mehh someone totally spoiled the next episode of project runway that I was going to for me.
"JAY WAS SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT! HE MADE THIS LIKE GROSS TANK TOP THING"
"EMILIO WAS TEAM LEADER AND PICKED SETH AARON AND THEY WON"
"AMY GOT KICKED OUT"

IN MY BRAIN I'M LIKE @$*&^#%

I HATE SPOILERS THAT I HAVE NOT CONDONED TO BE TOLD.

reblogged from wifey

omg I was so totally amused by that HAHA. seriously! omg! I would so wear a shirt with that on it!

blogger you suck. why did both autosave and publishing fail?

vodafone mobile network you suck. why did you have to disconnect when I was blogging?

nurhhh I don't feel like blogging anymore.

ESSAYSSSSSS.

I should be drowning in words about now, but I'm not. WHICH MEANS I NEED TO WRITE MORE!

I've got about 250 words about my sunset observations left to write and a full 1000 about the apparent realism of Ron Mueck's work. I'm hoping to finish it by tomorrow (no class cos it's anzac day hurray!) because I know I won't do it at any other time. But it seems pretty impossible seeing as I have the attention span of an ADHD 2 year old.

chipmunk's already on her second essay! and fish is like.. done with both? I think?

Oh and it's so weird you know, my psych tutor was like "oh yea you can write in first person if you want, I think it's easier" and my music psych lecturer was like "you can write in first person, we're not very picky about that in music psych". That basically goes against what we've been taught since we began writing essays.

can you spell awesome in facepaint? hahah.

yay I watched date night today! It was like an amalgamation of the best of michael scott and liz lemon sprinkled with some epic chase scenes. A really good movie to watch if you're stressed I think.

ahhh I finally gave in to watching john mayer with mr ngo even though it's on a monday night because I keep seeing/hearing john mayer everywhere + it was eating away at my brain + I checked my assignment due dates and it's the week after psych is due and a month before music psych is due (:

I want to watch letters to juliet.

but no one wants to watch with me.

I just got yelled at for wanting to watch it.

wtf. I'll go watch it myself when it's out.

From my itchinbitchinwife's tumblr.

I really love ho ho hopefully. Never get sick of it. It's one of those songs that I can listen to at any time of the day, no matter what mood I'm in.

HAHA FRENCH TOAST

Eating Woolworths home brand mozarella cheese at 11:38pm with my grubby little fingers. On my way to becoming fat fatter.

I swear, cold weather really makes a big difference in my appetite. I get hungrier way faster. Oh but the cheese wasn't really hunger. It was resultant of slow internet, rendering me unable to distract myself from studying bio, and the utter reluctance to study bio. I'll never absorb anything in the state I'm in now anyway. And that is why I'm here!

Since daylight savings started/ended (whateverrr I just know that I'm 2 hours ahead of Singapore instead of 3) I've been waking up at 8+ every morning. This is called jet lag fail. And because we moved our clocks back on Easter Sunday, my Easter break hasn't exactly been particularly restful.

Either way, I actually did work today. I went to see the Ron Mueck exhibition and a sunset for psych. Took notes, or at least attempted to. I am pretty worried about finishing the assignment. Gosh. Due ffffffing 23 April.

hurhur I totally lovehate someone. You're quite awesome but you're pretty annoying when you're not awesome.

omg bio is out to suck my blood

HIGHLY AMUSED. haha I was clearing up my email inbox (procrastinating bio). I reread some really hilarious emails from all you awesome people last year.

HIGHLY ANNOYED. Just cos I said that I'm clearing emails doesn't give you the right to come over and stare at all the stuff that's onscreen. Bloody rude. Invasion of privacy. Box your face.

Bio midsem is next week. I'm supposed to slog myself silly for 25 mcq questions. Wonderful.

"There seems to be plenty of it," was all I would answer, when the investigator asked me to say what I felt about time. Plenty of it, but exactly how much was entirely irrelevant. -Aldous Huxley