TOMORROW THIS DIET OF COFFEE AND PYJAMAS ENDS.

Oh sweet freedom. Almost there. I will do so much. I will clean my desk. I will learn to knit properly. I will read everything. I will hire season seven of One Tree Hill and watch it all in a weekend - shame-free. I will partake in the June sales. I will apply for a US visa. I will book flights. I will ( Read more... )

I have my 100% closed book equity exam tomorrow. And I'm determined to stay positive.

Maybe everyone will fail.

Edit: HIGH DISTINCTION, HERE I COME.

My life is a theme park!

Let me rephrase that.

My life is a rollercoaster. Of stress. It's not a rollercoaster because I have up-down periods of stress; it's more the fact that I launch from stressing over law to stressing over the internship with much stomach-jolting along the way. Before June is half through, I will have found freedom. Until then ( Read more... )

February already? Time to flip the calendar. And oh, look: exam tomorrow. And a month minus a day until I'm 21 ( Read more... )

What kind of a job title is "invigilator"?? It sounds perfectly Orwellian. Who needs the Thought Police when you've got Invigilators stalking up and down the aisles, frisbeeing question booklets left and right (yet somehow taking a full five minutes to fetch you a second answer booklet when you've finished the first ( Read more... )

Tomorrow night I'll be dancing to Thriller as part of a worldwide charity event/Michael Jackson tribute. Looking forward to it. Obviously, we shall be dressed as zombies, which will be more exciting once I've scrounged up a costume. There will be fake blood. There will be public dancing. Sounds like your average Saturday night.

Becoming ( Read more... )

I'm currently listening to an exam revision lecture, and I'm dying a little inside. Or I would be, except that I'm wrapped up warm in my house eating gingerbread and generally ignoring the lecturer's analysis of a Remarkably Tedious Act (RTA 1997 Vic). Baking is the key to surviving hideously boring exam revision lectures. Gingerbread is like the ( Read more... )

It is not a good sign when you're brushing your teeth in the morning, and you look at the cup holding the other toothbrushes, and you realise that yours is still in the cup. And then you realise that you're brushing your teeth with that scungy old crazy-bristled toothbrush that Mum uses to clean out hard-to-reach gunk.

And despite this, I'm feeling ( Read more... )

I am making cinnamon scrolls today if it kills me. They look absolutely gorgeous. I do love baking, but I generally stick to the safe territory of cakes/biscuits/pasta. I would fail if left to fend for myself. I'd eat cherry tomatoes and summer fruits and not much else. Maybe some choc chip biscuits. :)

I do have the best choc banana cake recipe ( Read more... )

 Awful day. Like yesterday. Tomorrow will probably be worse for the most part. And to top it off, I just chewed through a teabag. (Yeah, I know. Shush now, it wasn't deliberate, awright?) And now my mouth is all grainy and it doesn't taste like spearmint/camomile anymore. More's the pity.

I'm starting to get that realisation I tend to get every ( Read more... )