Rargh...ito cells & slow
I press pens down really hard when I write. Therefore, it really sucks when the felt-tip of felt-tip pens begins to slowly disappear, until the only way for the pen to actually function is to hold it vertically while writing. (Dammit…and it happened with the nice purple one too.)
Yes, that was the highlight of today…oh wait, I found out that on our very first anatomy practical, a girl mistakenly grabbed testicles and exclaimed “Ooo! Kidneys!”
I’m not entirely sure how she managed that (disregarding that the specimen was cut in half along the midline of the body…but really even then) seeing as kidneys tend to be on the inside of the body cavity as opposed to the outside in the groin region…which leads me to my next point.
Argh…blonde girls who really aren’t blonde. It’s funny to tease them and stuff because they take it and go along with the jokes, but if I’m in a ‘I am woman-hear me roar’ mood then it really irks me. Lovely girl though-I just don’t like the way she overdoes the blondeness.
I have nothing against blondeness, because I’m sure we’ve all had blonde moments-however, when it’s feigned…Hmm.
Actually, I don’t know why I wrote that-I’m not really even pissed about it.
I haven’t felt pissed in a long time actually.
AT the moment, I feel hippy-ish. Not because I eat magic mushrooms or smoke bongs and enjoy frolicking in meadows (actually, I kind of do enjoy frolicking…just not in meadows).
Today, I felt like I didn’t have a strong opinion towards anything…not really apathy.
I feel like I’ve floated through today, no direction-I just did things because I had to or because I could.
*sigh*
Actually, I kind of feel like I’ve burned out from too much happiness. That doesn’t even make any sense, but that’s what I feel like.
Starbucks at Mac Square has shut down. This is the end of extra-large & cheap coffee. Now I must either go to The Coffee-Club or Gloria Jeans (which requires walking up stairs and into Borders). I think I’ll go to Gloria Jeans…despite this meaning that I am contributing to the slow, yet sure takeover of the world by Hillsong.
Today, I felt like I didn’t want to have kids in the future (which isn’t true, because I’d love to have kids) & then I thought…hmm, maybe I should join the movement where you refuse to produce offspring to slow the demise of the EARTH.
I also used a lot of hairspray today & turned off all the power point switches for appliances which weren’t being used.
I think I will buy myself a book on Friday.
Things I’d like to achieve in the next 3 months/am wanting now:
1. Build up an Amy Tan book collection (mind you, I own none of her books atm).
2. I want Spring to come so I can wear my new skirt which is too cold for winter. I like it because on first glance it appears to be very large, billowy jean shorts. Which is awesome. Bahaha…fools!
3. To go buy that top from Glassons which I already bought but half of it turned yellow after it was dried on the washing line (twas originally white). Replacement therapy.
4. Some contact solution because I’m running out and don’t want to wear my glasses because they make me feel smart and for some reason distanced (I got new ones, in case you forgot…not dorky old-school frames, but the kind that everyone has nowadays).
5. To continue to use brackets unnecessarily and quite confusingly when writing.
6. To stop misspelling simple words (e.g. I just tried to write “right” instead of “write”).
7. To discover the wonders of strange ice-cream flavours.
8. To buy all the seasons of Scrubs and watch them in an ultra-movie marathon.
9. Brush up on my Vietnamese so my relatives don’t think I’m mute and dumb when I visit them in December.
10. For QANTAS to stop having technical problems.
I feel better now. In fact I suspect I may be starting to PMS (not that you guys really needed to know that) because I feel quite happy again. Once again , I have an opinion.
I often wonder how epileptics catch trains. I say that because early in the morning, passing trees and the brilliant rays of sunshine = flashing brightness, which even I…a non-epileptic find quite uncomfortable (although, my eyes are very weak…proof being: me rendered near blind when without seeing devices attached to the vicinity of my eyeball).
I like 1234 sock-puppet ads on the radio…they provide good interludes to the constant stream of crap I like to listen to whilst failing miserably to concentrate on my studying.
Caz