I just need to make it clear to myself, through typing that
I like Daisy, not Whiskers.
Sometimes , less often than more,
I think to myself "Is this it?"
Of course it's it.
I forget about these bits of dissatisfaction and continue with life.
What if I'm dysthymic? If I'm not, I at least know I have first year med student syndrome, I'm a smidge of a hypochondriac like that.
Reading my psych textbook makes me want to be a psychoanalyst, mostly b/c it plays up the overgeneralised image of a psychologist, it pays big and I could be doing nothing whilst the person continues to unload themselves on my expensive chaise.
Llama i don't want to go crazy.
Mum: Mm
Edward: G'night Dad
Dad: Night
-Edward walks past Ed's room
-Edwina points to self
Edward: What?
Edwina: What about me?
Edward: What about you what?
Edwina: You didn't wish me good night.
Edward: .. Good night.
Edwina: Whatever -insert awesome smilie-
Hahaha. Well okay, maybe only I found this unbearably hilarious.
I hope it's not too cold llama,
Ciao llama
I'm such a chilled monkey in an upholstered esky when it comes to uni-related work.
Last night I had a dream I created a sex device out of a clothes hanger, it's pretty brilliant yet stupid at the same time ha ha. I love how life ties into my dreams, like Jen's continual assertion that Denny's triangle should be only made out of a metal clothes hanger. I wish I had remembered more of it because it was pretty vivid, but trust me to at least salvage the sex-related part of the dream. Man I could've been super rich.
Anyways I woke up feeling quite atune the 90s song "The Sea" by Morcheeba which has been airing on certain Ten commercials recently, it's v. chillacksing.
My brother came back from a ski trip with these chronic stomach pains. And yeah okay normally we'd all go yeah whatever haha you're constipated, but no one experiences cramps for a fortnight. Do they?
I'm a cynic, so I'm assuming it's something bad, really really bad. And I'm upset I'm so calm about this.
I'm tired and I still have to finish off Kurosawa Ltd's cash flow statement
I'd do your accounts llama,
Ciao llama.
I always do the wrong thing. This blog should be renamed to "Edwina and her growing shortcomings".
I have this sad suspicion that everybody eventually grows tired of me, like I lose that Edwina charm (if any) and people just don't want to deal with it haha.
I really wanted to buy that fighter fish though, you should've let me.
Ciao llama.
- to be completely asexual
[note: as typical of a banana i.e. a white Asian, I've realised that 90 degrees isn't the trough of a sine curve, lolxors)
I'm going to content myself with just looking good, for no one in particular I suppose. Haha not that with this fringe I'll be looking good for a while.
Llama you can nibble my wrist,
- fapping
Bye
I've finally learnt how to steal the uni's intraweb. It's so awesome.
Byeee
ha ha. ha ha ha ha ha. the song is cute to listen to !
desultory
\DES-uhl-tor-ee\ , adjective:Concern.
Oh well.
If I can't act like a fluffy teenager outside this bedroom I'll expel it all here. You can tell how faithful I am to my generation's defining attributes because I can't remember what the spell "Expelliarmus" does. I'm hoping it means it sucks the liquid dry out of someone's body and you're left with this body sac you can slip on when it gets chilly at night . "Oh I'm in the mood for wearing XYZ tonight", given that XYZ is a highly attractive person. If so, win.
I hugged Daisy, I consider this a major triumph. It's triumph by David vs. Goliath proportions, I'm clever because of my sly implicative analogy use. Ha ha airfive, 'cos only an airfive will do when no one else would give you a five.
Haha I feel bad for him, I stood there arms stretched in a very fitting cheerleader kind of pose and he didn't know what to do for a good two seconds . Win. He has a little twitch in his eye, it's very endearing and very hope-procuring because someone else will notice and then tell him he should gtfo of BA. It isn't in a woman's place to say though, unless I take up dotaaaa which I really shouldn't considering this start of semester has been decorated with spectacular fails to dedicate myself to studying.
I'd like to say I'm an awesome blogger but I'm not. I don't blog for the reader, I blog to entertain myself with the idea that I might still be mentally capable of any sort of diminutive task. Which clearly by the lol falling standards of these posts, I'm not.
Llama if I was a little less sane I'd marry you, but I already proposed to a very stupid kitten.
Ciao llama.
In case he's monitoring me now, Rubberduckzilla my loyalty lies entirely with you - water is for dry vaginas !
