sad panda makes me lol.
The last few days have been so stressful during school hours and so surreal outside of them that my sanity levels are actually hovering somewhere below 0% at the present moment. I should be studying for my Psych SAC tomorrow; it's the third and final SAC of this week, and if I can just get through it with my dignity intact, I will feel as if I did not in fact fall at the first hurdle of Year 12, but I'm making no promises.
Due to the oddity that has been this week, I have a number of appropriately bizarre and unrelated things floating around in my head, including but not limited to: Pauline Hanson's political career, vajazzling (BRB LOLING FOREVER), Holden Caulfield and his godforsaken nonconformity (I shouldn't complain; without that I probably would have failed my SAC), structural vs. functional brain imaging techniques, the sonic, Daleks, and "OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE LET ME DROP OUT AND WORK AS A CHECKOUT CHICK".
Funtimes, my lovelies, funtimes.
PS. I want to be a uni professor with a house full of books and several cats. FYI.
Due to the oddity that has been this week, I have a number of appropriately bizarre and unrelated things floating around in my head, including but not limited to: Pauline Hanson's political career, vajazzling (BRB LOLING FOREVER), Holden Caulfield and his godforsaken nonconformity (I shouldn't complain; without that I probably would have failed my SAC), structural vs. functional brain imaging techniques, the sonic, Daleks, and "OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE LET ME DROP OUT AND WORK AS A CHECKOUT CHICK".
Funtimes, my lovelies, funtimes.
PS. I want to be a uni professor with a house full of books and several cats. FYI.