The world keeps turning over..
It always amazes me everytime I walk into an overcrowded Campus Centre at university after class. My whole knowledge of time has apparently gone askew and everytime I'm on a break after a couple of classes I'm somehow dillusioned into believing it's some-time late in the afternoon. The quizzicle expression on my face each day must be priceless, though it could probably be avoided if I stopped eating my lunch at 10am and didn't have crazy morning lectures.
Anyhow, today I read a rather hilarious article in the university's newspaper, The Lot's Wife, which I may consider posting on here because it's just that memorable. I also had my dreams analysed by Divvy; apparently my recurring dream that involves a green dinosaur chasing me in a car is my subconcious telling me to get my license before the Green Ps kick in. I think I found out a bit too late. And, I accidently hit Hakeem in the groin region. OMG IS WAS SO FUNNY. It was an accident, I swear.
After munching on a wildberry muffin from Coffee HQ in university, Reyan took me to the tailor so I could pick up my Lili 'I had to use scissors to cut myself out' dress. Why is it that everyone instantly goes, "OhMyGosh you had to cut yourself out of a dress?!?!?!? YOU ARE SO FAT." Honestly, if anything I need feeding.
Maybe I seem like the type of person to own a little black dress, or maybe they were just expecting me, but I did find it borderline creepy and cool that the lady knew that I was there to pick up the dress without actually having looked at my ticket. None-the-less, my beloved dress is back with me, with a new invisible zipper miraculously sewn in, and I can finally put the distressing situation behind me. (Having to cut yourself out of clothing is severely distressing). Tailors truly are miracle workers.
Yay for Calvin Klein inspired tube dresses with pockets..
And before I forget, here are some earrings I bought from Sportsgirl last Friday, when it was my fornightly purchase day.
Anyhow, today I read a rather hilarious article in the university's newspaper, The Lot's Wife, which I may consider posting on here because it's just that memorable. I also had my dreams analysed by Divvy; apparently my recurring dream that involves a green dinosaur chasing me in a car is my subconcious telling me to get my license before the Green Ps kick in. I think I found out a bit too late. And, I accidently hit Hakeem in the groin region. OMG IS WAS SO FUNNY. It was an accident, I swear.
After munching on a wildberry muffin from Coffee HQ in university, Reyan took me to the tailor so I could pick up my Lili 'I had to use scissors to cut myself out' dress. Why is it that everyone instantly goes, "OhMyGosh you had to cut yourself out of a dress?!?!?!? YOU ARE SO FAT." Honestly, if anything I need feeding.
Maybe I seem like the type of person to own a little black dress, or maybe they were just expecting me, but I did find it borderline creepy and cool that the lady knew that I was there to pick up the dress without actually having looked at my ticket. None-the-less, my beloved dress is back with me, with a new invisible zipper miraculously sewn in, and I can finally put the distressing situation behind me. (Having to cut yourself out of clothing is severely distressing). Tailors truly are miracle workers.
Yay for Calvin Klein inspired tube dresses with pockets..
And before I forget, here are some earrings I bought from Sportsgirl last Friday, when it was my fornightly purchase day.