I have to say it. This change... alarms me. And no, I don't feel like arguing my opinion. As you are all entitled to your shouts of triumph, I am also entitled to my cry of despair.

Conversation between E. and I:

Me: they need fairy lights lol. white only works if they have fairy lights. black and fairy lights however just looks contrived
E: lol you're going to be so good at planning
Me: this is why i will turn into bridezilla
E: do i have to help or can i let you do all the work
Me: how do i put this delicately... you have to care enough to have an opinion. but if i disagree, i will veto your opinion lol

Practising calculations for the calculations test on Wednesday using resources on FastTrack Pharmacy website. And I got to use a simultaneous equation to solve a problem!


My inner ten year old (I remember that it took many tears and tantrums before I understood them) is currently dancing triumphantly.

Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt should hurry up and get together. Because if I can't have him, I will be at least, equally happy if they were to get married and lots of children.

And I need to ban romances from my reading list because they make me miss E. even more. And the worst thing? I have another TWO months before I see him. Oh, and I also need to sit my pharmacist registration exam before then. So it's not like I can look forward to the 8th of November with unbridled excitement.

fdskjdsflkjsdfjlkdsf TWO months before I sit my exam. Cue internal screams.




Also dads are awesome. Because they always know what to say.

I need someone to understand the significance of my work-mother leaving the pharmacy. Not only do I lose my mentor, but it also means that a shitstorm of SIGNIFICANT proportions is about to hit the fan.





I think I need to scream with despair.

That dog is going. T O M O R R O W.

I shall stop fearing each step I take outside of my room because I don't know where the dog has shat. Life has improved significantly.

Also, make up sale tomorrow? Yessss please.

Ah, J. Is the only reason why you seem to have cut off all communication is because your girlfriend forbids it?

I suppose I know how that feels, so fair enough.



Can't grumble that the dog is going... it goes for dumps and pisses everywhere.

Twenty two. Nope, there is no sugar coating this.


I am officially OLD.

Aaargh Telecom. Why must you release such an awesome prepaid plan? How am I supposed to explain away the fact that I just spent $100 for a new phone? And having only one phone would definitely make things easier...


First world problems. I should stop complaining now.

I cannot DEAL with the sheer amount of engagements that are happening at the moment. Why can't people wait till a decent age until they jump into bed with each other?





Also, A. You are honestly, the most infuriating man I have ever had the misfortune of knowing/crushing on. That smirk on your face(!) Even in photos I am suffocated by your pompousness and grandiosity. One thing I never quite understood: why on earth do you think you can save the world? This is a question that I would like to ask you one day. Such a pity that you're probably going to be the next Al Gore or someone similar. You probably google your own name too.
... that was unnecessarily bitchy. And somewhat bitter.

I have learnt what the phrase "dog breath" truly means. Also -



Hmm. I appear to have lost my train of thought.

Note to self: one day I am using the long part of the pharmacy label and drawing moustaches on them. Then sticking one to my upper lip and one to Elton's upper lip and taking a photo.


Also, the dog has arrived. And I am IN LOVE.

My nails are peelingggggggg. Time to stop applying nail polish, methinks. Also, ran 8km at the gym today which makes for a very good day.



Also, headlamp on my car has blown. If it isn't an electrical fault, I should be able to get it fixed for an easy $12.50. Hopefully it's just the bulb.

Auctions on trademe are going swimmingly. Hurry and bid, peoples! I needs the moneys to buy myself that Dotti dress.

I am le tired. Note to self: one is never to stay out past 10:30pm on a work night. It would've been more horrible if my lovely flatmate hadn't done the dishes. The thought of doing them did plague my mind a little - mainly because I was worried that I'd make a lot of clattering noises.

But no. I can hear my two loved-up flatmates giggling away next door.





Kinda makes me wish that I did have dishes to smash around.

And the thief strikes again! Luckily enough for me, my appointment at the Health Science office was only five minutes so I managed to park without scoring a parking ticket.




Honestly, who the FUCK is poor and desperate enough to steal $4 (in coins) from my wallet? I'm just more annoyed at myself that I let it happen AGAIN.

