It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

MY MOTHER GAVE ME AN HERBAL SUPPLEMENT AND NOW I CANNOT CALM DOWN! EVERYTHING IS !!!!!!!!!!! BUT IN A GOOD WAY!

AND I GOT A SHIRT! HELL YEAH!

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And I can't stop fidgeting. Oh, mercy me.

Be glad this is the internet and you are not here right now ;)

So I've spent all weekend studying and writing and I haven't brushed my hair in two days. Please note it is CLEAN, just wild and untamed, like my SOUL. Booyah. Now it's a bit wet and I'm cold, but my heater is on and I have a hottie and the girlies are watching Mitchell and Webb while I ignore it because I'm not entirely sure I get it... BUT We watched Stephen Fry's last look and QI and I made a sausage bake and tea and then I burned my hand with the water filling UP the water bottle, but it's all good.

It's ALL GOOD.

Because essays have eaten my brain. Eaten. Gone. Yesterday I spent the afternoon reading about social policy and fricking welfare and like...policy of policy makers making policy all for ONE 500 WORD REVIEW which is POINTLESS but it's out of the way so I can focus on how qualitative researchers use observation, focus groups, interviews and existing documentation to complete their research.

Reeeessseeaarrrcchhhhhhhh.

No seriously, brain eaten.

Tomorrow I get to ACTUALLY SEND MAIL because I've been waiting for the US Federal Aid lady to return my form to me before I send stuff to the US and she finally got to it. And then I have class and then more essays. Wheeeeeeee.

PS David Wells is my gay boyfriend. :D

I am back in Australia and once again I cannot breathe. Had an attack LITERALLY the second I stepped off the plane. I didn't have a SINGLE problem in Christchurch if you don't count the attack triggered by the Twigging Smoking Girl and that doesn't count because it could have happened anywhere. SO. Clearly Australia is like "Okay, go away now." :P.

And now I paraphrase rip Circe off directly (Thanks, Cath!) We had Mexican Cafe times, showed her the entirely of The Mighty Boosh, lay in the Gardens and dozed in the sun, shopped for sensible grown up house things, jumped all over beds that didn't belong to us, consumed our weight in popcorn, and failed to find a coffee maker that suited our requirements.

Indeed we did. Indeed we did. I put one of the beds on lay by, which made me feel all grown up GO ME. And that nap in the sun was a delicious three-way snuggle of wonder. Which made tourists gape.

:D

And now I am roasting in the stupid heat and pining for my girlies of LOVE!

"BRANDONNNNN!! WHYYYYYY!?!?!"