Fizzled...

So my brain stopped fucntioning at 11:23 pm last night because i stood in the bathroom for a good 20 or so minutes trying to remember what i had to do before bed... i mean... your in a bathroom... how hard can it be to realise you need to:

1. brush your teeth
2. floss
3. wash your face
4. wash your feet
5. take a leak

but it seems very hard as when i finally remmebered my washing up routine it took me 2 hours to do...

What has caused such strange behaviour? (i swear i'm not a natural blonde) the whole exams being spaced out over two weeks, people think its good to be able to study in between, but it actually really sucked because you basicalyl are studying for the whole two weeks, and my brain is beginning to fizzle out...

I didnt even finish my war on exams, bless that little blogs heart

P.S. to meet my quota of bitching, I HATE QUEERS

WAR!

So it begins...

On the eve of the 16th of june, the forces of unit 223 otherwise known "the biochemists" launch their first assault on the minds of the valiant troops of camp Wei (k maybe camp is the wrong word...) scrap that, they assaulted the minds of the valiant troops of the impenetrable yet easily distracted fortress of Wei. The the air was thick with queasy anticipation, where would the fight be taken? to the depth of glycolysis? or perhaps the borders of DNA synthesis, it was hard to say... the dark side clouds everything...

june 16th, the unit 223 launches a head on attack but the fortress of Wei is focussed, not even the temptation of Martin sitting two seats to his left can distract him... much... the first sixty waves of multiple choice squadrons attack like girls with ponytails and are easily swept aside. As the battle rages in favour of the forces of Wei, unit 223 launches a surprise attack at Wei's flank, a cunning, desperate move of a dying foe, the essay squadron uses the "what is regulation?" beam to dispose of Wei's primary defense of glycolysis. Wei must make a decision, repel the attack with great loss, or strike at an exposed but relatively unpredicatble path of enzyme function...

Wei strike at enzyme function and defeats the foe, 2 hours and 43 minutes into the battle, unit 223 retreats, beaten like church mice against angry joe to lick their wounds... the battle is won.. but not the war...

Aftermath

So the war is partly won, with the insidious "tree" who shall be named "carl" now disposed off in tiny little pieces ( i do love wood chippers) and with the power line who shall be named "electra" (such an original name) and the water main called "bubbles" now reconnected to my house, all is good however during the aftermath of the "war of the tree kneeling to the might of the wind and rain" the phone line and internet known respectively as "cindy" and "lolnoober" are still MIA.

This does not bode well, as i am currently at uni right now using their super duper internet in a valiant effort to complete a microbiology assingment that was due on tuesday but recieved an extension for until today.

In other news. Examinations begin tomorrow, yes, on a saturday morning, and whats worse, I HAVE TWO SATURDAY EXAMS. THE HORRER (spelt for accentuation of the "ER" in horror)

My apologies for the jerk tense, these are dark trying times as such is the preparation for examinations

~Carpe Mente~

Tree + Rain + Driveway = ?

So like... torrential rain lately and all, and all those reports of trees falling over here and there... it could totally never happen to me right? WELL OMG IT DID.

2:37 am Saturday. Creak. BAM. Spark. Spark. Spark. It seems that the giant gum tree behind my letter box didnt like said letter box too much, nor did it like our power lines, water main, phone line, internet line OR the drivway that lets our cars out. So what does it do? Keep its sorrows inside like a little girl? Hell no... It decides to fucking fall down.

So in one fell swoop, it basically kills 5 birds with one stone, leaving us with no phone, no net, no water, no power and no transport. HOW DID PEOPLE SURVIVE!

Well, the corpse of the tree has been sufficiently chopped up now, power is back, water main fixed but phone and net are dead. Things i also would like mentioned but sentences avoid me:

1. We've used up $100 worth of prepaid credit and gone over my sisters phoneplan
2. Had pizza 2 nights in a row
3. went to friends houses to shower because i like being clean
4. went nuts without the net
5. is sick of this blog

Just like the death spasms before you die

So, end of semester YAY all assignment due CRAP

And just like my well thought out title implies, the end of semester is indeed a spasm of alot of work balanced with this euphoria in knowing that i have the next two months to do absolutely nothing!

My exams are on the 16th 19th 22n and 27th, pretty well spaced out if i dont say so myself, so i'm pretty much set, its 12:04 am on a thursday night, friday morning and its raining, totally loving the rain right now, OH and my dad went to china for a few weeks, and you know what that means, NO LEASH! I swear, my dad is the biggest party pooper ever, thinks i'm going to get robbed if i dont padlock the 2 doors in my own home...

Um... mint slices are nice, and i've almost finished all these chem reports, and just for the sake of dramatism, OH MY GOD, IS THAT A BLACK PEN? YES IT IS! I SHALL WRITE IN BLACK PEN "WITHOUT" A PEN LISCENCE HAR HAR HAR HAR

Fin~

Krispy Kremes N SHIT

So
I'm sure thats how your spell krispy kremes... yes i'm writing about krispy kremes and its not because i have nothing else to write about, because i have a reason! it was bec and eds birthday, boy it was fun, i do love buffets, the whole concept is genius and so absolutely cool that its way too easy to take advantage of.

Right well, boring bits aside (hahahahahahahahaha sorry ed, your birthday wasnt that boring, i prmise) i can only seem to eat one krispy kreme before i feel overcome with sugary goodness that i'm about to either pass out, or make out with the person nearest to me... or throw up.

So other things that i like and can eat massive quantities of includes:

• Mint Slices the arnotts biscuits, (woot i spelt biscuit) HOT DIGGITY, these are awesome... i think i've eaten about... 11 packets in the last week
  
• Jatz, so much better than the copy cat "lets sound similar to steal their customers" Ritz bastards, you can put anything onto these babies
• Fanta, ok, you cant eat fanta, but its still pretty awesome, its like my lifeblood

• Asian peanut biscuit thingy, i dont know the asian name, and i doubt i could spell it but malaysians would know whati'm talkin about, its this crumbly sugary peanuty biscuit that seriously falls apart as you try to eat it but its so worth it if you get it in your mouth... yeah really nice mmm should have an asian themed party

Got something sweet to eat? Please do tell

Gay boys!

So lately right, i've totally realised something

I totally dont have a posse of gay boys! like what the hell man... i suddenly realised that i've surrounded myself with lesbians, hot rockin fun as hell party till you drop lesbians, but still lesbians means women and perhaps that might give off the wrong kinds of signals...

People who read this probably just dont understand what said posse does, a bunch of boys with one crucial thing in common... they have perfect nails. And to keep said perfect nails requires the aid of someone else as everyone knows how much of a bitch it is to get those damn cuticles. And while doing said bitch cuticles, one would find themselves in conversation with said other person. Correct? Of course.

Talking about a) current love interest b) past love interest and stupid they were c) future love interest d) current sex interst (love and sex two very differnt things) e) past sex interest and how blind they were f) future sex interest. Hence many things to speak of and a certain someone just isnt cutting it (although i do love you)

So out to find a posse i go!