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So for those who don't know, I used to be an avid reader on fictionpress. Also dabbled in writing for a bit... which reminds me, I need to finish those damn stories. It's like leaving half way through while singing a song, albeit a bad song. But nevertheless, it still needs to be finished.

So before fictionpress was overrun with badly written Twilight wannabe/vampire/paranormal a la Fifty Shades of Grey type stories, there were a few gems. One of them was 'Queen of Glass' written by S.J. Maas. It was a MONSTER of a piece and I still remember staying up till some ridiculous hour trying to polish it off. Anyway, S.J. Maas took it off fictionpress and ended up getting it published under the title of 'Throne of Glass'.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Anyway, I bought it today and I did enjoy it. I remember the champions' competition being my favourite part of the story, so I was glad that the book was rewritten to have this part drawn out more. I have to admit that I felt slightly disillusioned with the inclusion of the weird paranormal creature-like things that were being summoned. The supernatural part of the story seemed to be hastily added in and when I found out who was responsible, I couldn't help but feel a little cheated out of a proper antagonist. Also, the latter part of the story was slightly Tamora Pierce's The Song of the Lioness cum Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. 

And Celaena! How frustrating she was. I was cheering for Chaol and almost had my heart broken when she made out with Dorian. Whilst that part of the plot was highly engaging for me, I must say that Maas should tread very very very carefully, or else she will end up with a Edward-Jacob-Bellaesque love triangle... and by the end of that particular love triangle, I wanted to murder all three in a fiery blaze.

p.s. am I the only one who thinks the name Chaol reminds me of Smeagol? I honestly could not stop picturing Chaol as this creepy elf thing with loose strands of hair until halfway through the book. Whhhhhhy couldn't she have picked a more attractive name? His personality was attractive enough, luckily enough for him.

Things I enjoyed:

- the mystery of the murders (the explanation was however, rather shoddy)

- Nehemia's character/storyline

- Chaol and Celaena teaming up against Kaltain
- characterisation of the King of Adarlan

- Nox's character

- The Duke of Perrington and whatever scheme he has with the King; twas a nice fish hook, Ms. Maas

Things that should be changed:

- Chaol's name

- more background to the supernatural aspects because when that dream/vision occurred, I was wtf. And when she killed that creature, I was even more dumbfounded 

- need more fighting! She's meant to be a master assassin so I would like some more action plz. Celaena hardly breaks a nail in her duels

- more sexual tension between Celaena and Chaol... we have had enough of these near-kiss Dorian encounters. I was cheering for Chaol because Celaena's an ungrateful bitch and it took Chaol to kill a certain somebody to make her realise how much he loves her while Dorian stands idly by... I think it's time Chaol got some Celaena action, yeeeeaaaas?

Also, Dorian's character reminds me of Prince Jonathan in the The Song of the Lioness series.

So, to finish: I will read the sequels but pleasepleaseplease S.J. Maas, don't make me read the rest of the books just so that I can say that I have read all of them. Because that is what Stephanie Meyer/E.L. James did and I ended up questioning my sanity. 

I can only hold your hand when I sleep,
and hear your voice while I dream.
Your shadow is the only thing I remember,
a fleeting image in the corner of my eye.
Sometimes I think you might be standing here,
but when I turn around you simply disappear.
I dance with my memories around the room,
because I can no longer feel your warmth.
When I open my eyes I cannot see your face,
for you are a ghost haunting my every thought.

"sskkyyypppeeeyyy?"






Honestly bitch, the word you may be looking for is "skype". And if you do not desist from contacting my uh, boyfriend, someday, I will introduce you to pain because clearly you are looking for my fist also.

I jest. Well, not really. But sort of. She is of that name and how funny that another of the three deadly sins should appear so soon after the first one. Well, she's the one who I have a problem with mainly. Because she simply won't leave him the fuck alone. Also because she's a cheating whore. And I'm not just being a bitch because she did in fact cheat on her long time boyfriend while overseas and sharing a bed with another man. And while there were witnesses in the room. I wonder if she ever told her now ex-boyfriend the gory details.

One day, one day. I will do a Gossip Girl-worthy blast and tear her reputation into shreds.

Also, made my boss almost cry from laughter because I pronounced the name "Sinead" phonetically. FYI, it's pronounced "Shin-ad".

