I honestly thought I was lucky to not have any exams this semester… I was wrong. So much is due and all at the same time, it’s as if the convenor from each unit of my course got together and decided to make everything due at the same time to keep us on our toes. Media: all 10 weekly blog entries (2000 words), 2000 word essay. Journalism: 400 word final news story with 2 (REAL)...
I just bought a diary for next year, I decided on the A5 size and my decision was made easier with the little A7 size diary I got for free with my purchase! Now I have a mini one to carry around in my purse and a decent sized one for university. I also purchased a moustache themed calendar for only $5 dollars. So cheap! Now I am so much more excited for next year ! Next on my list is a...
how did i even have friends in year 7?
i was one of those freaks that always made a new email address… they were all pretty embarassing though. here are some that i remember… email@example.com firstname.lastname@example.org email@example.com firstname.lastname@example.org my favourite is the one in bold… didn’t know the other meaning to ‘eating a rainbow’ until my...
hahahaha i love my sister
lisa: awww, he doesn’t have chest hair like i thought he would… me: ew, do you like chest hair or something?? lisa: i never used to, but then it grew on me… lisa: …. not literally though…. 10 seconds later as the last part of that conversation sunk in… me: BAHAHAHHAA she’s so cute, i’m writing this and i keep laughing as i look over at her to laugh...
I want to start a confession page on facebook
and just post they lyrics to usher’s confessions part two. it’s such a good song, old school usher was the bomb diggity. i love you usher!, i’m sorry i turned down tickets to your show this year, however a part of me is glad because i was told it was shit and you’ve lost your groove. in other news, my third journalism assignment involves yet another interviewing process....
Don’t just fuck the police. Take the police out on a couple dates. Take the police to the movies or a nice stroll in the park. Feed the police some delicious fondue. Make the police fall in love with you. Then, fuck the police. And then out of nowhere, stop taking calls from the police. Ignore the police. Make the police miss you. Make the police cry.
i just want you to know, every time i see ‘gluten free’ i say to myself “oh! kirby could eat that”. hahahaha i only just noticed today. or if lisa is with me i say to her “oh! kirby could eat that”.
okay so that was the worst essay ever, i seriously need to brush up on my on-the-spot essay writing skills. haven’t written so much in two hours since year 12. now next is to interview someone from puffing billy’s for my journalism assignment, fuck me dead, it is due friday too so i can’t avoid it any longer. i don’t know what the deal is with being so scared of calling...
just realised i have some assessment in class tomorrow for communications where we have to analyse someone’s speech and write 1000 words on it. and just as i was basking in the joy of getting an oral presentation over and done with, eeeeek!
I think the internet has made me REAL DUMB YO– real talk lol (via chonnny)