How a cup of coffee wrecked my day.
*Emerges from Tumblr, shaken*
God, it's weird over there. It's probably the only place on the internet filled with so many horny women and girls and rehashed/evolved 4chan memes gone wrong.
I kind of like it though. It's only every so often that I come across too much of that stuff, because I follow so many queer and feminist blogs. Instead I'm bombarded with queer teen suicides and pro-life/Tea Party crap...hmm.
Anyway, I've come back here, my Tumblog was too orange. Not that I was gone in the first place, there are some things I can only say here.
So this morning I woke up at about 4:30 to finish an assignment, sat in bed doing it for a while, managed to finish a part of it before getting up for breakfast.
...
I have NO record of how much caffeine I should consume before it's too much, I'm just saying.
I know that if I eat nothing, then go to work and have two cups of coffee, my hands shake like crazy whilst I try to stuff envelopes and I sort of bounce up and down the hallway like an overgrown child. I strut into the Fundraising office and sneak up on Lea and AJ and giggle like an idiot.
But...I was at home.
And it was only one mug.
Ok...a big mug.
...And I topped it up once.
BUT I'D EATEN.
So I had this coffee and I sat down to write the rest of my assignment and I couldn't and I was jiggling everywhere and listening to music and singing obnoxiously and pestering the cat and BASICALLY I was just this little engine that was whirring all over the place but wasn't actually DOING anything and wasting all this energy that I'd drunk.
Eventually I threw myself out of my seat and down the stairs; I had to do something and I decided that this something would be getting dressed. (I was...wearing something by the way. Just to clarify.)
It was sunny outside. It was windy as well though. But it was sunny. ...And the wind was cold. BUT IT WAS SUNNY.
So obviously the best choice of clothing was a tank-top and a skirt and sandals. BECAUSE IT WAS SUNNY.
I threw on my newest top and a white and green floral silky skirt and my white ankle-boot-style-but-sandal sandal things.
The top looks like
(Don't ask me why I appear to be smoking an imaginary cigarette)
by the way. WIN. Only time my boobs are going to make it to the internet, definitely.
So I put these things on. And I ran out on the balcony and realised it was cold but didn't give a fuck and ran back inside and sat down again and wiggled in a caffeine-induced way some more. And I looked at my reflection in the oven door and realised my hair was flat and KNEW THAT ALL THESE THINGS WOULD COME BA
Eventually I thought I'd better go into school and hand in my essay so I did. I walked outside and was hit by a mothercunting Southerly by the time I'd gotten to the bottom of my drive but it was all ok because IT'S SUNNY GOD DAMN IT AND IT'S SUMMER
IT. IS. SUMMER.
I WILL MAKE IT BE SUMMER
MY SKIRT AND MY TANK TOP AND MY SANDALS D
And that's how I've ended up disheveled, unable to move from the NZSM Common Room because the wind blows up my skirt, way low after my caffeine high, feeling gross, hungry even though I've eaten a fuckload, and unhappy with my flat hair.
But it's ok because I'm gradually chipping away at all my assignments and I've made an appointment to have my hair cut for Friday which is really too long to wait but it will have to do.
God, it's weird over there. It's probably the only place on the internet filled with so many horny women and girls and rehashed/evolved 4chan memes gone wrong.
I kind of like it though. It's only every so often that I come across too much of that stuff, because I follow so many queer and feminist blogs. Instead I'm bombarded with queer teen suicides and pro-life/Tea Party crap...hmm.
Anyway, I've come back here, my Tumblog was too orange. Not that I was gone in the first place, there are some things I can only say here.
So this morning I woke up at about 4:30 to finish an assignment, sat in bed doing it for a while, managed to finish a part of it before getting up for breakfast.
...
I have NO record of how much caffeine I should consume before it's too much, I'm just saying.
I know that if I eat nothing, then go to work and have two cups of coffee, my hands shake like crazy whilst I try to stuff envelopes and I sort of bounce up and down the hallway like an overgrown child. I strut into the Fundraising office and sneak up on Lea and AJ and giggle like an idiot.
But...I was at home.
And it was only one mug.
Ok...a big mug.
...And I topped it up once.
BUT I'D EATEN.
So I had this coffee and I sat down to write the rest of my assignment and I couldn't and I was jiggling everywhere and listening to music and singing obnoxiously and pestering the cat and BASICALLY I was just this little engine that was whirring all over the place but wasn't actually DOING anything and wasting all this energy that I'd drunk.
Eventually I threw myself out of my seat and down the stairs; I had to do something and I decided that this something would be getting dressed. (I was...wearing something by the way. Just to clarify.)
It was sunny outside. It was windy as well though. But it was sunny. ...And the wind was cold. BUT IT WAS SUNNY.
So obviously the best choice of clothing was a tank-top and a skirt and sandals. BECAUSE IT WAS SUNNY.
I threw on my newest top and a white and green floral silky skirt and my white ankle-boot-style-but-sandal sandal things.
The top looks like
(Don't ask me why I appear to be smoking an imaginary cigarette)
by the way. WIN. Only time my boobs are going to make it to the internet, definitely.
So I put these things on. And I ran out on the balcony and realised it was cold but didn't give a fuck and ran back inside and sat down again and wiggled in a caffeine-induced way some more. And I looked at my reflection in the oven door and realised my hair was flat and KNEW THAT ALL THESE THINGS WOULD COME BA
Eventually I thought I'd better go into school and hand in my essay so I did. I walked outside and was hit by a mothercunting Southerly by the time I'd gotten to the bottom of my drive but it was all ok because IT'S SUNNY GOD DAMN IT AND IT'S SUMMER
IT. IS. SUMMER.
I WILL MAKE IT BE SUMMER
MY SKIRT AND MY TANK TOP AND MY SANDALS D
And that's how I've ended up disheveled, unable to move from the NZSM Common Room because the wind blows up my skirt, way low after my caffeine high, feeling gross, hungry even though I've eaten a fuckload, and unhappy with my flat hair.
But it's ok because I'm gradually chipping away at all my assignments and I've made an appointment to have my hair cut for Friday which is really too long to wait but it will have to do.