It came at us from ALL directions!
Get up this morning... after sleeping at 2am and waking at 5.45 am the just LYING there til 7 am, see my flat mate, hear about her dreams... man they were epic, deep dreams!
Leave room about to get ready to go in, see other flat mate who proceeds to talk in a serious manner about the flat issues for next year and how we ought to go about composing ourselves when trawling flats. My initial reaction, as drummed into me, as that 'you will screw up' and so when she suggests us being 'proper', my heart sinks. I cant do proper if I tried. Civil, yes. Respectful, yes.But proper... no. I dont have a proper bone in my body.
We are then late and the conversation is cut dry. I am left with a bad feeling as to how I explained myself and so spend the rest of the morning in my usual sleep deprived state stressing about what I said and what I was meant to say. The resultant being me nearly chucking up, nearly passing out and sitting in the library shaking and unable to do the revision I set out to do. So I went off to find a computer to send a very long 'stressy Mel email' to said flatmate. I then went to my following lectures and lab and ranted to my mates, hence taking my mind off of things.
My afternoon was made, somewhat sadly and incredibly nerdily, by receipt of my script from "The Impossible assignment" that I handed in last week... I somehow managed to get 95/100... which is bloody amazing. The only thing I did wrong was the referencing. WOOHOO!!! Sad what my life is.
Oh and that my friends book broke when she pulled out a single page and she looked so confused after XD Then of course I laughed... and I laugh LOUDLY!
And then tonight we go to get dinner from the local take-aways and in case this is not obvious... I am tired. very, VERY tired... my English leaves a lot to be desired... so when I order my dinner I ask for 1 ChipS -- and so the ling major flatmate laughs at me... and then I give her a look as if to say "WTF you on?" and then she wets herself further and refuses to tell me why... I then cuss and she tells me to knock it off on account of the little kids. An old lady (sad, miserable old lady) tells me I SHOULD be sorry coz she has young kids. I reply with dead sarcasm that I am entirely sorry and that I do feel bad. Knowing full well that Kiwis dont get blunt sarcasm, and to me it is not worth it to cause a scene. I get more satisfaction from being the bigger person. When we left, the flatmate who got me into trouble smiled sweetly at the old lady and told her to have a good evening. That was so damn amazing. That lady's face... oh classic. Still makes me smile just thinking about it. =)
I should live in the science library apparently. They should give me a bed and feed me and everything =3
Ohhhh kayyyy. I have epic plans to stay up fairly late tonight... shall see how we go...
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