Enter: the busiest period in my entire undergraduate degree.
(need I mention, the stakes are high?)
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Seventeen
Now I know why I didn't miss my period when it didn't come for 81 days.
crampitycrampitycrampity.
crampitycrampitycrampity.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Sixteen
Today we had a consultant who came to lecture us. This lecturer was the kind who liked to have slides with questions on them.
Needless to say, the attending pharmacy lecturer was deeply embarrassed by our lack of knowledge.
Needless to say, the attending pharmacy lecturer was deeply embarrassed by our lack of knowledge.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Twelve
Bronzer and foundation is AWFUL to get off. I don't know how made up peroxide blondes wear so much make up on a regular basis.
Also, put orange paint on top of that, and it's just gross.
I am so tireddddddd... and I don't want to be stressed about work. But there's so much to do, and yet, so little time.
sfdkjdfslk also I don't want to resit UMAT. I always thought I wasn't particularly logical... here is the proof lol. I am amused... but at the same time, it's just a pain in the arse... Who the hell gets in the 86th and 97th percentile in the first two sections and then completely and utterly flunks the last section that Asians are supposedly good at? Me, apparently.
Also, the new Facebook layout is
a) not particularly aesthetically pleasing
b) kind of confusing to use
c) slightly stalkerish with a running feed of EVERYONE'S current activity
... it might actually put me off it.
In fact with everything going on around me, combined with a lack of sleep, I am going to be in a blissful state of apathy in regards to matters about him. Despite the fact that he was offering to skype his friend, and me needing to say how bloody unfair it is that I should be bumped off last week before he offered me a call... I almost don't give a fuck at the moment because I am far too tired to care.
Also, put orange paint on top of that, and it's just gross.
I am so tireddddddd... and I don't want to be stressed about work. But there's so much to do, and yet, so little time.
sfdkjdfslk also I don't want to resit UMAT. I always thought I wasn't particularly logical... here is the proof lol. I am amused... but at the same time, it's just a pain in the arse... Who the hell gets in the 86th and 97th percentile in the first two sections and then completely and utterly flunks the last section that Asians are supposedly good at? Me, apparently.
Also, the new Facebook layout is
a) not particularly aesthetically pleasing
b) kind of confusing to use
c) slightly stalkerish with a running feed of EVERYONE'S current activity
... it might actually put me off it.
In fact with everything going on around me, combined with a lack of sleep, I am going to be in a blissful state of apathy in regards to matters about him. Despite the fact that he was offering to skype his friend, and me needing to say how bloody unfair it is that I should be bumped off last week before he offered me a call... I almost don't give a fuck at the moment because I am far too tired to care.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Ten AND Eleven
Internet cut out for the evening and consequently, I had a little spaz.
It was NOT pretty.
It was NOT pretty.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Nine
thisweekisgoingtobesoincrediblyhecticsomuchsothaticannotaffordthetimetoputinadequatepunctuation.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Eight
Torn between two things: to do what is right, which will cost me everything, or to do what is wrong, which will cost me forever.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Seven
I find people who have the compulsion to put up countless photos of themselves in their beloved bliss incredibly annoying. Call me bitter, but it is no wonder that when the day comes when they do break up, it makes for immense entertainment.
If you're happy, then good for you. There's no need to go proclaiming to the world that you've finally found someone who'll actually acknowledge your relationship (unlike your past two 'boyfriends'). I use the term 'boyfriend' loosely here because we all know a little gossip about your previous 'relationships', don't we?
xoxo Gossip Girl.
If you're happy, then good for you. There's no need to go proclaiming to the world that you've finally found someone who'll actually acknowledge your relationship (unlike your past two 'boyfriends'). I use the term 'boyfriend' loosely here because we all know a little gossip about your previous 'relationships', don't we?
xoxo Gossip Girl.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Five
My flat for next year is GORGEOUS. Well, my room is. It has room for a queen bed and a desk AND space to walk around, as well as large windows. The best part is the adjoining sunroom which is made of windows on one side.
I am blissful.
Note to self:
- need to find fairy lights
- replace shitty electricity saving lightbulb in my touch lamp
- talk to my flatmate about buying her chest of drawers
- maybe find a partition curtain or something of the like between my room and the sunroom
- pick photos to hang from pegs on string heheheh
- nice smelling perfume/scenty things
Also, E. said cute things :)
I am blissful.
Note to self:
- need to find fairy lights
- replace shitty electricity saving lightbulb in my touch lamp
- talk to my flatmate about buying her chest of drawers
- maybe find a partition curtain or something of the like between my room and the sunroom
- pick photos to hang from pegs on string heheheh
- nice smelling perfume/scenty things
Also, E. said cute things :)
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Three
busybusybusy. too many things to remember to do.
1. assignment
2. study for EOMT
3. pharm revue practices
4. study for exams
5. get things ready for my APC
6. see the flat on thursday
7. book places for roadtrip
1. assignment
2. study for EOMT
3. pharm revue practices
4. study for exams
5. get things ready for my APC
6. see the flat on thursday
7. book places for roadtrip
Monday, September 12, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Two
ihatelawmyeyesarebleeeeding.
dsfkjsdfjlksdfkjldsflkjdfs.
How it can all be summed up as: be a good caring pharmacist and don't sell stuff to people unless they give consent. And once you have their health information, hide it in a deep hole so no one can access it. Also other pharmacists are watching you, and waiting for you screw up so they can report you to the Pharmacy Council. Don't pretend to be a dentist or a doctor, and be a proud pharmacist.
dsfkjsdfjlksdfkjldsflkjdfs.
