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Monday, November 8, 2010 2:15:27 AM
That's right, you read correctly. }8D
EXAMS ARE OVER DUDES! RAWWWWWR!
Just in time too. You know when you have an intense love of burning the candle at seven ends, and then when you know the end is coming, your immune system goes into hibernation. In short, you get every bug that never comes round before you've even finished. Came the end of the last exam, I ran out the door screaming....went to work. And that night, I died. It was truly awesome.}8)
Burning-the-candle-at-seven-ends is truly worth it when it's over. It makes the joy of doing absolutely diddly squat all the sweeter. It gives you the excuse not to get off the couch, not because you're lazy, but because you have a valid reason to be asleep all the time }8D. ALL THE TIME. It's like having a self-awarded doctor's prescription for nonstop droolage...have never slept so much in my life }8D. I think I fell asleep at 8:30 of the clock and was immovable as a tranquilised giant after that. The next day, left work early at 1pm, went home, chucked on Lord Of the Rings (THAT'S RIGHT BE JEALOUS }8D) and halfway through, went nigh-nighs, woke up, and watched the rest of the movie, before going noddy again. I don't think I moved from that huuuuuuge soft, fluffy faux mink rug the whole night. Was only parted from the beloved blankie at 7am the next morning when I left for work. ORRRRRRSUUUUM!
Exams over, means one more thing: NONSTOP SKYPEAGE AND AT CHATROOM STALKING. Yep, so most of Saturday was spent in the sweetest of catchups with the most freaking epic people on the planet. I mean epic in every sense of the word. Sod Chuck Norris, these people make Chucky look like a three-year-old girl's Care Bear. And they're wayyyyyyyy more cuddly }8D I HAVE ONLY ONE THING TO SAY: NINETY-FOUR DAYS DUDES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH *runs flailing around blog in a flurry of squees*...AHEM *plonks down at keyboard and taps away*
Wait, I lie. I have one more thing to say: SANCTUARY. THOU ART AS CAT NIP TO A KITTY, AS HAMBURGERS TO A STENOPELHABILIS, AS NUBBINS TO A PEOPLE, AS POPCORN TO MY DOG...I THINK YOU GET THE POINT. I am addicted...plain and simple. I sit there with every episode, perched dangerously on the edge of the couch, feet tucked up, and basically having a who-can-rip-the-cushion-to-shreds-faster competition with my puppeh. I win every time. He doesn't stand a chance against the epicness of Sanctuary, Season Three! }>8D MORE PLEESHE, MORE PLEESHE!
Sunday morning was...violent xD The project was ripping out the neglected jungle of the yard. As an avid anti-gardener we did pretty darn well, and gratefully deposited a house-sized pile of greenery to the inlaw's bonfire fund. If you know me, I get easily distracted...not by shiny things, but usually by furry things....or peanut butter things. So In the midst of ferociously ripping out tree-weeds, I was equally as ferociously snapping the animals in their jungle habitat. They totally rawked that foliage }8) In fact, as Jack (O'Neill) Barklington is a Siberian Husky, I managed to convince him to do some digging for me, and he even contributed his jaws to the uprooting process. BLOOMING GENIUS }8D
Mouse just went utterly feral. It was delicious. Take a gander for yourself, and watch out for those purty roses
After three and a half hours we were shattered...so it was off to our nephews second 1st birthday party, where there were tonnes of food ( OH SWEET BLESSED THOR }8D), children, dogs, chickens and MAN babies get a lot of stuff o.O
After stuffing our faces, we went home, put in Lord of the Rings (The Two Towers) and spent the night in jaw-dropped awe of the creative brilliance of J.R.R Tolkien, Sir Peter Jackson and Weta Workshop.
AND THEN I WENT ON SKYPE WITH THE MOST AMAZING CREATURE ON EARTH AND GEEKGASMED OVER THE LATEST EPISODE> It scares me somewhat that her parents seem know me, though I've only met them once before. What on Earth do people (by people I mean, of course, nubbins on crack) say when i'm tucked away in dreamworld?!
Which reminds me. Had the most epic dream last night. And it was realistic, it actually made sense. So it was a bit disappointing to wake up and find it was a figment of my over-squeed subconscious. But it also reminded me that in four and a half weeks...FOUR AND A HALF WEEKS...*CHOKE*....*STRANGLES*...*heavy wheezing* }8D.
I miss theatre. Have had an email requesting an audition for a well-known Australian play. Hopefully can do it as we'll be in LONDON BABY..*ahem*..for two weeks during rehearsals *PRAYS TO THOR DEVOUTLY*. If not, planning a project with a friend. OH GAWD I CAN'T WAIT TO GET THE ACTING RAWRS BACK ON...
For now, reviewing it is }8D...and blog-spamming.
