I feel oddly unsafe these days, like anything could come and swallow me up.
Turns out it was false alarm (as always) but even when I finally worked up the courage to investigate there were weird noises coming from the kitchen...metallic and irregular. I enter the kitchen to find...
A SINK FULL OF LIVE CRABS. Far out.
Holy..shit, my dream last night just came back and hit me in the face. If dreams are meant to relate to our subconscious then something is very very messed up.
Or maybe I'm trying to tell myself something.
Just reviving some memories.
The GAT was a snore. I couldn't stop yawning an hour into it. Thankgod this one will be the only one I have done in my life. Afterwards came pizza and listening to a guest speaker talk about interview skills for a very long and unnecessary amount of time.
Apparently we had the exact talk in year 10 by him too, clearly it was so uninteresting I wiped that from my memory.
The GAT was a snore. I couldn't stop yawning an hour into it. Thankgod this one will be the only one I have done in my life. Afterwards came pizza and listening to a guest speaker talk about interview skills for a very long and unnecessary amount of time.
Apparently we had the exact talk in year 10 by him too, clearly it was so uninteresting I wiped that from my memory.
Love Lisa.
Miranda Kerr! :)
I still think Leighton Meester is amazing.
What is this cyclic iron oxygen complex (if that's what you'd call it)?
