I need, by this Thursday, to have written 8 pages of notes and studied for a slide test on Etruscan art. And maybe clean my room. I average 6 hours of sleep a night. Insanity shall ensue.



Pic courtesy of a very talented, gorgeous friend.

What a slacker

So...

I met Amanda fucking Palmer. What a fucking babe. *insert gutteral moan*



And I got into a fight last night. Drunk girl punched a friend, I tried to pull drunk girl off, drunk girl punched me in the ear. Would have been ok but my face was pushed against the brick wall outside work. I think the free booze helped my face stop hurting, but now I just hurt all over. And I have to shower and clean the restaurant in an hour.

I got really high on Thursday night and went to an electropop gig, ended up texting my friends "Electropop should be called electroshit. Just quietly." It was fucking poetic.

Why is my life not more interesting?

Swings and roundabouts.

I had the most fascinating talk about crock pots last night with my friends while we walked home.

Except I have a familiar feeling that if I had been sober, it would not have been as fascinating. In fact, I probably would have just questioned why we were talking about crock pots of all things.

But that, I suppose is one of the upsides to drinking. One of the downsides is getting up to face the day, giving up after 10 minutes, and jumping back into bed, this time fully dressed, until 5pm.

Last night #2

I also bitched out this one girl at work who no-one likes. She was standing there being a mopey sack and the conversation went thus:

Me: "If you're going to just stand there, you could help us roll some cutlery coz you haven't done any all night."
Her: "I've been busy with all of my tables and I don't feel well."
Me: "Well so has everyone else but they've done it and I've been working all week with the flu."

She stormed out of the wait station looking like she was about to cry.

Ultimate waitress burn, bitchezz. Don't wanna piss me off, yo.

Last night

...I had the weirdest pie. It was pie, but on sausage roll format. I got confused.

Then I sat on my bed cross-legged at 6:30am, eating this strange pie and wondering just when my life became about that pie.

Pie.

Saturday

I ran into a lecturer today. Always an interesting experience on the weekends. Though I suppose I was up at uni. But anyway, not that point. The point is that I applied for the Classics field trip and it's unlikely it's going ahead coz it's $9500 and then some so I was talking to him about that, and he said 2 things which made my week:

1. "You are exactly the sort of person we want to take"
2. "You belong among the temples."

If I had been told this by the fine ass tutor he hired last year for my class, I would have jumped him. Instead, I blushed and made some joke about how I'm fun.

Also, I have found the coolest tumblr, http://caragh.tumbler.com

She is, like, everything I wish I could be but can't coz I'm real lame.

I think I'm in love.

Craptacular

So I've had a truly craptastic week. Here is an overview:

- I dropped my phone. Not for the first time. But the screen broke and now I'm tossing up whether to live with a broken screen or fork out for a new phone. The latter is unappealing.
- I'm sick. Who the fuck gets a cold in the middle of summer? Seriously, what's with that?
- I have almost punched multiple first years in the back of their heads because they have a tendency to STOP because they're LOST and some of us figured out our way round YEARS ago. So fuck off back to high school
- I have to fork out $105 for a book I'll never read but am likely to mutilate
- I ripped my jeans while drunk and hate clothes shopping coz the blob does not like the confines of denim
- I have a timetable clash. Which wouldn't usually matter but I need the papers and fear that missing one lecture a week will jeopardise my graduation. Then I remember that I probably wouldn't go anyway, and get sad coz I'm paying $10,000 to study.

Originally there was a "on the plus side..." here, but then I stared at my screen and realised that I can't think of one.

I miss getting high.

C