I've had my marks back for this semester - did better than I thought - but my dissertation is the difference between a 2:2 (boo) and 2:1 (yay). We get the marks of those on Monday. I feel sick. This is like actual torture.

Nevereverevereverevereverever make me do something for you in Bodyshop if you're not going to use it. Ever. I swear I will hunt you down and kill you for the time I spent making that damn uniform from the little eeny blurry bits of photos, into a great-looking ensemble.

My best friend since 5th got cursed out by a girl I've LOATHED since 6th grade! Funny part? She asked why I hated her after she complained about how I (and I quote) "Am an attention whore who should go the hell away." THEN, my best friend got called (once again I quote) "A needy fucking bitch who has Danny (a friend) running after her like a lost puppy dog, and who has to get a life."

Isn't she fucking charming?

I'm so ready to start working my night shifts this week and have the days to myself. Nights at home are a living hell lately.

Today is the last day of university with my friends. We're going out tonight to celebrate and then two of them are leaving tomorrow and I'm leaving on Sunday. I really can't believe how quickly it's gone. To think of all those days that I wished away or complained and now I have one day left. I just know I'm going to become one of those people who describes college as "the best years of my life". I look just like I did when I started but I'm a very different person to the one I was then. It just feels surreal.

Headaches need to crawl into a sewer and rot to death.

When people have the attitude that Australians who are not of anglo-saxon decent are not really Australians. GTFO.

I wrote a really nice passage which I thought I'd use in the piece I'm working on, but now it doesn't fit. Unfortunately, I don't have another piece it will go into, and I don't have the heart to cull it, and I've also lost 85% of the direction I had with this piece. falkdj This portfolio is going to be the death of me.

Youtube is fucking with my emails. I have a Yahoo email I registered my Youtube account with, but then it started nagging me to merge my Youtube and Gmail accounts... so I did, because it wouldn't let me log in unless I did. Now it's trying to make me merge my Yahoo and Gmail emails?! The fuck. And I think the Gmail is taking over my Yahoo.

Also, why does every email keep telling me to assign a phone number to it? -_-

Somehow I've managed to injure the bridge of my foot, to the point where a twitch sends stabbing pains down the side.

I've been sitting down.

What's next? Break my wrist while eating?!

Eating is not an option in this heat, yet, I am starving to death.

So I shouldn't have eaten that double-sized pizza today...

That time of the month is due anytime.. therefore I want to eat everything in sight.

I've just come home from an awesomely fun day with my bestie and really good friend, really nice time and yet as soon as i'm on my own again I wanna just be by myself for ages.

Coming back home after having such a good time with other people makes realising that I still can't be with or see my boyfriend so much worse. What's even harder now is that my bestie, Gab, and aforementioned good friend, Michael, are now dating so even though they wern't being all lovely dovey on me today, I still know that they're together and happy about it. This world really isn't fair sometimes. I get to talk to my boyfriend for maybe an hour a night if i'm lucky three nights a week. The other four he's up in Columbus looking after his Mom.

I wish something good would happen, that Derek's Mom's cancer would go away, and then that a job would open up here so I can finally get enough money to go over there and just be with him. Is it so much to ask?

Some people just have the talent to make me upset.

Some people need to learn to read. There is no excuse for mistaking July for June, and you shouldn't be disappointed if something doesn't happen on the day you thought because you were a MONTH off.

Gladiolus thrips need to GTFO.

Yo mom will not let me watch Priest! But I watched it! And Hanna to so haha!

Some days just make me want to crawl into bed, hug my pillow and just curse everything.

It's the middle of June and we're debating turning the furnace on... It seems like it's one extreme or the other here - 90 and humid or 60 and rainy.

Damn detective just rang me. Way to put a damper on my day. I want out of everything.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! Dissertation marks back tomorrow :/ every time I think about it I get palpitations.

EDIT: So it turns out I did pretty well actually. All that fuss for nothing!

No, mom, I DO NOT want to go to the other side of the city to buy you your favourite type of carrots, they taste the same from wherever you buy them. -.-

I had a standing order set up with my bank to pay my rent and last month should have been the last payment. For some reason the standing order paid twice, three days apart, which means I paid two lots of rent instead of one. My housemates and I had a joint account into which we paid our rent money and then one of my housemates would deal with the account and send the whole lot off to the landlord, so I sent her a message asking her to check the joint account to see if there were two payments and if she could transfer the money back to me (seeing as she does internet banking, it's not exactly a hassle for her), but she hasn't replied because she's so disorganized with her emails etc. and she never replies to texts or calls. She would not have been my first choice to look after things like the rent, but she'd already been living in the house a year when I moved in so she already had the account under her name.

How is it that the kids I used to babysit have Facebooks now? This is absurd; they're only eleven. I feel so old.