I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET THIS WORDCOUNT A HUNDRED DOWNNNNNNN.
3460 words and I am fucking done.
And now I gotta crop that down to 3300 and I’ll be sweettttt.
I’m just in the mood to listen to ‘80’s rock ballads all night.
Feeling a bit like a failure but my God I am just so tired and I don’t want to write this assignment anymore.
Just had some fillings done and my lips feel like how I imagine David Duchovny’s to feel: puffy yet kissable as fuck. Gotta love those numbing needles.
I’m twenty-one years old, have a bachelors degree in psychological science, am undertaking a masters degree in social work and my mum still packs my lunch for me.
So I started my Masters degree today and yeah, if it was any indication I think I might just like this course.
And Amy also bought me a Doctor Who book that’s really Where’s Wally-esque in where you gotta find the Doctor, Amy, Rory and the TARDIS—it’s adorable and awesome. ;)
…My pug eats bok choy.
Yes, you read that correctly.
This is turning out to be one of the shittiest days ever. My laptop’s battery is fucked and Apple is “too busy in the foreseeable future” to fix it, my iPhone camera is being a cunt and won’t work either, I stained my brand new shoes and my teeth are too sensitive to eat chocolate.
Someone needs to take me to Crystal Castle in Byron Bay please.
I don’t really care who.
Hahaha, I am such a hypocrite.
I am so very very glad that I do not like to throw all my old lecture notes into the bin because I have just made this assignment soooo much easier, hahaha.
So a dentist told me that I had an absolutely beautiful smile today.
This is going to be Hell.
And you wanna know what the worst part of all this is?
They fucking REMOVED the goddamn vending machines!