Why do bad things always happen in infinities?
Example: Today.
(1) Tuesday. Bad because I have a meeting with my scary project supervisor on Tuesdays.
(2) Prior laziness. Had sex instead of dong my homework (due today for meeting with scary project supervisor). (Sorry Di.)
(3) Sick. I woke up with a terrible, terrible, blurry, snotty, sneezy, phlegmy, headachey, coughy (mmm.... coffee....), sore-throaty, brain-filling-with-cotton-wool cold.
(4) Freezing. I hate Canberra. It's too fucking cold.
(5) Boring lectures. (Although on the upside, I saw a proof of Godel's incompleteness theorem today...)
(6) Ex-boyfriend. Ran into slimebag cuddling up to new girlfriend at uni today. What the fuck is he doing at uni? Trying to pick up someone even younger?! HATEHATEHATE.
(7) Friend's ex-girfriend. Poisonous (hope you're reading this- you know who you are.). Told (my) ex-boyfriend filthy lies about me and infidelity. Poisonous to the extreme.
(8) Ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend. Hate her on principle. Also, she's too nice. Deserves to die. And not nearly ugly enough.
(9) Assignments. I got excited today because I have less than 20 assignments left to do this semester. How pathetic is that.
etc etc.....
Can't wait for holidays. In fact, I was so bored in my last lecture I wrote a poem about just that:
Nearing the End of Semester
The most wonderful day of every year
Is almost here, it's almost here!
A rest is near, a break is close!
The end of term- but only almost.
OK, so I've been depressing so far so happy news:
I'm going to the ballet tonight!!!! Yay!! Fun!! I also get to wear my new dress!! YAY!! (Pause for a moment to revel in the girliness of the last few sentences...)
Also, had my last lecture for semester today. Very satisfying.
Also, my new boy got me roses and liquorice last night- what a sweetie. So much better than slimebag.
And now, I shall leave you once more to your boredom.
Love Toffee