After yet another afternoon fuelled by too much coffee and not enough to eat, I finally decide to do some reading on caffeine.
For someone who has quite a lot of trouble sleeping, I want to be asleep a surprising amount of the time I am awake.
Recently, Nobel Prize winning biochemist Tim Hunt stood down from his position at University College London after his comments at a conference in Seoul led to widespread outrage in the scientific community.
This year I am writing an honours dissertation in English literature.
I didn't feel the earthquake on Monday night. I was walking to a friend's house after work with headphones on, and so far as I was aware everything was normal and if anything swayed a little I must have just put it down to my faulty eyesight.
Representation of women in the media is something I think about a lot, and it seems like for the last few weeks all anyone has been able to talk about is the movie Mad Max: Fury Road.
This week my classmate gave a presentation on Edgar Allan Poe's horror stories.
It's getting to the time of year when I am completely overwhelmed by the number of assignments I have to turn in.
Fashion week has been and gone in Dunedin, and typically, having missed the opportunity to engage with the fashion industry first hand, I've started thinking about it a week late.
I've written before about my love for tacky British crime shows set in sleepy country villages.
Last week, Rape Crisis, in conjunction with Dunedin independent art space Fresh 'n Fruity, held a hui in order to facilitate discussion around sexual assault, how best to support those who have been sexually assaulted, and how to help create safer spaces within our community.
The other night I had a very vivid dream about the clarinet. I haven't played the clarinet since high school, though I do still have a clarinet somewhere among my possessions.
At the beginning of this year I had only two goals.
How many times have you been offended this week?
I have only been to the hairdressers three times in my 21 years of life.
Walking home from the supermarket one afternoon my flatmate Rosie was banned from making up pet names.
At school they always tell you that you should never flat with your friends. Whether or not that was the only parting advice my school offered, I'm not sure, but it seems to be the only thing that stuck.
Out of respect for Lou Reed, I tried to hold out on reading anything written about him until he was well and truly dead.
Before I moved in with one of my beloved flatmates I had never been the kind of person that bought cask wine.
Summer in Dunedin has well and truly arrived, and along with it the familiar eerie silence.