My head is a box filled with nothing..
Hmm, I'm procrastinating. I've yet to decide as to whether I plan to get any work done tonight, or to leave it till tomorrow and just deny myself any form of relaxation until I get a lot done. I really would be more productive, but it takes so long to open the trillion data tables I have saved and bookmarked. And by the time I've actually browsed through all of them to find the adequate information, I'll be incapable of forming proper sentences due to getting zero sleep last night. Zero sleep due to the fluctuations in my sleeping patterns; yet another thing I could fix in my life.
Urgh, guilty procrastination feelings will not leave me. Seriously though, the magnitude of this assignment is starting to get to me. Someone pointed out today that staples are probably incapable of going through 120 pages, which means I'll have to factor in an additional hour to get the bloody thing bound. I was hoping to be typing madly on the computer up till the last five minutes..
Last Friday was Chris and Rose's 21st joint birthday party, labelled 'Heaven and Hell', at Equinox Bar. As per usual, I was terrible at dressing for the theme and was neither evil nor good. In my defence though, I don't own anything white, apart from my old high school shirt, because I have weird insecurities with the colour; increased probability of spillage, white dresses that turn out to be see-through under uv-light etcetc. Also, I felt the need to air out my vintage '80s sequin dress.
Taken at the start of the night, when Mike's awesome trident was still intact. I seem to be making a bad habit of drinking beer regularily.
Caught up with old friends from high school and uni, and danced all night in my red Steve Madden heels. Though, regardless of how sexy they are, the heels turned out not to be such a wise decision due to a particular guy who insisted on yelling over and over at me towards the end of the night: "YOUR HEELS ARE RED. YOU LOOK LIKE THIS GIRL I KNOW CALLED CAMMY. IS YOUR NAME CAMMY?" That, and the fact that my toes took a day to regain feeling.
Urgh, guilty procrastination feelings will not leave me. Seriously though, the magnitude of this assignment is starting to get to me. Someone pointed out today that staples are probably incapable of going through 120 pages, which means I'll have to factor in an additional hour to get the bloody thing bound. I was hoping to be typing madly on the computer up till the last five minutes..
Last Friday was Chris and Rose's 21st joint birthday party, labelled 'Heaven and Hell', at Equinox Bar. As per usual, I was terrible at dressing for the theme and was neither evil nor good. In my defence though, I don't own anything white, apart from my old high school shirt, because I have weird insecurities with the colour; increased probability of spillage, white dresses that turn out to be see-through under uv-light etcetc. Also, I felt the need to air out my vintage '80s sequin dress.
Taken at the start of the night, when Mike's awesome trident was still intact. I seem to be making a bad habit of drinking beer regularily.
Caught up with old friends from high school and uni, and danced all night in my red Steve Madden heels. Though, regardless of how sexy they are, the heels turned out not to be such a wise decision due to a particular guy who insisted on yelling over and over at me towards the end of the night: "YOUR HEELS ARE RED. YOU LOOK LIKE THIS GIRL I KNOW CALLED CAMMY. IS YOUR NAME CAMMY?" That, and the fact that my toes took a day to regain feeling.