The Museli, It Kills Me
Last exam was on Thursday, so - you guessed it - I'm officially on Holiday until the 9th. Hoorah! That being said, I'm sure I'll waste the next 2 weeks of no plans (no I don't want to make plans).
These holidays I have 2 rules:
1. Don't get out of bed before noon.
2. In the event I'm out of bed before noon, I have work therefore tears and violent sobs are in order.
The studying is over, so I had to change my layout accordingly. I mean, what else would a girl do with her time? Alter her layout for a 2-week break? Of course.
I've got work at five, and I'm regretting ever getting the job. I mean, I love it. But I don't like that it means I have to stand, talk, laugh, joke around, smile and get free movies. Rather curl up in bed and read for days on end. Wouldn't you?
Got home this morning to find mum had been caring and mean at the same time by leaving a bucket outside my bedroom door. Seriously, you come stagger home well past drunk once and parents expect it to be a habit or something... Sad.
And on a final note (yes, I'm serious. No, I'm not pulling your leg), I've been called up for jury service. 13th of August and the week following. I'm still prepared to be swayed either way. I've got classes every day that week, but it'd be kinda cool to be involved and all that jazz. Of course, I could turn up on the Monday and be told that it's not necessary for me to be there and then be politely asked to leave. What do you say people?
These holidays I have 2 rules:
1. Don't get out of bed before noon.
2. In the event I'm out of bed before noon, I have work therefore tears and violent sobs are in order.
The studying is over, so I had to change my layout accordingly. I mean, what else would a girl do with her time? Alter her layout for a 2-week break? Of course.
I've got work at five, and I'm regretting ever getting the job. I mean, I love it. But I don't like that it means I have to stand, talk, laugh, joke around, smile and get free movies. Rather curl up in bed and read for days on end. Wouldn't you?
Got home this morning to find mum had been caring and mean at the same time by leaving a bucket outside my bedroom door. Seriously, you come stagger home well past drunk once and parents expect it to be a habit or something... Sad.
And on a final note (yes, I'm serious. No, I'm not pulling your leg), I've been called up for jury service. 13th of August and the week following. I'm still prepared to be swayed either way. I've got classes every day that week, but it'd be kinda cool to be involved and all that jazz. Of course, I could turn up on the Monday and be told that it's not necessary for me to be there and then be politely asked to leave. What do you say people?