Whilst You Were In The Bathroom.

Being consistent with handing in assignments a day late seemed like an awesome, plausible idea, but man is it draining. Now I am sick and run down and i didn’t get to go bowling with mum because i’m really reeeeaally unorganised. Luckily, I haven’t got anything to watch, and the internet is getting super boring, especially when I check brown cardigan every five minutes and that photo of Mark Zuckerberg is there with his wife. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. And this essay is such bullshit and it’s making me hate Dexter, but worst of all it’s all planned out right in front of me, and i still can’t write it. And i’m venting on tumblr. Geez Louise. 

I’ve decided I will probably die from stress and fucking shit up. My mum says i have a reseeding hairline, which i never had before so i think my hairs falling out. You’re right and I’m sorry about the phone call. 

First day of a two week grounding complete and i haven’t even seen my punishing father. Life Lesson: don’t upset your dad a week before he marries a crazy child hating control driven robot woman. Fuck. I miss Melbourne. Although i ruined that too. For the first time in ages i feel like i can’t eat anything in my pantry or fridge again. Gay. This is a hell Alex Mummery post, but i can now relate to feeding frustration in to tumblr and feeling strangely relieved. I hope he and his girlfriend are good. He’s good. And we discovered he looks like POBPAH lead singer. Hell good. Work Geade. I miss Milo party bed times. I miss Joy Division. Ian Curtis. shit.