Dragons and Typewriters.

Of the most depressing realisations I have had, the one pertaining to the non-real nature of dragons is by far the worst.


Sure, there are komodo dragons (lizard-type things) and dragonflies (overrated, long, fly-cross-butterfly things). And I suppose you also count frill-necked lizards, and so on. But it's just not the same thing. 


It's not that I ever believed in dragons - it's more that once I found out about them and knew they were mythical, I just felt like crying. Even now, every now and again it hits - dragons don't really exist - and all of that raw emotion comes flooding back.


Anyway. 


I'm nearly at the end of Honours. Nothing is going right, just as it should be. I just thought that all of the things going wrong would be to do with the actual science, not the people or access to the microscope. Supervisor will not be happy with the latest development. And he's just gone to America for some conference. Yay.


I have decided that if I get a H1, I will get a typewriter for myself. When I was very little - about 5 or 6 - my grandparents had a typewriter that was kept at our house. I used to love typing up random stuff. I don't know where the typewriter disappeared to, but I do know I didn't appreciate it enough at the time. There's just something so timeless and beautiful about a typewriter. Computers are great, but the typewriter captures the pure essence of it all. 

In the event that I get a H2A, I will reward myself with a book. 


And if I fail, I will just need lots and lots of cake. 


Peace and love,


S.