What-ho, all :)
Many apologies for my absence, but sometimes life gets in the way. Actually, I can't even use that excuse, because Monday nights are the only nights I'm busy. So, more aptly, many apologies for my laziness. Aw.
Speaking of Mondays, went to English Lit and we got our second essays back (also known as My Weekend In Hell) and, even though I only did about half a draft (consisting mainly of bad dot points and one good argument, punctuated with italicised "I'm going to die" and "I hate my life") and wrote the essay in less than two days, I got another Distinction. And another 16 1/2. I'm tired of that mark. What is it going to take for me to capture that last half mark and torture the coveted High Distinction out of it?! I swear. Actually, it'll probably take careful planning and proper essay writing, lol, and I have the time, this time around, and a decent topic (Waiting For Godot, anyone?). Woo.
I bought and read He Died With A Felafel In His Hand the other day. It is very highly recommended. And has made me officially terrified of share houses, lol. For those who aren't familiar, it's all true stories from this guy who's pretty much spent his life in share accommodation, and egads, there are a lot of stories. But my favourite is probably where he's living in this house on King Street (where I work, incidentally), and the place is a pigsty - like, two feet of compacted housejunk on the floor. Anyways, they've had this party and someone's laying on the couch, groping around for their half empty beer, and they feel what might be a shoelace. So, they pick it up and realise that it's the better part of an old rat tail. And I don't mean that awful redneck hairstyle, I'm talking about the thing that hangs off the end of a rat. This dead, crispified rat is found in this crunchy cave of crap and has been there for an estimated six months or so. I am so going to live alone.
Damn. I'm going to biff off now and leave you with that pleasant image, because my mother's finally made a decision about what we're having for dinner. Subway! Meatball sub, here I come *drools*.
Ciao, lovelies xox