I just handed my last university assignment ever in. I remember the last time I thought that same thing, two years ago. LIES!
But I think this is my last one for real. Unless I do postgrad. But me, enjoying honours or masters? Or mustering up the strength to even force myself to do honours or masters? Can you really see that? Lol. Do I look ambitious to you? Please, my life reaches completion every time I put a cookie in my mouth or a cat meows at me or I spill glitter that I found stashed in that grey cabinet that likes to stand around and perve while we dance during hip hop class naked. Nah, we’re clothed.
Maybe I’ll be a whole different person in a few years. MY DAD REALLY WANTS ME TO DO POSTGRAD. HE WANTS ME TO STUDY FOR AS LONG AS I CAN. HE SAYS IT’S BECAUSE YOU’LL HAVE HIGHER JOB PROSPECTS BUT I ALSO THINK IT’S BECAUSE HE WANTS TO KEEP ME IN HIS HOUSE WHERE HE SAYS HE WILL PROTECT ME AS MUCH AS HE CAN. HE ALSO SAYS THAT IF I EVER LIE TO HIM HE WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME.
My gosh. Where did that come from? Time to workout ;)
Cocooned in bed. Man, I love feather down quilts in Winter. One of the best feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It’s my last dance class ever at University tomorrow. Yet I’m pretty anxious because it’s likely that I’ll hurt my healing ankle. I’ll do the beginners and see if my ankle can take intermediate.
The only place I’m okay getting hurt in is the dojo! I need my ankle nice and alive for fight night :). It kills me to have to fight slow and careful. I am not enjoying this step backwards.
YAY SNEAKERS
Adidas Originals Hillsdale Shoeeeeessss~ pretty highlighter land
These shoes were the ones Ricki Lee wore in her ‘Like It Like That’ video clip. I like the chunky tongue.
I love the colour of these sneakers! Kinda pearly. Pearls don’t taste good by the way. Fake pearls that is. The painted ones. Taste horrible. It’s really bad. I’m warning you. Don’t even try it. I used to put fake pearls into my mouth when I was a kid. I also used to lick metal poles. They taste just like blood. Iron, duh. Metal poles are made out of iron, right? I actually don’t know my metals. But judging on taste: Yes, they are. Anyway, these sneakers have a nice pearly colour thing going on. That’s the only important point out of this entire paragraph.
Sexy as Supra Skytops. Sexy as. Almost as sexy as my boyfriend. But not quite.
In conclusion: I am a fan of big tongues and pearly, shimmery, metallic… lots of shiny crap. I basically pass as a crow.
WHY AM I STILL ASLEEP?!
I mean awake.
Sleep needed.
Crap I have 2000 words to type tomorrow. Hence the WHY AM I STILL ASLEEP?!?!?
I mean awake. -.-
Bye.
Argh I’m still here.
There’s cake in the fridge.
No! Sleep is more important. I’ll have some in the morning. CAKE FOR BREAKFAST BWAHAHAHAA—ARGHH MY NECK!
Take Notice
| Brother: | Kay, have you noticed this? *staring at the bubbles on the rice cooker* |
| Me: | Yeah, that's normal. |
| Brother: | *continues to stare*... |
| Me: | Put some pants on, dammit! |
Just came home from an All You Can Eat restaurant. HURRY UP DIGESTION, I WANT TO WORK OUT.
P.S. I am slightly concerned as to how I ate as much as I did without feeling painfully pregnant right now. Blackhole stomach??
Shh! I am eating warm chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream on the new couch. But I’m home alone, no one needs to know. I’ve been secretly eating on the forbidden couch for a few months now and so far we have had no casualties…
When I’m home alone I also like to cook spaghetti. I’ve done this numerous times yet I always come across the same predicament:
You see, I enjoy a little spiciness in my food. I like Tabasco on my pizza, I like me some curry, and I love adding chilli flakes to my pasta. But everybody’s got their own line that separates the ‘Ooh I can just taste the chilli but some more would be nice’ from ‘The only taste I’m getting here is Burning’.
I do not know where that line is. That is right. Place the chilli bottle/pepper grinder/grated cheese bag/whipped cream can in my hand, and I will go trigger happy on you. Once I am done, you will not be able to even recognise that there is food under there.
All in moderation, right? Well, I’m working on it.
Aw I finished my cake. That was quick. Hah. Lately I’ve been making sure to fill my stomach with main meals, water, fruits and yoghurt first before I reach for my desserts and snacks. So I’m not exactly depriving myself of my yummies. I can eat as much as I want. But the operative word being ‘want’. My stomach has not yet mastered being a black hole. Thus, I no longer feel like devouring bags of fat and empty carbs that like to screw with my fitness no matter how many push ups I’ve done or whatnot. So if you’re looking for ways to eat healthier, go for water and healthier foods first to fill your stomach and THEN you can go for the snacks and desserts. You’ll have no trouble willing yourself to stop because there’s no room to eat more. Take note though, I’m looking to eat HEALTHIER, not to lose weight. You’ve got to drop the calories for that and shouldn’t really be stuffing your stomach like a duffel bag the way I have.
Anyway, the reason I want to eat healthier again is because I did keep my promise to work hard and exercise everyday. Yet my diet has been screwing me up with all the junk I’ve been putting in this mouth. What a waste of sweaty effort, right? I don’t want to completely cut out junk because that’s RIDICULOUS YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE EVEN CONSIDERED IT JUNK FOOD IS MY FRIEND— So I’m just looking to moderate it instead.
FYI: I kinda like push ups now. Yes, they are my weakness when compared with sit ups and squats. However, when you make sure to do them everyday with proper form, soon enough it’s not so torturous. Got to make sure I don’t get hulk man arms though..
It’s too quiet.
A bleh day. Hopefully means tonight will be amazingly full of wonderful fantasticalness. (Taken with instagram)
