oh the screwups

that, is my room as of last night, prior to me starting the clean up.

i know, it’s ghastly different from previously. i mean, i was so caught up with assignments, gaming, work and various other crazy activities (such as being stranded in the middle of some jungle an hour away from home at 2 am in the morning) that i decided to hang on with the cleaning up.

during assignment periods, i really like it when i have everything around me, like, literally around me, in a circle. so the floor, the bed, and everything else around me becomes temporary storage area. this photo though, did wonders for me. i decided i live too much in a pig sty, and proceeded to clean up somewhat.

i started with the laundry, but, i think i am going to die of a heart attack cum asthma attack soon.

my housemates decided that they want a huge pet. but not something that had break our contract. so they got themselves this ghastly lookin fish and chucked it in the laundry room basin.

ok, i love animals. but honestly, at 12 midnight, after a tiring 2 hours worth of handwashing, stomping and wringing of clothes, the last thing i expected from beside the broken washing machine was a fucking big black fish that was glaring hard at me.

hello? basin? soap? broken washing machine? FISH?!!?!?!?!!

i yelped and dropped my tub of clothes, which promptly meant i had to re-wash everything (which by now is a brilliant shade of pink for the entire tub, since i didn’t realise my t-shirt’s pink colour runs that much).

i bet that fish hates me too. ugh.

so while i did do some massive clean up in my room (will take a picture when i get home later), i was too tired and flopped over dead in my nicely double blanketed bed. Canberra, it seems, likes to make my days horrible amidst this drastic transmission between summer and winter.

remember this, ladies and gentleman, there’s NO autumn here. ok, maybe for like 2 weeks, but nothing longer than that. i woke up with goosebumps hard from the cold, shivering in my undies, and not wanting to wake up because i was about to die from the cold. the bad news was, i have a group meeting at 10.30 am, which obviously didn’t help me much.

i layered on like 3 shirts, and my thick winter jacket.

BUT.

(swearing and cussing at the skies is a bad thing to do in public btw… as i just discovered), the fucking weather decided it had be funny. so i was all bundled up right, nice and warm, and smirking to myself how i have nicely bundled myself up as compared to when i got to bed. then the sun rose high, the clouds dispersed, and now the weather is fucking too hot for a winter jacket.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and the best part was, only 3 of my SEVEN people group was there at all. a 4th one turned up half an hour late, her beloved homie didn’t bother to even sms me to say she’s not coming. slovvy is dead to the world, and the “i-am-always-sick” guy is still sick.

blah blah blah.

we went to the group rooms, because one of them at least was supposed to be available, according to librarian. dickhead in the room didn’t want to budge. i asked if it’s all right if we borrow the room, since he didn’t book it anyways. “no you can not.”

“would you mind if we share and make a lot of noise?”

“yes i do mind.”

erm, 1 person, 1 headset, ONE HOMEWORK. WTF ARE YOU SO SPECIAL TO BE USING A WHOLE GROUP’S ROOM ANYWAYS?!?! DICKHEAD.

!@@!@!#@!#$#@$$@%#$!@

anyways!

we settled what we needed to do (which was hard without the newcomers in the group around at all) and went our seperate ways.

i want to throw rocks at that fucking dickhead. i think he studies architecture or something stupid like that. he was drawing a huge arse sticks model of some building.

hope those sticks fall on him.

du lan.

of course, after hitting the refectory, i realised i could have got them to go there and discuss anyways.

but so could dickhead. but he’s special you know, need a quiet group room all to his fat arse. fucker.

everyone in the refectory was either studying or chattering about studies related shit. oh man, i suddenly feel so stressed. i should throw more things around in my room.

like that scary fish.