Is there a male equivalent of menopause? Cause I swear my dad's going through a period of extreme, old man grumpiness. The most simple question sets him off - and for once, I'm not even trying to be a smart alec. Mostly I just remain silent and take the verbal abuse until he cools off. If the whole thing wasn't so frustrating, I would find it hilarious. He actually spent 2 hours ranting about no-one owning up to turning off his computer when it turned out he'd been the one to programme it to automatically do that.

So yesterday was Open Day. It was useful I guess. I've figured out what I want to do and which uni would be the best one for my course. As much as I love the grounds and gorgeousness of USYD, I don't think I would end up going there in the future. Their communications course pales in comparison to UTS' and it seems much more theory based, whereas UTS puts a lot of emphasis on practical skills and actually getting out there to do some internship/work experience. My family couldn't care less about what I do anyway, as long as I don't end up on the streets, so it's all good. When my sister found out that I preferred UTS over USYD though, she had a moment where she was like, "All my friends think USYD is fifty times better. They say UTS is a crap uni." I then had to kindly explain to her that her friends are from SGHS and that it's all in the name of their school. 'Nuff said.

I must admit though, that lecture on the course at UTS was so convincing, I'm worried that they might have somehow brainwashed me. At the beginning I was all like,