I'm just going to go hide in a corner and never show my face ever again.
GUESS WHO GOT ONE AND A HALF HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT!!
GUESS WHO IS TOTALLY ROCKING OUT TO THE STARSHIP SOUNDTRACK RIGHT NOW!!
GUESS WHO IS DELIRIOUS RIGHT NOW!!
I had every intention that do this entire blog in capslock, but it's starting to look angry and I'm really just all about the love right now. Singing about wanting to be an astronaut has unleashed my inner fuzzie animal.
Reyan and I went to the Tutankhamun exhibition at the Melbourne Museum today. It is my ultimate dream to study about the ancient Egyptians. I am literally not kidding. Mostly I just want to put this on my resume:
Languages fluent in:
English
Ancient Egyptian
No mummies, but they have a lot of impressive things on display, all of which are around 3000 years old. Pity I spent a lot of the time yawning and trying to sleep on my boyfriends shoulder.
I also went to visit the Melbourne work office today to talk about..work lol? And my final year project/mini thesis/dissertation, whatever you want to call it. Thinking about it makes me want to roll around on the floor and laugh hysterically. I'm starting to sound like a broken record; all my blog posts are about the same things: no sleep, project stress, Darren Criss and gay teenage boys in high school making out. I'm just going to apologise in advance because the nearer we get to my project hand-in date, the more repetitive I'm going to become. Here's a simple flow chart for you:
Project due date gets closer --> Don't have a time turner because the Ministry destroyed them all --> Less time to finish research, write two reports and prepare for my presentation infront of the faculty, where I will attempt to convince them not to fail me --> Less sleep --> More crying --> Become more clingy to anything that remotely represents a vomitting rainbow --> Glee, Darren Criss, gay boys making out and going to prom together.
I'm so sorry, I used to be awesome in my awesome Glee-free life. This show. Look what it has done to me.
While we're at it, we might as well talk more about my mortifying self. Say, theoretically, you're insanely crushing on this person (we can call them Carren Driss in the meantime), so much so that their tweets get sent to your phone. So you get a tweet, you haven't really slept properly in two weeks, you read the tweet and start laughing hysterically because of an inside joke. You post a reply, because apparently your fingers are really nimble even through all the sleep deprivation and even though you NEVER REPLY TO TWEETS EVER. Then you get back to banging your head on the table.
Then you realise that responses to this person's tweets are public and are somehow connected to Facebook, because these days you can't do anything without Facebook knowing.
Then you realise that you managed to post the first comment, which is impressive considering that this particular person has a throng of fangirls.
Then you realise there's a huge embarrassing spelling mistake in your comment and now you're buying into that whole stereotype that fangirls are high school girls that can't spell. Basically you're an idiot.
Then you realise a couple more things. 1) The person you've responded to is a massive fanboy and reads every comment he ever gets. But wait, he's really busy these days, so maybe he didn't read it. And then point 2 hits you. 2) YOU'RE THE FIRST COMMENT. OF COURSE HE'S GOING TO READ IT. YOU ARE AN IDIOT. YOU ARE A HUGE EMBARRASSING IDIOT WHO CANNOT SPELL AND YOU SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM ALL TECHNOLOGY.
God, that was a long story. Long story of my life.
GUESS WHO IS TOTALLY ROCKING OUT TO THE STARSHIP SOUNDTRACK RIGHT NOW!!
GUESS WHO IS DELIRIOUS RIGHT NOW!!
I had every intention that do this entire blog in capslock, but it's starting to look angry and I'm really just all about the love right now. Singing about wanting to be an astronaut has unleashed my inner fuzzie animal.
Reyan and I went to the Tutankhamun exhibition at the Melbourne Museum today. It is my ultimate dream to study about the ancient Egyptians. I am literally not kidding. Mostly I just want to put this on my resume:
Languages fluent in:
English
Ancient Egyptian
No mummies, but they have a lot of impressive things on display, all of which are around 3000 years old. Pity I spent a lot of the time yawning and trying to sleep on my boyfriends shoulder.
I also went to visit the Melbourne work office today to talk about..work lol? And my final year project/mini thesis/dissertation, whatever you want to call it. Thinking about it makes me want to roll around on the floor and laugh hysterically. I'm starting to sound like a broken record; all my blog posts are about the same things: no sleep, project stress, Darren Criss and gay teenage boys in high school making out. I'm just going to apologise in advance because the nearer we get to my project hand-in date, the more repetitive I'm going to become. Here's a simple flow chart for you:
Project due date gets closer --> Don't have a time turner because the Ministry destroyed them all --> Less time to finish research, write two reports and prepare for my presentation infront of the faculty, where I will attempt to convince them not to fail me --> Less sleep --> More crying --> Become more clingy to anything that remotely represents a vomitting rainbow --> Glee, Darren Criss, gay boys making out and going to prom together.
I'm so sorry, I used to be awesome in my awesome Glee-free life. This show. Look what it has done to me.
While we're at it, we might as well talk more about my mortifying self. Say, theoretically, you're insanely crushing on this person (we can call them Carren Driss in the meantime), so much so that their tweets get sent to your phone. So you get a tweet, you haven't really slept properly in two weeks, you read the tweet and start laughing hysterically because of an inside joke. You post a reply, because apparently your fingers are really nimble even through all the sleep deprivation and even though you NEVER REPLY TO TWEETS EVER. Then you get back to banging your head on the table.
Then you realise that responses to this person's tweets are public and are somehow connected to Facebook, because these days you can't do anything without Facebook knowing.
Then you realise that you managed to post the first comment, which is impressive considering that this particular person has a throng of fangirls.
Then you realise there's a huge embarrassing spelling mistake in your comment and now you're buying into that whole stereotype that fangirls are high school girls that can't spell. Basically you're an idiot.
Then you realise a couple more things. 1) The person you've responded to is a massive fanboy and reads every comment he ever gets. But wait, he's really busy these days, so maybe he didn't read it. And then point 2 hits you. 2) YOU'RE THE FIRST COMMENT. OF COURSE HE'S GOING TO READ IT. YOU ARE AN IDIOT. YOU ARE A HUGE EMBARRASSING IDIOT WHO CANNOT SPELL AND YOU SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM ALL TECHNOLOGY.
God, that was a long story. Long story of my life.