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Last night I had a dream, I had a boyfriend.
Have you ever been that exhausted you just want to collapse against the floor and liquidate so you reach the lowest point of existence? That’s how I felt after handing in my Women’s Study essay and doing research for three hours after not getting time to eat anything all day. I feel a little like that now, I also went to the library today, maybe there’s a connection or maybe it’s not getting enough sleep and also not eating real food?
No today I feel exhausted like I want to sleep, not fall down in the reserve section of the library. I had 23 references in my English essay, it feels great to have finished it, although I e-mailed it to Judy and hope that it’s going to be accepted, I’ll also have to hand in the paper version on Monday, just to make sure. Also my political exam is on Monday, really, really, really looking forward to the end of exams. I’ll have to buy orange juice to drink the last of my Bacardi with and get pissed listening to Sarah Blasco, true it will be about 5 in the afternoon but I’m a uni student, stupid.
I’m getting a little tired of “Classic DVD vision” although it certainly didn’t detract from watching “Vouge to the Prehistoric Planet”. It’s an incredibly amusing movie, the kind you go through the motions with Angry Beavers just to catch a glimpse of. I especially like the “Marsha’s mistake, was the worst one, of all” - because that’s how the guy actually talked, with, a lot, of, pauses, and, gaps. Not to mention Marsha sports a very fetching beehive. Beehives in Space! That would make an awesome band name.
I’ve decided I would like to copulate with all of the Bloc Party. Although I’m still yet to get my hands on Le Tigre and I’ve been a very good boy and will now be able to afford buying Donny Darko - hoorah! Received a bill from Telstra which was lower then I expected, also it was relatively dry, considering how much rain has been bashing against this tuart laden hill lately. I actually ended up on the positive last week which I’m very pleased about, considering the unexpected costs involved which I hear the popular class are calling “ATMs” these days, also $20 to do the photocopying. So I am off to a really good start for my economically fiscal month of June.
It’s been really, really cold. I’m glad to hear that we’ve been having unusually wet weather, this should mean my rook doesn’t usually leak, and in the oddest ways possible - water running out halfway from the wall and no higher. I’ve moved my mattress into the lounge room. The wind wails about my window and rain hits against it. Not to mention I think it might be the coldest room in the house, perhaps also the noisiest. So I turn the heater on in the lounge room, which always makes my cheeks flush. It’s the centre of the home really, the quietest and well insulated, except the draft that comes under the balcony door I have to cover with my “poverty scarf”. It’s quite comfortable and takes me back to my Bohemian days but I could never have anyone over, what with my bed sprawling about as the first thing that introduces you to my world.
What would the neighbours think?
My dreams are usually so easy to dissect. I know that the boy in my dream was the boy he was because he looked like a boy who looked like another boy who I finally got to look at and realised was quite hot. I feel… content and I’m not uncomfortable about being on my own all the time. Still I should get out more, but really it’s not so bad. I’m very excited about going to Fremantle. I wonder if I’ll have any uni on my Birthday, I should go see if they’ve posted the new timetables.
It’s funny I woke up and was thinking (savouring) about my dream, I just felt like going to the Court and finding a Man. Then I realised that, alas, the Court was a not a “straight man’s disco parlour” and was a meat market, like any other dim-lit club. I think a dream about a boy is positive, it means I’m not so distracted and stressed by having moved. I think I’m properly settled. Which is a nice feeling to have, creating a new home.
Have you ever been that exhausted you just want to collapse against the floor and liquidate so you reach the lowest point of existence? That’s how I felt after handing in my Women’s Study essay and doing research for three hours after not getting time to eat anything all day. I feel a little like that now, I also went to the library today, maybe there’s a connection or maybe it’s not getting enough sleep and also not eating real food?
No today I feel exhausted like I want to sleep, not fall down in the reserve section of the library. I had 23 references in my English essay, it feels great to have finished it, although I e-mailed it to Judy and hope that it’s going to be accepted, I’ll also have to hand in the paper version on Monday, just to make sure. Also my political exam is on Monday, really, really, really looking forward to the end of exams. I’ll have to buy orange juice to drink the last of my Bacardi with and get pissed listening to Sarah Blasco, true it will be about 5 in the afternoon but I’m a uni student, stupid.
I’m getting a little tired of “Classic DVD vision” although it certainly didn’t detract from watching “Vouge to the Prehistoric Planet”. It’s an incredibly amusing movie, the kind you go through the motions with Angry Beavers just to catch a glimpse of. I especially like the “Marsha’s mistake, was the worst one, of all” - because that’s how the guy actually talked, with, a lot, of, pauses, and, gaps. Not to mention Marsha sports a very fetching beehive. Beehives in Space! That would make an awesome band name.
I’ve decided I would like to copulate with all of the Bloc Party. Although I’m still yet to get my hands on Le Tigre and I’ve been a very good boy and will now be able to afford buying Donny Darko - hoorah! Received a bill from Telstra which was lower then I expected, also it was relatively dry, considering how much rain has been bashing against this tuart laden hill lately. I actually ended up on the positive last week which I’m very pleased about, considering the unexpected costs involved which I hear the popular class are calling “ATMs” these days, also $20 to do the photocopying. So I am off to a really good start for my economically fiscal month of June.
It’s been really, really cold. I’m glad to hear that we’ve been having unusually wet weather, this should mean my rook doesn’t usually leak, and in the oddest ways possible - water running out halfway from the wall and no higher. I’ve moved my mattress into the lounge room. The wind wails about my window and rain hits against it. Not to mention I think it might be the coldest room in the house, perhaps also the noisiest. So I turn the heater on in the lounge room, which always makes my cheeks flush. It’s the centre of the home really, the quietest and well insulated, except the draft that comes under the balcony door I have to cover with my “poverty scarf”. It’s quite comfortable and takes me back to my Bohemian days but I could never have anyone over, what with my bed sprawling about as the first thing that introduces you to my world.
What would the neighbours think?
My dreams are usually so easy to dissect. I know that the boy in my dream was the boy he was because he looked like a boy who looked like another boy who I finally got to look at and realised was quite hot. I feel… content and I’m not uncomfortable about being on my own all the time. Still I should get out more, but really it’s not so bad. I’m very excited about going to Fremantle. I wonder if I’ll have any uni on my Birthday, I should go see if they’ve posted the new timetables.
It’s funny I woke up and was thinking (savouring) about my dream, I just felt like going to the Court and finding a Man. Then I realised that, alas, the Court was a not a “straight man’s disco parlour” and was a meat market, like any other dim-lit club. I think a dream about a boy is positive, it means I’m not so distracted and stressed by having moved. I think I’m properly settled. Which is a nice feeling to have, creating a new home.