Well Slap Me With A Frozen Fish
Don Trow is an accounting orgasm on toast.
I have quite a few things in mind to write, but I've a feeling I'm going to give up half way, or save some stuff for a second post. Yes, I really am that weird.
First off, my two best boys - Saloth Sar and Potato Zoo - are both published. In Salient. Shut up, it's still a publication. The pride is welling up inside. I'm so warm and fuzzy I feel like I may have wet myself. Which I haven't.
The weekend was pretty shit. Friday night was kind of a let-down, and was hands down the reason I continuously fucked up for the rest of the weekend. I need my sleep people. If you're going to be stoopid and decided to not come into town, that's fine. Just txt us about it before we're sitting in Courtenay Place in heels. Mmmkay?
Work was pretty mindless. Got me a migraine on Sunday. The lack of sleep, caffeine over-dose, not wearing my glasses and constantly hitting my head on the counter (accidentally, of course) wasn't a very comfortable combination. Although, there was one highlight - while doing the 'late list' (calling customers with rentals 2 or more days late), I heard the loudest "FUCK" ever. And they were in the supermarket too. It had me rolling around the floor behind the counter for a good couple of minutes.
Then I had to leave a message with a guy's girlfriend about 'Live Nude Girls'. That'll teach him to pretend to not be home.
Oh, but I did say 'fantastic' on someone's answering machine. And it was one of those gay 'faaaaaaaantAstic' fantastics. That made me hide behind the counter too. In shame.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! And Joseph Fiennes is in Great Raid (3 day New Release at Blockbuster - rent it mmkay?). How did I not know that?! How? HOW?! Watching it ASAP. Not that I have much $$.
Or time. Gutted.
Oh, apparently assignments are best done when you haven't got a clue to write. For my accounting assignment, I had 100 marks available. 60 I was pretty sure I'd be able to get reasonably easily. Like, I was really confident. Of those 60, I got 49 marks. Gutted eh? The two last questions were together worth 40 marks. And I didn't have a clue what to do or say for either of them. Somehow, I managed to ace both of them getting all 40 marks. Now tell me, how does that work? Is it because I was obviously cocky with the first bit, or was it because I didn't have a clue with the second bit so I just wrote down everything I thought I knew - and then some?
Anywhoo - this isn't anything like what I had planned to write. C'est la vie. I'm not worried. It's all just a procrastinating exercise anyway. I've got plenty of stuff I should be doing, so I'm off now to do my QUAN assignment, and FCOM reading before I snuggled up in bed and watch Little Miss Sunshine.
Go me!
P.S. -> KC - It's coming (next entry I promise)
I have quite a few things in mind to write, but I've a feeling I'm going to give up half way, or save some stuff for a second post. Yes, I really am that weird.
First off, my two best boys - Saloth Sar and Potato Zoo - are both published. In Salient. Shut up, it's still a publication. The pride is welling up inside. I'm so warm and fuzzy I feel like I may have wet myself. Which I haven't.
The weekend was pretty shit. Friday night was kind of a let-down, and was hands down the reason I continuously fucked up for the rest of the weekend. I need my sleep people. If you're going to be stoopid and decided to not come into town, that's fine. Just txt us about it before we're sitting in Courtenay Place in heels. Mmmkay?
Work was pretty mindless. Got me a migraine on Sunday. The lack of sleep, caffeine over-dose, not wearing my glasses and constantly hitting my head on the counter (accidentally, of course) wasn't a very comfortable combination. Although, there was one highlight - while doing the 'late list' (calling customers with rentals 2 or more days late), I heard the loudest "FUCK" ever. And they were in the supermarket too. It had me rolling around the floor behind the counter for a good couple of minutes.
Then I had to leave a message with a guy's girlfriend about 'Live Nude Girls'. That'll teach him to pretend to not be home.
Oh, but I did say 'fantastic' on someone's answering machine. And it was one of those gay 'faaaaaaaantAstic' fantastics. That made me hide behind the counter too. In shame.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! And Joseph Fiennes is in Great Raid (3 day New Release at Blockbuster - rent it mmkay?). How did I not know that?! How? HOW?! Watching it ASAP. Not that I have much $$.
Or time. Gutted.
Oh, apparently assignments are best done when you haven't got a clue to write. For my accounting assignment, I had 100 marks available. 60 I was pretty sure I'd be able to get reasonably easily. Like, I was really confident. Of those 60, I got 49 marks. Gutted eh? The two last questions were together worth 40 marks. And I didn't have a clue what to do or say for either of them. Somehow, I managed to ace both of them getting all 40 marks. Now tell me, how does that work? Is it because I was obviously cocky with the first bit, or was it because I didn't have a clue with the second bit so I just wrote down everything I thought I knew - and then some?
Anywhoo - this isn't anything like what I had planned to write. C'est la vie. I'm not worried. It's all just a procrastinating exercise anyway. I've got plenty of stuff I should be doing, so I'm off now to do my QUAN assignment, and FCOM reading before I snuggled up in bed and watch Little Miss Sunshine.
Go me!
P.S. -> KC - It's coming (next entry I promise)