SO MUCH FREEDOM..I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MASELF! }8D
EXAMS ARE OVER DUDES! RAWWWWWR!
Just in time too. You know when you have an intense love of burning the candle at seven ends, and then when you know the end is coming, your immune system goes into hibernation. In short, you get every bug that never comes round before you've even finished. Came the end of the last exam, I ran out the door screaming....went to work. And that night, I died. It was truly awesome.}8)
Burning-the-candle-at-seven-ends is truly worth it when it's over. It makes the joy of doing absolutely diddly squat all the sweeter. It gives you the excuse not to get off the couch, not because you're lazy, but because you have a valid reason to be asleep all the time }8D. ALL THE TIME. It's like having a self-awarded doctor's prescription for nonstop droolage...have never slept so much in my life }8D. I think I fell asleep at 8:30 of the clock and was immovable as a tranquilised giant after that. The next day, left work early at 1pm, went home, chucked on Lord Of the Rings (THAT'S RIGHT BE JEALOUS }8D) and halfway through, went nigh-nighs, woke up, and watched the rest of the movie, before going noddy again. I don't think I moved from that huuuuuuge soft, fluffy faux mink rug the whole night. Was only parted from the beloved blankie at 7am the next morning when I left for work. ORRRRRRSUUUUM!
Exams over, means one more thing: NONSTOP SKYPEAGE AND AT CHATROOM STALKING. Yep, so most of Saturday was spent in the sweetest of catchups with the most freaking epic people on the planet. I mean epic in every sense of the word. Sod Chuck Norris, these people make Chucky look like a three-year-old girl's Care Bear. And they're wayyyyyyyy more cuddly }8D I HAVE ONLY ONE THING TO SAY: NINETY-FOUR DAYS DUDES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH *runs flailing around blog in a flurry of squees*...AHEM *plonks down at keyboard and taps away*
Wait, I lie. I have one more thing to say: SANCTUARY. THOU ART AS CAT NIP TO A KITTY, AS HAMBURGERS TO A STENOPELHABILIS, AS NUBBINS TO A PEOPLE, AS POPCORN TO MY DOG...I THINK YOU GET THE POINT. I am addicted...plain and simple. I sit there with every episode, perched dangerously on the edge of the couch, feet tucked up, and basically having a who-can-rip-the-cushion-to-shreds-faster competition with my puppeh. I win every time. He doesn't stand a chance against the epicness of Sanctuary, Season Three! }>8D MORE PLEESHE, MORE PLEESHE!
Sunday morning was...violent xD The project was ripping out the neglected jungle of the yard. As an avid anti-gardener we did pretty darn well, and gratefully deposited a house-sized pile of greenery to the inlaw's bonfire fund. If you know me, I get easily distracted...not by shiny things, but usually by furry things....or peanut butter things. So In the midst of ferociously ripping out tree-weeds, I was equally as ferociously snapping the animals in their jungle habitat. They totally rawked that foliage }8) In fact, as Jack (O'Neill) Barklington is a Siberian Husky, I managed to convince him to do some digging for me, and he even contributed his jaws to the uprooting process. BLOOMING GENIUS }8D
Mouse just went utterly feral. It was delicious. Take a gander for yourself, and watch out for those purty roses
After three and a half hours we were shattered...so it was off to our nephews second 1st birthday party, where there were tonnes of food ( OH SWEET BLESSED THOR }8D), children, dogs, chickens and MAN babies get a lot of stuff o.O
After stuffing our faces, we went home, put in Lord of the Rings (The Two Towers) and spent the night in jaw-dropped awe of the creative brilliance of J.R.R Tolkien, Sir Peter Jackson and Weta Workshop.
AND THEN I WENT ON SKYPE WITH THE MOST AMAZING CREATURE ON EARTH AND GEEKGASMED OVER THE LATEST EPISODE> It scares me somewhat that her parents seem know me, though I've only met them once before. What on Earth do people (by people I mean, of course, nubbins on crack) say when i'm tucked away in dreamworld?!
Which reminds me. Had the most epic dream last night. And it was realistic, it actually made sense. So it was a bit disappointing to wake up and find it was a figment of my over-squeed subconscious. But it also reminded me that in four and a half weeks...FOUR AND A HALF WEEKS...*CHOKE*....*STRANGLES*...*heavy wheezing* }8D.
I miss theatre. Have had an email requesting an audition for a well-known Australian play. Hopefully can do it as we'll be in LONDON BABY..*ahem*..for two weeks during rehearsals *PRAYS TO THOR DEVOUTLY*. If not, planning a project with a friend. OH GAWD I CAN'T WAIT TO GET THE ACTING RAWRS BACK ON...
For now, reviewing it is }8D...and blog-spamming.
SO MUCH FREEDOM..I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MASELF! }8D
