has had enough with her flat

who the fuck, may i ask, WHO THE FUCK leaves a puddle of oil sitting on the kitchen floor and not clean it up?

honestly, WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?!

i JUST cleaned out the entire downstairs, swept vacuumed, mopped and tidied and already there are cable strewn around, beer bottle labels on the floor, ants all over the rubbish in the kitchen, brocolli crumbs on the counter top AND A FUCKING PUDDLE OF OIL ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR.

i give up. i have had enough. i would kill for my own place right about now. at least then i dnt walk downstairs to people who has been invited to the flat by people who don't actually LIVE or PAY FUCKING RENT+EXPENSES in the flat.

law lecturers

the law lecturers in my uni are all closet evils! honestly

my crimes lecturer dissects, slaughters and butchers the answers for our test papers without actually returning the test papers.. leaving us wondering if we actually DID write that as our answers, or that maybe it was only our wishful thinking.

my equity lecturer tells us she is going to return our test scripts, THEN tell us that we have to wait till friday.

but this one.. THIS ONE.. is the most evil of them all. she seems like a nice little old lady.. but hey.. she gave us our assignment which was a problem question, and she doesn't even give us a starting point.. nada zilch. assignment question in your face with no starting point.


closet evils, i tell you!

long socks

it is almost astounding how many holes i have in my socks, and how many runs i have in my tights.
what the hell?
both pairs of my black socks have been relegated to the rubbish bin due to the gaping hole at the area around the balls of my feet.
my new pair of sussan tights has a hole in them already, my other nicer looking glassons one managed to acquire a nice long run down the back of it.. or the front.. depending on how i wear it.
and so i am left with my old pair of glassons tights which has little annoying cotton balls on it.

i need new socks and tights.. fast! wearing knee-high boots with ankle socks isn't the most comfortable feeling around.

speaking of boots, i don't know if i should throw away my old pair of boots.. admittedly, it is pretty worn and the inside of the sole is pretty much gone (maybe that's whats causing holes in my socks). but there's sentimental value in it! it lasted me for a good 3 winters. i can't possibly abandon it now :(

and the other day when i was in the mall, i walked past shoe connection and saw another pretty pair of boots. its so evil! i already bought one. i wasn't even going around looking for another pair (which my mum accused me of!). it was just sitting there in the window display, calling out to me. sigh. its got such pretty buttons and buckles on it too! mum told me to just buy it and get over with it and not go looking for another pair (i swear i wasn't!). my brother said that i should buy it on the condition that if my results come back looking less than spectacular, i would have to buy him something. my only hesitation on buying it is because i'm not unsure as to how many more winters i would have in christchurch. im supposed to be graduating next year. but what if after graduation i don't stay on here because i can't find a job? then what?

counting my fuckups one by one.

1) crimes mid-sessional
2) equity mid-sessional
3) intellectual property 25% essay


and the list just keeps going on and on and on.

just give me back my test papers back already damnit!

equity schmequity

wow.. i found my post from last night! silly blogger didn't just delete my post and not save it as a draft after all.. phew..
tried to write up my essay last night.. but all i came up with was "terrorism strikes again" oh yay..

i want my paper back damnit.. my equity lecturer is so evil.
honestly.
she announced in class yesterday that she was going to return our test scripts. BUT we had to wait till friday.
honestly. who does that?! i just want my test script back already.... all this waiting is killing me.. knowing that i didn't do half as well as i probably should have :(

dreading writing my 2nd essay. over it, over it i say! the lecturer gave us a grace period until monday before the secretary got in.. but i really need to get started on my commercial essay as well.. can't wait till all this is over.. then maybe i can finally get some decent baking or cooking done.. chocolate chip cookies? lemon cheesecake? laksa?

All nighter

I can't believe I pulled yet another all nighter.. for yet another essay..
its preposterous!
well theoretically it wasn't really an all nighter cos i did sleep for 2/3 hours.
but still.. i SWORE i wouldn't do an all nighter anymore.. but lo and behold i stayed up yet again.. with josh.. to write up a 3000 intellectual property essay.. i started at around midday and didnt finish till nearly 4 in the morning.. AND i found myself in crimes lecture at 9 in the morning. i can't believe myself.. honestly..
ergh
another 2 essays to go.. i DON'T WANT TO PULL TWO MORE ALL NIGHTERS IN A ROW.. gahhhh


and and andddd.. i saw another pair of boots that i like.. its soooo unfair :(

done with midsessionals

I AM FRIGGIN DONE WITH MIDSESSIONALS.
NO MORE MIDSESSIONALS IN THIS LIFE TIME FOR ME!

for those who don't do uc law school lingo, mid sessionals are the end of first term/start of second term tests for all compulsory level 200 subjects (ie crimes, contract, torts, land and public) and equity. the tests are on the first week back of 2nd term uni, which is very evil as we spend 3 weeks of our easter holidays studying and mugging away, leaving us with no break at all until the middle of the year.
but i am done. D.O.N.E. done. no more midsessionals for me! yush!!! no more evil 25% two hour tests!
now hopefully, i don't fail crimes which has an almost 40% fail rate for midsessionals every year.

25 minutes

Woke up this morning thinking about this song.
Weird. Very weird.


After some time I've finally made up my mind
she is the girl and I really want to make her mine
I'm searching everywhere to find her again
to tell her I love her
and I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done

I find her standing in front of the church
the only place in town where I didn't search
She looks so happy in her weddingdress
but she's crying while she's saying this

Chorus:
Boy I've missed your kisses all the time but this is
twentyfive minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry your are
twentyfive minutes too late

Against the wind I'm going home again
wishing me back to the time when we were more than friends

But still I see her in front of the church
the only place in town where I didn't search
She looked so happy in her weddingdress
but she cryed while she was saying this

Chorus:
Boy I've missed your kisses all the time but this is
twentyfive minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry your are
twentyfive minutes too late

Out in the streets
places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
inside my head
still I can hear the words she said

Chorus:
Boy I've missed your kisses all the time but this is
twentyfive minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry your are
twentyfive minutes too late

I can still hear her say.......