I might have chicken pox. For all I know, I'm already infected. My stupid sister has it and since I haven't got it, I am in grave danger.

ARHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

some people are just more tolerable when they are your bf ( Read more... )

                  I think how its funny that I drift between the sleep and awake state due to a cold and only to find myself wide awake after taking an anti-histamine to drowse me completely ( Read more... )

being sick is no fun. Not when you have planned an elaborate drama and you are dying for a grand finale!

I HATE BEING SICK.

ANd also, this is the first time that I have not called in sick ONCE since the year started!

It makes a difference when you like your work I guess.

STUPID COLD ARGH

I realized that I have been out almost every single night and have been boozing almost every other too. THIS IS BAD! ARGH.

Yesterday was good fun, we celebrated becs birthday and had high tea and jewellery making day at her place. Working with paper is VERY fun! We made these paper beads. What actually happens is that we had to cut ( Read more... )

This is a month of partying. Everyone's freaking birthday is now, including mine. I have made so much jewellery and cake that  I have depleted my never ending supply of butter and charms.

so, its photo whoring time. I'll spare you the cake and bling out the jewellery(geddit geddit?). I regret not taking a pic of a pair of earrings i made for Tara ( Read more... )

Oh there was a boy called Marius
Who was rather precarious
He liked the beer
And girls he could leer
Especially the ones who were hilarious

There was a boy called Alex
Who liked to wear spandex
He chugged his beer
And behaved with no fear
For the boy had a long index

There was a boy called Marius
Who wasn't exactly gergarious
He went  to a  see bunny
Who was at a party
And  found her extremely hilarious

He wasn't sure what he had seen
Althought it left him with a beam
Suddenly he felt  ill
And she had no pill
And so he had no choice but to lean

He soon got anxious
I think it was her false lashes
He  wanted to leave and  ( Read more... )

In response to my beer ode, the kebab sends me the following ( Read more... )

An ode to the indisposible prop of life- BEHOLD THE BEER BOTTLE!

Behold the beer bottle
Which often gets throttled
In parties wild and free

It can save your life
This humble device
Whenever you get too silly

Just wave it about
And give a little shout
And soon you will see

Everyone will think
That you had too much to drink
And instantly forgive you for the ( Read more... )