Birds in the sky
I woke up at 7.35 a.m. today. Why did I wake up at seven thirty frickin’ five in the fucking morning if I don’t have school? OH YES. ASSIGNMENTS. WOW, I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT YOU, MOTHERFUCKING HUGE PILE OF WORK. BECAUSE IGNORING THAT GROWING STACK OF PAPERS ON MY DESK IS REALLY QUITE POSSIBLE.
A mental breakdown is imminent. I’m just waiting for it to happen.
As you can probably tell, school’s been driving me a bit mental. :/ I’m practically churning properly-referenced essays out by the day and my brain is just absolutely exhausted. So you know what I’m gonna do before I have to start to my research ethics paper that’s due tomorrow? Dump a whole bunch of photos in an entry and hope that readers will be able to make sense of them? WHY, YES! How did you guess!
These were taken on the day Darren’s younger brother had just arrived for his week-long holiday. We’d dragged Jeric off to St Kilda for some sun and fresh seafood, and the beach was really beautiful. Just gorgeous. Activities for the day also included a super fucking long walk down the super fucking long pier, retarded photos by the rocks, stealing covert looks at the one-legged photographer by the beach, some window shopping and dangerously sweet treats at a delightful little cake shop stocked with the most drool-worthy pastries EVER. Acland Street has a whole row of these sort of quaint little bakeries, so it’s just such a sight walking past the colourful displays.
Urgh, my stomach’s starting to hurt. Think it’s the idea of having to spend this awesome day in my room, writing a 1,500 word assignment on ethics and social research. What a motherfucking exciting topic, right. Can’t get more dynamite than this.
