as nice as you can get with these kinds of things. The problem is that nana’s dementia means that she forgets why she’s there. Her short term memory is about 5 minutes long now, and every few minutes she asked me “when do I get to go home?” It broke my heart every time. She doesn’t remember what happened to put her there and she doesn’t understand. When she saw me walk into the common space she jumped up and said “you’ve come to take me home!!” It was all I could do to not cry on the spot. She’s also started reverting to being scared of my grandfather. He’s been dead for 30 years. He was a raging alcoholic and very physically and emotionally violent, but nana also gave out as much as she got back in the day and has never expressed being afraid of him before. But when I kept having to say to her “no Nan, this is your home now, remember? You’re here so that we can keep you safe” she’d just nod and go “right, to keep me safe from him he’s always so angry when he drinks.” So that’s interesting.

Anyway I took her to the pancake parlour and let her go to town and order anything she wanted and she was so stoked. She’s never as happy as she is when she’s got dessert.

I need and entire bottle of wine and a good cry now.

Mabel had her first groom today and they just sent me a Christmas photo of her. Look at her happy lil tongue 🥹

In other news: I’m mad at how much work I have to do despite making it very clear to the universe that I was not planning on working this month.

I just got an email from my supervisor saying that my thesis is almost there. About one more week of concentrated effort and then it’ll be done. Then I’ll have my final month to just proofread, check the citations, format and do all the frontmatter nonsense. I’m so happy I could cry.

Reading through my second full draft of my thesis. And you know what? Sometimes, sometimes I can be really smart.

I also won $500 presenting my research yesterday, which was great. Promptly had to spent $200 of it on petrol and two (2) make up products, which was not so great.

In my car waiting to head in for this official event. Dilemma. I need to do a poop really badly, but I don’t think I’d ever get over the mortification of doing a poo in a diplomats house. I would, however, like the experience of pooing in a house that costs at least $15,000,000. The toilet alone probably costs more than my car.

Uhhhh. The deanery just sent around an email. All catering done on campus is required to be vegetarian. They’re calling it ‘corporate vegetarianism.’ What fresh hell is this?

Stopping by after a very long absence to introduce you all to Mabel:

I am OBSESSED with her and I am just showing her off to every single person I’ve ever met.

This morning I met this friendly handsome guy on my walk. He was very happy to make my acquaintance. I think I’m in love.

Photo description: a chunky and fluffy cat RUNNING up the footpath to headbutt me and get pats. ::: spoiler spoiler :::

Edit: don’t really appreciate that the website rotated the picture, but whatever