How it can all be summed up as: be a good caring pharmacist and don't sell stuff to people unless they give consent. And once you have their health information, hide it in a deep hole so no one can access it. Also other pharmacists are watching you, and waiting for you screw up so they can report you to the Pharmacy Council. Don't pretend to be a dentist or a doctor, and be a proud pharmacist.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Day Three Hundred and One
Today I found a pumpkin outside my front door. There was also a pile of shit. According to my flatmate, it was quite a sizeable heap... so she was certain that either a group of animals or people had decided to gather at the foot of our staircase and take a massive group dump. Luckily, by the time I left the house, the fish and chip shop owners next door had decided to rinse it all out. All I got to see were all the flies buzzing around where the shit had been.
A metaphor perhaps for how the English played the Argentineans last night?
A metaphor perhaps for how the English played the Argentineans last night?
Friday, September 9, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Nine
George Street studio: big room but pretty manky. I can't deal with mess... so probably not...
Cargill Street studio: more my thing, but no carpark and I don't know the amount of broadband I will get.
Conclusion: I think I will happily flat. The only reservation is the distance... humhumhumhum.
Also, I now see why we signed Sonny Bill Williams. That man passes like a pro. Also, Israel Dagg and Richard Kahui = AWESOME.
Cargill Street studio: more my thing, but no carpark and I don't know the amount of broadband I will get.
Conclusion: I think I will happily flat. The only reservation is the distance... humhumhumhum.
Also, I now see why we signed Sonny Bill Williams. That man passes like a pro. Also, Israel Dagg and Richard Kahui = AWESOME.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Eight
So, just when I had finally come to terms with living alone next year (albeit, surrounded by the beautiful things that I want, such as lanterns and scenty oils and whatnot), I find out that I may end up flatting again.
blaaaargh.
Also, I hate chi squares.
blaaaargh.
Also, I hate chi squares.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Six
MUST. STOP. BUYING. CLOTHES.
sdkslkjsdfkjstfkjsdfkjsd.
Also, more depressing thought: I only have like... two and a half months before I am wearing a dispensing jacket for 21 days out of every month.
Ergo... why the hell am I buying so many clothes?!
sdkslkjsdfkjstfkjsdfkjsd.
Also, more depressing thought: I only have like... two and a half months before I am wearing a dispensing jacket for 21 days out of every month.
Ergo... why the hell am I buying so many clothes?!
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Five
Cotton wool. Cotton wool. Cotton wool.
Lol... the skeptic (or as the British spell it, sceptic) in me is betting that this only lasts for a week or so. I think I'll go and buy myself a new dress once he reverts back to being his usual self.
Lol... the skeptic (or as the British spell it, sceptic) in me is betting that this only lasts for a week or so. I think I'll go and buy myself a new dress once he reverts back to being his usual self.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Four
Doubting no more.
At least, I shall try not to. Because every time I doubt, all I need to do is look at him.
Because when you see someone cry, someone who you once thought to be devoid of any extreme emotion, you would be convinced.
At least, I shall try not to. Because every time I doubt, all I need to do is look at him.
Because when you see someone cry, someone who you once thought to be devoid of any extreme emotion, you would be convinced.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Three
Should we trouble the ghosts of memories past,
disturb the skeletons that hide in webs of lies?
For I fear that I shall find some secret horror;
and deal a final death blow to my faltering heart.
why am i upset? it comes down to this:
i am so, so afraid that he is lying to me. i almost don't want to know. and yet, i want to know.
fact: this happened two years ago
fact: whatever he feels for me now is deeper
fact: the boy who loves me now wouldn't hurt me
however, i don't know if i can forgive him if his actions were the result of emotional feelings towards another person. and this, this is what i am afraid of knowing.
disturb the skeletons that hide in webs of lies?
For I fear that I shall find some secret horror;
and deal a final death blow to my faltering heart.
why am i upset? it comes down to this:
i am so, so afraid that he is lying to me. i almost don't want to know. and yet, i want to know.
fact: this happened two years ago
fact: whatever he feels for me now is deeper
fact: the boy who loves me now wouldn't hurt me
however, i don't know if i can forgive him if his actions were the result of emotional feelings towards another person. and this, this is what i am afraid of knowing.
Day Two Hundred and Ninety One AND Ninety Two
I don't think I've ever seen such a look of remorse/self disgust on anyone's face before...
To be honest, my mind was made up the moment I knew.
And I know the more I think about it, the more I'm going to end up doubting myself. Doubting him. So I think I would like to stop thinking about it. I think. I think. I think.
I know that he has changed since then. I know that what he feels now is something that is real. I know that he truly regrets it.
Now all I feel is... sorrow. But I am also glad, so very glad, that this didn't ruin someone else's relationship before it even had a chance to begin.
(un)happy birthday, me.
To be honest, my mind was made up the moment I knew.
And I know the more I think about it, the more I'm going to end up doubting myself. Doubting him. So I think I would like to stop thinking about it. I think. I think. I think.
I know that he has changed since then. I know that what he feels now is something that is real. I know that he truly regrets it.
Now all I feel is... sorrow. But I am also glad, so very glad, that this didn't ruin someone else's relationship before it even had a chance to begin.
(un)happy birthday, me.
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