holy crap, the stress!!
this uni stuff kinna makes me want to accept the fact that i have a monkeys brain and that i should give up and climb something instead. At least then i'd have an excuse to fling shit at my teachers!
exams will be over by wednesday

mother of god, am i really about to update my journal ( Read more... )

The Hazelhead pets corner have giant ducks that think they are geese (its a crazy cross, must be seen to be believed) and goth bunnies with vampy eyeliner. Its oh so eastery and i dont tink im ready for public festivities yet but these little aspects of weird salt it down to a bearable level. The little toddlers that should be adorned with ( Read more... )

everything i touch turns to mould...like Midas but a whole lot worse ( Read more... )

there has been a ravine of emptiness from my livejournaling ...i think i swapped it for a boyfriend. But it makes it hard to keep in touch with people and with the events in my own life......they just squirtle on past without telling me ( Read more... )

jeese i manage to ctrl all the uni stress and xmas panic goes and bites me on the ass (why do my life metaphors always involve my bum? maybe i have a subconscious obsession with my own rear....oh dear, something else to worry about ( Read more... )

I think it would be a great irony to have my cat stuffed, streached and turned into a draft excluder since the little fucker never closes the door behind himself, no matter how many times i throw him at it!!!

tuesday - jim brought round quail eggs and we did egg blowing, so much fun, the yoke shoots out like uncovered sneeses ( Read more... )

yeah i got home from a hard day at the office (uuuh, a lecture about penis trees) to find my husband (Dan) making banana walnut muffins to Countdown, aww it was all so sweet. Freshly brewed coffee, baking muffins, the occasional yelp of conundrums, a big fat cat rolling around the floor (he might prefer to walk but we put loo roll tubes on his ( Read more... )

Went to the beach today with Dan(gle). It was wonderfully empty of screeching, snot nosed, sugar fueled kids ......nothing makes a trip to the fun beach more enjoyable than the lack of children having fun. Plus it means that we dont have to queue for the dance dance revolution machine .....then there was no queuing for the House of the Dead III ( Read more... )