ROFL

I’m trying to read my TGs but C keeps linking me to hilarious things he’s finding on this hilarious person’s blog.

This is my favourite :D

Rabbit!

I will pay big big money, money that I don’t have, for this rabbit.

I’m so lethargic

I went with C to UNSW again because I thought I was more productive there than if I stayed home or studied at C’s house, but unfortunately all I did was finish reading and highlighting the Finance chapter of Management without understanding it at all.

I left my highlighters and post-its with C last night since he needed them for his Legal notes and he deliberately neglected to bring them for me today so I’d have to come over after his exam. We pinky-promised on the weekend that if we were going to study at his place we’re going to avoid our chronic habit of daytime sleeping but it was rainy and cold today and it was so comfortable that I wasn’t bothered to set an alarm because I guess a part of me WANTED to spend 3 hours sleeping. And it was sooo good. But I haven’t done any work all evening and I cbf to start now.

Shower time!

New Gossip Girl

Serena: If that’s what she’s feeling then she should tell me. It’s time for her to grow up.
Chuck: This coming from a girl who just pushed her best friend into a cake.

Time Traveler’s Wife

I was watching the trailer again yesterday. You know, Bana has really prominent ears.

C finishes exams on Thursday so we’re watching it then. That’s all :)

How can you not like?

At least he’s weary of reduced QoL associated with diabetes.

Ruler :)

I almost forgot.

Well, now that I remember, I realise it’s probably better if I don’t say.

Earlier tonight C and I did something bad. Not bad like Ursula the sea witch, more bad like Michael Schofield. And by “C and I” I mean just C. I was the lookout. Now you’re either thinking “holy Fillet O’Fish, that sounds exciting” or leave assuming we tipped over a neighbour’s garbage bin. I think said badness lies somewhere in the middle.

It was nothing, actually. But still, I’m weary that the victims might for bizarre reasons frequent my blog, now that I know what trash come here.