February 2012
2 posts
Dear Anonymous,
I appreciate the question in my ask box. I would’ve appreciated it some more if it wasn’t anonymous.
The only gripe I have with this whole situation is that nothing at all has been said to my face. Most of the bullshit has been spread around Twitter. Though that is what I kind of expect.
All I’m going to say is- evidently.
It's that super fun time again.
I get to buy all of one textbook this semester.
Just going to be doing some easy reading about genocide post-1945.
January 2012
4 posts
December 2011
7 posts
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November 2011
5 posts
@kimmy-lou
reclusivesocialite:
Game Theory? What is this thing you speak of? Because if it were Video Game Theory like what I did last year, it would be BOSS. But I’m guessing it’s not…
I did get excited because I thought the same as you. Then I Googled it.
Basically, it’s using stats, algebra and mathematical shit to work out political strategy when success is based on what other people do.
...
The politics course I may have to take is on Game...
The descriptor states that I have to have a sound knowledge of geometry, statistics and algebra.
I struggled through basic Maths in college.
This was not the deal I made when I signed up for a BA.
October 2011
15 posts
One of the courses next year has an exclamation...
Any course with that much enthusiasm must be good, right?
This was me last night.
This was me this morning (or basically any morning).
This is me right now after becoming strangely aware of how much I don’t really care.
And this will be me again tonight once I forget that I don’t care.
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I am the worst human being in the world.
I audibly groaned when some dude who I don’t particularly like started talking to me on chat.
I answered just so I could have a fight with someone.
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Things I will not catch:
Capital-F-feelings.
Things I have caught:
Capital-F-feelings.
This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to think about anything.
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Things I did at work today:
My hair
My lipstick
Blew bubbles for two hours
Massaged my arms repeatedly
My job is better than yours.
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September 2011
17 posts
Someone called me for relationship advice at...
Friend: It's just... I don't get it, ya know? It's like--
Me: Does he make you happy on purpose?
Friend: What?
Me: Does he make you happy on purpose? Like, when you talk about how great he is you're telling me he's good looking and has a secure job. Does he go out of his way to intentionally make your life better? Does he enjoy your joy?
Friend: ...I don't know?
Me: There's your problem.
Friend: I don't think that's fair.
Me: Sorry, but the people who love you on this planet are the ones who want to see you live your best life. Who take time out of dealing with their own shit to clear away some of your shit. And vice versa. That is love. If he doesn't make you happy on purpose then it's just abs.
I managed to have an allergic reaction to some...
For a few days I looked like the Incredible Hulk crossed with a chipmunk.
Not my hottest look, but certainly not my worst.
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I was in my favorite English class today, and we...
called-life:
… and I hope you have the biggest smile on your face if you read this. <3
I didn’t just cry a little.
Story of my Life
Mum: Keep writing your essay. If it's not finished I don't want you stopping.
Me: But my fingers are numb. So numb.
You didn't have a dream about having a baby to...
You’re doing life right.
Grandad: Can you give me five seconds? I have to run upstairs for a pee...maybe a fart...and if there's anything after the fart I might need more than five seconds.
Nan: You'll need more than five seconds to get up the stairs.
Tonight, after lighting up a cigarette, I felt something odd. I had managed to light my eyelashes. Much like my famous cover-drive into the face of 2004, I had achieved what no one in my limited social circle had. That is, to burn/melt their eyelashes off.
Now I have to go into work and, as a serious adult, serve customers…with half a row of eyelashes missing.
As I was driving home,...
St Kilda won this weekend and, honestly, the thing that I miss most is being able to watch the games with my best dude.
There’s now a multiple of reasons as to why it’s all fucked up, but in the last month it’s become rather obvious.
Now that we’ve gone our separate ways because he has to emotionally deal with my health issues, football night has kinda lost all meaning....
Hugh: What's this stuff mixed together?
Me: Cream cheese and icing sugar.
Hugh: And you're wrapping it in pancakes with ice cream? Why?
Me: Because I'm an emotional wreck whose life is slowly crumbling around her and all I want to do is eat and maybe after curl into a ball and die.
Hugh: Oh...sounds good.
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Awkward doctor flirting
Doctor: And what did you do today?
Me: I ate a block of cheese whilst crying to 'Emperor's New Groove'. It's not even a sad film.
Doctor: Oh, you're gorgeous...I mean, that's gorgeous.
I just got trolled by my history tutor.
Apparently giving the most complex directions to an office is fun.
Knowing me I’ll just end up sobbing in a corridor because the building is hexagonal and doesn’t make any sense.
August 2011
27 posts
Doctor: If I'd have to give you one piece of advice, never work in a job that involves talking to people. Don't get me wrong, there are nice people like you. Then there's the idiots. My dream job is to work where there are no people to ask me stupid questions.
Me: That's my dream job too.
Doctor: Ugh, we should just stay in this room forever talking about Star Wars and dumb people...that sounded creepy.