I am sorry, very, very sorry...

to my few, but cherished, readers. I have neglected you. It is as if I left you in the car while I went into Woolies, and didn't come out for a very long time.

You called the police.

We had a fight.

I started crying.

You started crying.

We hugged and now everything is okay.

How has life been?

I've learnt some very valuable lessons in my blog-absence, want to hear about them? Glorious, I knew you would.

INTERNATIONAL HOUSE IS A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE

If you were to ask me 12 months ago, "Say, Mel, would you like to live on International House next year?" I would have said "Hellz No, you goddamn fool. What do you think this is? Bush week?"
However, here I am. Living with my closest friends, and I LOVE it! Apart from my friends, I live with a lovely girl from China called Rose, a crazy Canadian called Kent, Hassan from India and a girl Megan, from Sydney (I hear Sydney is a lovely, yet rarely visited place on the World's Stage, I should check it out one day).

CANBERRA IS DANGEROUS

Ha ha ha, I hear you laugh. You think Canberra is just a place for politicians and porn stars, well think again! Rose (see her mentioned above, I can't believe you've forgotten her already) was strolling home from the mall, which is about a ten minute walk, when a bunch of jiving, jibber-jabbing fools decided it would be a hilarious and wildly exotic thing to punch and kick Rose (while filming it) as she walked, her hands full of groceries.

Upon hearing this, we went into crisis talks. Firstly, we wanted to ambush these punks and film them getting beaten up, but then we decided to bake (buy) Rose a delicious cake and let her know that Canberra isn't so bad.

The infamous 'Rose' cake ( translation thanks to an immense Chinese population on IH)

LIFE IS STARTING TO GET A LITTLE SCARY  NOW

I just entered my last year (EVAH) of my degree. This time next year hopefully i'll be blogging to you from my lounge room in Sydney (not my campus room in Canberra), revealing how fabulous my life is as a lifestyle journalist (in reality, probably an editorial coordinator). But in the meantime, I get to sit through lectures when I learn about how tough it's going to be to get said lifestyle journalism job. The search begins! *Cue Australian Idol theme music*

We Heart It.com Cute huh!

GREEK FETTA IS WAY BETTER THAN DANISH FETTA

Needs no explanation, really. I made the switch and oh.my.austar I love Greek fetta. If it were a person I would have probably sent it a Valentines Day gift yesterday.

Also, while you're here, tell me something about what you have learnt so far this year? Did you get a Valentines gift this year? I didn't *holds grudge* However, I didn't give my boyf one either *Banishes grudge* Life is good.

Smell ya later

x.