University is officially coming to an end.
Midnight tonight, if I can stay awake that long or even be bothered to stay away that late.. My university results go live.
I don't think I have ever stayed up to get, except of course in my first year. And then when I couldn't get on for an hour I never did it again.
I will be up at around six in the morning, so I will just check then.
I am nervous. I am excited. I am stressed.
I am definitely in that state of "what-if-I-didn't-pass?" combined with "oh-my-fucking-god-I-have-almost-finished-studying!" with a "I-have-more-expectations-on-me-now!"
It's fun I tell you.
So, cross those fingers and toes, 'cause we all know I didn't study for that exam..
*looks away*
Monday, July 11, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Oh My Fucking Gawd
I was opening the door to run the garbage out to the bins. When my toe starts tingling.
Fuck.
I let out a small ouch. I didn't even swear.
It ripped some of the skin up. Phew. No blood.
I hobble over and lay down on the bed for a while. I figure the garbage can wait until the pain stops.
"Muuuuuuuuuuuuum, I hurt my toe!" I sob into the phone. Pretend sobs of course just to add to how much it hurt!
Mum laughs. Hmm appears I drew the short straw in sympathy today.
I am talking to mum, explaining:
I opened the door to take the garbage out. When my second little toe got smashed by the door. It tore up my skin, must of just been a layer of dead skin or something 'cause there is no blood. But then I was looking at my toe and I realised THAT HALF MY TOE NAIL HAS LIFTED!
Cue laughter from my mum.
She tells me through her hysterics to get a bandaid. I decline.
Then says to bathe it in salty water. I liken this to torture.
Eventually I hang up the phone.
I am getting cold and need to put my stockings on.
Twenty minutes later I am freezing so I delicately pull the stockings on.
Fuck my toe is sore and I doubt the weather is helping.
Watch your toes as you open doors!
*winks*
Fuck.
I let out a small ouch. I didn't even swear.
It ripped some of the skin up. Phew. No blood.
I hobble over and lay down on the bed for a while. I figure the garbage can wait until the pain stops.
"Muuuuuuuuuuuuum, I hurt my toe!" I sob into the phone. Pretend sobs of course just to add to how much it hurt!
Mum laughs. Hmm appears I drew the short straw in sympathy today.
I am talking to mum, explaining:
I opened the door to take the garbage out. When my second little toe got smashed by the door. It tore up my skin, must of just been a layer of dead skin or something 'cause there is no blood. But then I was looking at my toe and I realised THAT HALF MY TOE NAIL HAS LIFTED!
Cue laughter from my mum.
She tells me through her hysterics to get a bandaid. I decline.
Then says to bathe it in salty water. I liken this to torture.
Eventually I hang up the phone.
I am getting cold and need to put my stockings on.
Twenty minutes later I am freezing so I delicately pull the stockings on.
Fuck my toe is sore and I doubt the weather is helping.
Watch your toes as you open doors!
*winks*
Sunday, July 3, 2011
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