a.k.a time to get my tarts popped, a.k.a. DESTRESS.

No time. No time to breathe. Just realised I have yet another presentation in 2 weeks, so I’m not gonna be done with all the shite next week. I still don’t understand why my correcting-grammar-and-spelling role has shifted over into projects that are under the English Language course - you’d think people furthering studies in fucking linguistics would know very basic things like,

The subjects uses…

ARE INCORRECT. Hello? Subjects? Plural? Plural agreement would mean the verb is without the -s suffix? No, apparently stuff like this isn’t second nature anymore.

Kill me now.

Finally handed the damn thing up, I’m so glad that’s over. Meeting later got cancelled and I’m dreading the rest of the things I need to do for the next week or so. Hist Var presentation and report, Mkt presentation and report, SMP nonsense, Child Lang massive project, MDS project, fighting with everyone possible (I’m sorry - I know being stressed is no excuse but I really didn’t mean to chew any of your heads off), and I don’t know what else.

Then when all that is done and I come up for air, I’m just going to get dragged back under by the realisation that my exams are startlingly near.

Oh lordy.

I have so many projects (one finally completed, only 21398592q1875 to go) so I don’t have time for my readings.

*Said projects are taking so much more time than they really should thanks to problematic group mates.

I haven’t done my readings so I don’t know how to do my tutorials.

I haven’t done my tutorials so I don’t know what to study.

I haven’t started studying so I’m going to fail my exams.

Ergo, projects = bad.

I hate NUS. Stop trying to adopt this damn project based learning nonsense if you’re not fucking willing to let go of the damn exams. It does not work that way, idiots. IT DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY.

I’m going to eat you alive, you miserable excuse for a worm. I will slowly peel your toenails off, impale you through the eyes with them, and then burn all your hair off before forcing you to swallow the ash. I will scour your skin with a bread knife while inviting all my friends - the little red ants - to feast on you, and laugh out loud in delight while you writhe in pain. And when you beg me to let you die, I will walk away.

Then you will know how angry I am right now.

But, just because I can, I’m gonna be such a sweet little girl tomorrow that she will never be able to conceive how on earth I could be capable of all these FALSE ALLEGATIONS that you have brought against me. You want to piss me off? Be my guest. I will castrate you; I will eat you alive.

dfe here:
Ahoy-hoy.
Sitting with w at Union Bar on Club St for a scrumptious after-work/school beer and post-pahti get-together. OneLittleTwit, Belle, and Wurh to arrive shortly.
Clearly you wish you were here. But its ok friend. I wish you were here too. Arrive now NOW if you can. Offer expires in 3 hours.
- dfe

I just got back from one of the amorphous local (idiotic) banks (that unfortunately has the most attractive interest rates) and I’m befuddled. Befuddled because I couldn’t figure out what on earth the most appropriate response to the world’s most ridiculous question (coming from a bank teller) should be.

Bank Teller: Umm.. May I ask, what is the purpose of opening this savings account?
Me: [stares blankly at her for about 5 seconds] Uh. Put money?

Other possible answers:

“I’m laundering money and this is my secret account.”

“I’m actually a kept woman, this is how my sugar parent pays me for my services.”

“It’s where I receive the payouts for my illegal drug/cigarette/pirated-DVD/whatever-smuggling business.”

IT’S A SAVINGS ACCOUNT, IDIOT. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I’M USING IT FOR?!

Jason Mraz was DA BOMB tonight. And I don’t really make a habit of employing such colloquialisms in everyday speech (nor text) so you can imagine that he was seriously all that. And more. Somehow, he managed to talk to us more than KoC did last night, and on top of that, he and his one-man-accompaniment-system (percussion, amorphous wind instrument, whistle, turntable-plus-scratchy-noises and god knows what else) managed to fit in a bunch of ab-fab covers, OPERA SINGING, British accents, and a whole lotta love.

Anyway, I’ve got my playlist for tomorrow pretty much set up, only it exceeds my time limit (if it’s still applicable) by about… hmm.. 10 min. That’s 66.7% more time than my intended playlist. But I can’t do anything about it! And I don’t want to! So I’m gonna wing it tomorrow, and I hope none of your ears are suffering from the attack of the djdubby!

Belle & Ci’en: Don’t worry, the eternally happy song isn’t on this list. :) But we’re gonna sing the song that I’ve just massacred in the name of the rabbit.

Alriiiiighty people, it’s paaaahhhhti time, and we’re gonna dance like it’s 1999! (says Disco Dom)

I’m so glad this week is (almost) over. Last obstacle for the week: a test that I’ll be taking in about 2 hours. (And a few other parts of projects that are all due soon.)

KoC kicked ass last night, I’m so glad I was there. I think I could listen to/watch Erlend going on and on all night, it’s just too entertaining. And I’ve never seen someone who looks so much like a giraffe. He’s all limbs, more limbs, and a mop of hair. Ci’en’s right - he really looks like a muppet.

I’m semi looking forward to Jason Mraz tonight. It still hasn’t really sunk in that it’s already the 17th, and that I just saw KoC live in concert. The UnXpected Band is opening for him, so that should be pretty cool too. I haven’t Wala-ed in a while. THAT REMINDS ME. What the hell was up with the “opening act” that we “experienced” last night before KoC?! Weirdass.

Anyhoo, I’m going to go wake up slowly so that I’ll be functioning at >85% by the time the test comes around. RAWR.

(I’m really more coherent than this, it’s just too early in the morning.)

Now Playing: I’d Rather Dance With You by Kings of Convenience

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