dead irish writers.
Bad Idea Bear: Buy a whole case! Princeton: A case of beers? No, I can't get a whole case. Bad Idea Bear: But you're on a budget! You're wasting money in the long run if you don't buy in bulk!
1. Avenue Q is the greatest musical of all time. Even better when it’s the Sydney premier, and you won the tickets from samesame.com.au, and it’s a fundraiser for ACON, and half the gay community is there, and it’s at the Theatre Royal (heaven in theatre form, in my humble opinion), and there’s free champers + wine, and you take your wonderful, amazing, hilarious mum (who I think loved it more than me =]). Oh hell yes I’m gloating. Best. Night. Ever.
2. I squeal like a small girl when I win things.
3. People are infinitely more attractive in winter.
4. My tute kids doing well is the ultimate cure for a shitty day.
5. Watching Stephen Fry in America makes me want both an English taxi cab and a posh British accent.
6. My compulsory sociology class is basically year eleven society & culture, but with less Tully-Welly and more incredibly attractive soc/psych majors. Totally going to make the two hour lab worthwhile. (As is the fact that one of the computer program I have to learn has the acronym NUDIST. Oh you better believe I immaturely giggled over that one.)
7. Want to freak history students out? Put their tute room in the same building as the giant taxidermy bear. For a group of people who read about war atrocities every week, we are notoriously squeamish and easily scared.
8. Don’t get on a bus that’s spewing noxious gas and making strange clunking noises. You’ll just end up on the side of the Pacific Highway, watching a construction-worker bogan fight an equally classy Busways driver.
9. My optometrist is more interested in September 11 conspiracy theories than the fact that my eyesight is getting progressively more shite.
10. Homebake presale tickets go on sale tomorrow at midday. So. Excited.