For the love of powerful bass and saving!

Back in the day when woolly tights were "cool"

Fav textbook of all time: Biology in Focus due to colourful pictures and size 14 font...

"Out of the ash I rise with my red hair
and I eat men like air."

                                                 - Sylvia Plath

It's probably the one thing I lack. What am I doing here? What is this little crevice of the internet for? I mean really all I do is post the mundane details of my life, but for what purpose? Oh god I hate that word. Purpose...like you have to be doing something for a reason, every moment of the day.

Maybe I could post pictures of myself wearing trendy outfits for the purpose of being Cool. Sadly, I think my wardrobe is lacking in anything that would be put in the same sentence as trendy. Except for maybe the blouse I stole from my mom which was probably trendy in the 80s. I hear she was a very trendy person.

I don't know, right now I just feel like I'm in an in-between place, like wherever I need to go next is just too far away for me to comprehend and I'm stuck in transit. Not that the journey in-between places is unimportant, the journey is everything- especially for me. But I just wish I had enough of that little something within me, that little voice which tells me, reassures me about where I'm going and how to get there.

Too much thinking. For now I shall rejoice in the 2 hits I got from Bahrain.

1. Went to uni
2. Lost my wallet
3. Did not study on "study date" with R
4. Ate a whole box of Lindt
5. Finally kicked Bab's Ass!

So really it was quite good. I expect this week will be more of the same. Except for the losing wallet part because, you know, you can't really lose a wallet that is non-existent :(

After delaying the assignment for too long, I'm half-heartedly and hurriedly trying to find a journal article to review and the one I found is:

"Identification of altered function alleles that affect Bacillus subtilis PerF metal ion selectivity"

 The article is in gibberish! FML.

"A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic."

Courtesy Google Images

"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating."

                                                         — Sylvia Plath

In such a strange mood right now...

Embarrassing picture taken outside World Square

• Wearing a lab coat for the first time
• Looking spiffy in said lab coat
• Having lunch with different people every day
• Buying half-price Tony Bianco nude platform pumps
• NO uni tomorrow

• Searching for the best lasagna on campus and failing miserably**
• Wearing safety goggles
• Having said safety goggles fog up and severely impair vision and sense of coolness
• Spending too much $$$

Plus I know tomorrow will be a good day, lazing the whole day away, dinner with chums and partying it sideways (hopefully) at the white party and will finally get to see ww's face for the first time since 320 BC.

Buona sera comrades!

(Or comrade depending on how many people actually suffered through this word-heavy post)

Entered around 200 of these so far between R and I...we can dream right?

Slept late. Wake up early. Put on a checked shirt. Younger sister spills cup of water. Yell at her for making her jumper wet. Younger sister whines about jumper. Yell at her. Swear profusely when you can't find the keys. Yell at her again. Younger sister yells back. Yell at her for yelling. Leave the house late.

Arrive to uni early. Buy a mocha. Dump 3 sugars. Chat to a friend, and another. Wait outside the lecture hall. See R. He is also wearing a checked shirt. Cringe a little. Receive monosyllabic texts from a friend. Receive a 500 word text from another. Attend a lecture, rejoice when you don't fall asleep.

Lunch. Eat food, want more. Sit in the sun and think what a lovely day. Wave to a friend, ignore another. Attend another lecture. Act studious.Think about how hungry you are. Idle your way through the newspaper crossword. Think about how hungry you are. Eat. Think about how fantastic this food tastes.  Laugh at a stupid joke on the bus. Make a pact to sleep early. Say bye to R at the station. Go home late.Train delays, even later.

Stare at chemistry notes. Eat jelly. Apologise to sister for being a bitch in the morning. Stare at math notes. Type this post. Think about how tired you are. Realise that hey, this was a pretty damn good day.

"Assumption is the mother of all screw-ups."

I know it was a few days ago but...

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."