I just looked up at my ceiling and Marty is gone!
For those of you who don’t know, Marty was a fly my brother squashed on my ceiling, and I couldn’t reach him to clean him off, so he just stayed there, squished and hovering above my bed.
A friend of mine named him Marty (after Marty McFly) and since then I’ve grown attached to him, BUT HE’S GONE!!!!
So is the massive cobweb in my corner that I was very proud of.
Urgh this is my room, why must people clean it?
Saturday I have to get:
Just bought this for le holiday.
A tad girly but I hope it fits.
I have a history of bad luck when it comes to bikini tops.
So sleepy.
But SO worth it.
More nights like that please.
Though I did forgo my major essay for sex and pasta… Sex and pasta will always win in my books.
I AM GOING TO FAIL EVERYTHING BUT AUSTRALIAN MEDIA THIS SEMESTER.
URGH I AM A RAGING LAZY IDIOT…
To make matters worse I’ve had to ask the dean for permission to do more then 14 credit points of work to make up for it so that I can actually graduate on time.
Urgh, life.
Oh well, worse things could happen I guess.
2:25am
I am laying in bed, listening to Fall Out Boy while being too sexually frustrated to focus on work.
Why must he be so attractive?
Annoying little shit.
Tomorrow I have to write my entire essay on a topic I know nothing about.
What’s worse is the marker is an awful arrogant son of a bitch.
GAH I HATE HIM.
His name’s Joel… what kind of name is that? A stupid one that’s what (sorry if your name is Joel… it’s a lovely name really, I just don’t like this dude)
*sigh*
$20,000 and I’m off to NYC & Toronto.
One day…
4:40am
Just finished watching The Avengers… HOLY SHIT.
Gah so many bromances!
So much wit!
ALL THE EXPLOSIONS.
Gah… can’t even.
Ok I should sleep now… but GAHH!!!!
RDJ GET IN ME!