Definitely dislike any person with that dreaded name. It's like... I see it. And then I automatically suspect something, even though it's completely and utterly paranoid of me.

The gut is never wrong though. I suspected something with her. I knew that she was never that trustworthy. And now... with this one. I suppose it hasn't helped that I have heard that all sorts of boys develop hopeless crushes on her. Honestly, that name is like a fucking curse.

Clearly, I still do not trust him. Then, I figure that it all happened in the past. And I should stop wasting my time perusing things which I can't change.

Ugh. It is so exhausting being paranoid. I would much rather get a tub of hot water and use that new Natio foot scrub that I got today. But I can't because I can't be bothered talking to whoever is in the kitchen because I simply do not have the energy to make small talk.

It is so true. Poor people always buy expensive dogs.

Dear E.,

Thank you for taking my call when I was this close to bawling my eyes out in public over my stolen cash. You are a lovely boy.

Also, I don't feel so bad now because mum has offered to pay for the dress... heheh. Oh, mothers. Sometimes you love them and sometimes you hate them.
Mum: Why are you sniffling? Are you sick?
Me: No, I'm crying over my stolen cash.
Mum: Are you still crying over that?

Speaking of the dress, it is simply stunning. It's made up of dark matte blue sequins and the cut of the dress is tea-like so it doesn't look trashy at all. Also, I appear to have lost more weight because now I fit an extra small. (http://www.dotti.com.au/shop/en/dotti/clothing/dresses/pretty-sequin-dress) I think I could possibly go down to an xxs because the xs still has more room around my waist... but my boobage won't let me do so.

Also, saw Magic Mike. I thought I had developed quite a tolerance to uh, crudity, but this was crudity to the next level. By the halfway mark, I had seen enough of the male form, thank you very much Messieurs Tatum, Pettyfer and McConaughey. Honestly, I do not want to see another male arse for a very long time. It was honestly like watching porn on the big screen. And while I managed to sit through the entirety of it, I was very close to simply covering my eyes (like I did with Bruno).

I am le tired.

Dear E.,

Today was pretty uneventful. So tired though. I can't actually remember if there was anything of importance today. Passed the big assignment (got it back today), so I'm pretty happy about that.

Mmm.... nope. Nothing that comes to mind. I kinda want cuddlesssss.

Dear E.,

You seem a little more negative than usual. I was going to say something about it, but I figured you were stressed about class. And I was quite right, so I'm glad I held my tongue. Seeing as we aren't talking very often, I decided I would endeavour to record something down every day so that I could remind myself to tell you about it when we next talk.

So, I found out today that the boss is indeed looking for another full-time pharmacist next year because she wants to be the part-timer as she will have two children running around. Obviously, I haven't given my word (what with this whole medicine thing up in the air). But it's getting extremely appealing... what with the pay and all. And as much as I love hearing about the things you're learning while at med school, I can also see that it will be another five years of my life gone. And potentially the rest of my social life for the rest of my life. You should hurry up and propose. Because I would settle being a pharmacist for the rest of my life if it meant coming home every day to you. I told my mother this. And she simply laughed at me and said that there are plenty of other fish in the sea.

Anyway, things on the gym front are interesting. I feel more toned but when I weighed myself yesterday, I had only lost one kilogram. I do think I have lost some fat though because some of the dresses which used to be quite tight seem to be fitting much better now. Still can't fit comfortably into THAT pair of jeans, but at least I can squeeze my tree trunk thighs into them. Also bonus, my chest has not shrunk (thank goodness)... because if I was to drop down to an A, I would honestly bawl.

L. wants me to sing another song at her wedding. And I don't want to. It IS her wedding though. So, I figure I should be accommodating because if my wishes weren't followed (EXACT wishes) for my own wedding... well, let's just say that there WILL be tears.

Also, saw I. at my flat. He came over JUST to iron his shirt. Hate to say it, but that alone kinda outs him.

I think that's all I can think of at the moment. Also, sorry for seeing the first Batman movie without you. But I figured you wouldn't be sitting there admiring Christian Bale's body with me in one accord. I will watch the second one with you because I find it rather scary.

When did you stop dreaming? Because I never stopped. Not for one moment.