i have no idea what you're saying, but i can't stop touching myself!
after one endless day of sembreak, school has reared its hideously large and expensive head once more. not that i did not miss it. but an extra week would have been ohsosuper. but even if we started next week, i'd probable still be singing the i-wish-they-eased-us-in-with-a-half-week tune. which is a shitty tune today. but who know... they say shitty tunes of today are the romantic comedy anthems of tomorrow.
it of course has not helped that i have been sleeping at 7 in the morning and getting up at 4 in the afternoon. i eat three meals in a row after that. pre-dinner,dinner and post-dinner, which as hobbitish fun as it sounds, is not. it just means you're hungry pretty much all the time. and cranky and stupid the rest. or smelly.
so i bitch about school. or will. for another 4 months. inclusive of a wonderfully long christmas break. woot! until then i must put up with heavy monday, tuesday and thursdays, free wednesdays and fridays, hating almost everything about thesis, and the occasional brush with "the what the hell am i gonna do after" factor. which is not as big a factor as it used to be. but under the industrious machinations of my sister, it has grown to this giant percent of expectation from my parents. thanks sis! you're a real bitch, you know that?!
cause i like having no idea. but my parents, and the guests who are staying with us- and can't stand awkward dinner silence with just me at the table, and the rest of the family at large... well, they worry. and i really should say something intelligent and truly heartfelt about this whole thing. but all that comes to mind is pffffffffffffft! (brain fart- not that sound we make about zero concern)
speaking of guests staying with us, the nice Australian and kindly British woman agreed (they're not married or related or anything, just two guest at the same house and time) that cow and calfs smell 'lovely'. translation. or as far as i can tell, is that they smell like open fields, or farms. their words. not mine. and not really ones which i agreed with. i mean, i've seen cows, milked them even. and it must have been all the cowpies on the floor, or the piss the one took when my mum reached down to milk it, but lovely was not the word i halfvomitted and swallowed... but the Aussie had just cooked a great Aussietype dinner for us. so i didn't say anything. cause the lamb was excellent. mmmmmmbarfmmmmmm.
i find a woman, after having baked anything, is one of my more favored smells. but that'd just be me then. no european/ex-european colony folk to agreed with me there. but in anywayway. i love those types who love asians...kinda like antiracists. is there a term for that?
anyway. i've finally decided to do something something with my hair. blue highlights! just two or three maybe. i figure if my hair's gonna be this bad, it might as well be loud. and stupid...er.
i had a weird dream about dying because of lead poisoning. cause i ate a bullet. it was cleverly masked in some tekamaki. boy... that sucked. but i hear it's not as bad as dying of rabbis. if you don't know what that's like, ask me or look it up. it's a pretty shitty way to go. now topping my list along with being eaten alive (either at sea or on safari), getting burned to death, and drowning... oh, and embarrassment.
it of course has not helped that i have been sleeping at 7 in the morning and getting up at 4 in the afternoon. i eat three meals in a row after that. pre-dinner,dinner and post-dinner, which as hobbitish fun as it sounds, is not. it just means you're hungry pretty much all the time. and cranky and stupid the rest. or smelly.
so i bitch about school. or will. for another 4 months. inclusive of a wonderfully long christmas break. woot! until then i must put up with heavy monday, tuesday and thursdays, free wednesdays and fridays, hating almost everything about thesis, and the occasional brush with "the what the hell am i gonna do after" factor. which is not as big a factor as it used to be. but under the industrious machinations of my sister, it has grown to this giant percent of expectation from my parents. thanks sis! you're a real bitch, you know that?!
cause i like having no idea. but my parents, and the guests who are staying with us- and can't stand awkward dinner silence with just me at the table, and the rest of the family at large... well, they worry. and i really should say something intelligent and truly heartfelt about this whole thing. but all that comes to mind is pffffffffffffft! (brain fart- not that sound we make about zero concern)
speaking of guests staying with us, the nice Australian and kindly British woman agreed (they're not married or related or anything, just two guest at the same house and time) that cow and calfs smell 'lovely'. translation. or as far as i can tell, is that they smell like open fields, or farms. their words. not mine. and not really ones which i agreed with. i mean, i've seen cows, milked them even. and it must have been all the cowpies on the floor, or the piss the one took when my mum reached down to milk it, but lovely was not the word i halfvomitted and swallowed... but the Aussie had just cooked a great Aussietype dinner for us. so i didn't say anything. cause the lamb was excellent. mmmmmmbarfmmmmmm.
i find a woman, after having baked anything, is one of my more favored smells. but that'd just be me then. no european/ex-european colony folk to agreed with me there. but in anywayway. i love those types who love asians...kinda like antiracists. is there a term for that?
anyway. i've finally decided to do something something with my hair. blue highlights! just two or three maybe. i figure if my hair's gonna be this bad, it might as well be loud. and stupid...er.
i had a weird dream about dying because of lead poisoning. cause i ate a bullet. it was cleverly masked in some tekamaki. boy... that sucked. but i hear it's not as bad as dying of rabbis. if you don't know what that's like, ask me or look it up. it's a pretty shitty way to go. now topping my list along with being eaten alive (either at sea or on safari), getting burned to death, and drowning... oh, and embarrassment.