The day I actually did some work :)
Yes, you read right. I've actually done something productive! I've nearly finished my chemistry, written half of my English summer work, cleaned out and organised my wardrobe (I had to throw out my pink hoodie with the jaguar on. I know. I nearly cried, too), tidied my room, rescued my favourite perfume from down the back of my dressing table (where it has resided for about the past, oh, two years?) and started my physics poster.
However, this does give a somewhat false image of my productivity. I still have between one and four books left to read, a cell model to make, another half of my english to write and an essay about my photography course to write up. So, really, I've hardly done anything.
But.... meh.
Aside from this lack of academic proficiency, big things have been happening my friends- big things. You see, for the first time ever, I have changed my earrings. :D When in MK the other day, I bought a nice little pair of strawberries (which made my mum smile, 'cause her first ever earrings were oranges and she was like 'OMG DESTINY') which I wore for all of yesterday. And they were fine! Although taking my normal ones out for the first time was pretty painful, and the butterfly was coated in some mysterious green ooze I'd rather not think about.
Buttons pretty much gave me a heart attack yesterday. While my parents were out, the post man came, so I slipped on my mum's huge strappy sandals which were next to the door, since I was only stepping outside to get to the post-box. So I went outside and got it, but as I came back in Buttons slipped through the door.
And promptly ran away.
Aaaaaaaaaallllll the way down the drive.
Now, dear friends, you are aware of how long my drive is. You are also aware of how fast Buttons is. You are also aware of - even though you are polite and don't mention it - that I'm not the fastest horse in the derby. So factor in my mum's size 8 sandals on my size 4 feet, and picture me hobbling frantically down the lane screaming 'BUTTONS, COME! BUTTONS! BUTTONS!'. I was actually fricking terrified he was going to run out into the main road, where he'd either get squished flat or he'd leg it and we'd never see him again.
But just as the drive forks down to the main road, he was about 2 foot away from he and I though 'to hell with it, I'm not putting up with this fuckery' and pretty much drive bombed him. To the ground. On tarmac.
Yeah.
The first thought to cross my mind upon impact was 'land on my side, so you don't squish the dog'.
The second being 'oh holy mother of god f**** that f****** hurts oh f**** ow ow ow ow ow!'.
So I trudged back up the lane, bleeding and clutching a squirming Buttons (picking up the post from a puddle where I'd dropped them in my manic spazzy run). When we got back I threw him in the utility room for 20 minutes. He didn't even cry, I think he knew that he'd been a bad boy.
The only two good outcomes of that whole event is that I felt kind of like an action hero, and that my neighbours didn't see.
Also, I've been doing lots of art recently of silly little dogs, and there's one that I'm actually really proud of. Look at it here? (:
However, this does give a somewhat false image of my productivity. I still have between one and four books left to read, a cell model to make, another half of my english to write and an essay about my photography course to write up. So, really, I've hardly done anything.
But.... meh.
Aside from this lack of academic proficiency, big things have been happening my friends- big things. You see, for the first time ever, I have changed my earrings. :D When in MK the other day, I bought a nice little pair of strawberries (which made my mum smile, 'cause her first ever earrings were oranges and she was like 'OMG DESTINY') which I wore for all of yesterday. And they were fine! Although taking my normal ones out for the first time was pretty painful, and the butterfly was coated in some mysterious green ooze I'd rather not think about.
Buttons pretty much gave me a heart attack yesterday. While my parents were out, the post man came, so I slipped on my mum's huge strappy sandals which were next to the door, since I was only stepping outside to get to the post-box. So I went outside and got it, but as I came back in Buttons slipped through the door.
And promptly ran away.
Aaaaaaaaaallllll the way down the drive.
Now, dear friends, you are aware of how long my drive is. You are also aware of how fast Buttons is. You are also aware of - even though you are polite and don't mention it - that I'm not the fastest horse in the derby. So factor in my mum's size 8 sandals on my size 4 feet, and picture me hobbling frantically down the lane screaming 'BUTTONS, COME! BUTTONS! BUTTONS!'. I was actually fricking terrified he was going to run out into the main road, where he'd either get squished flat or he'd leg it and we'd never see him again.
But just as the drive forks down to the main road, he was about 2 foot away from he and I though 'to hell with it, I'm not putting up with this fuckery' and pretty much drive bombed him. To the ground. On tarmac.
Yeah.
The first thought to cross my mind upon impact was 'land on my side, so you don't squish the dog'.
The second being 'oh holy mother of god f**** that f****** hurts oh f**** ow ow ow ow ow!'.
So I trudged back up the lane, bleeding and clutching a squirming Buttons (picking up the post from a puddle where I'd dropped them in my manic spazzy run). When we got back I threw him in the utility room for 20 minutes. He didn't even cry, I think he knew that he'd been a bad boy.
The only two good outcomes of that whole event is that I felt kind of like an action hero, and that my neighbours didn't see.
Also, I've been doing lots of art recently of silly little dogs, and there's one that I'm actually really proud of. Look at it here? (:
