Zombies and University

I've been listening to the sound of zombies approaching for about an hour now, because I've become particularly attached to The Walking Dead and purchased the game. Except the game has been freezing on the same part (I've legit restarted my computer about seven times now), to the point where I was so fed up with restarting it that I went and grabbed my laptop and am now sitting on the floor waiting for it to miraculously fix itself. First world problems.

But seriously, amidst my really bad exam procrastination (or really good, depending on how you look at it), I've become so obsessed with that show. I've finally caught up with the US and honestly, each episode just gets better. I'm like a fish eating a piece of bait - hooked! (Cue really bad pun.)

On an (actually) serious note, I figure I'd let you all (four of you that read this) in on my plans for next year. Long story short, I'm going to Sydney. Well, I say 'going'. I've applied for UNSW to do a Bachelor of Media - Journalism and Communications, however my ATAR fell just short of the 2012 entry requirement (86.25 instead of 86.45), so I'm hoping my uni results (which aren't great, but I've only failed one unit... so far) will get me over the line and accepted. To which I then plan on deferring it for six months so I can save money/look for a place/get my shit together and sell my car/piano/computer/old clothes to also help fund my departure. I kind of held off from saying anything for a while because I was worried that if I didn't get in that I'd hate to have to go back to people who ask me 'So when are you moving?' and have to constantly reply with 'Oh, well actually I'm not going, I wasn't good enough etc etc...'. For that reason, I'm not telling anyone else. I feel I've told enough of my nearest and dearest anyway - the ones that won't accuse me of being foolish for taking such a big chance in the first place (because my chances of getting in are very, very slim).

I haven't told Mum yet though. I figure I'd leave that to if I got in. She's always telling me I can't do things, so I figure if she doesn't know, she can't stop me from doing something I really want to do because she's scared/doesn't approve.