Days Like These

Sometimes, I think to myself, "Goddamn gurl, you are so hilarious," and feel bad that no one was there to be able to experience whatever wittism I had just spoken/thought/done.

Sometimes, I listen to some kind of song. Sometimes it's a song with attitude like Rihanna or a really inspirational song like U2 or something very dramatic like Katy Perry and quite suddenly I BECOME that person. Yes, if anyone's read The Metamorphisis by Kafka, it's a lot like that...

And by that, I mean that I adopt the attitude portrayed in the song. I've spoken about the Rihanna thing before. Suddenly, I am so ghetto, I am so 'hood, I am like Jimmy off Degrassi: THE NEXT FUCKING GENERATION (see what I did there?).

But this "metamorphisis" also applies to other songs. If I'm listening to a really sad break-up song, I'll get really emotional and be all, "Oh God. Hold me," and of course, the closeset thing I have gotten to a break-up is reading New Moon.

Similarly, I'll be watching the second last scene of She's The Man in which Amanda Bynes flashes her boobs then wins a soccer game. I'll be flailing my legs as if emulating her swift soccer moves. I'll be thinking to myself, "Fuck Yeah," and shit like that. Except in my head because saying that out loud or writing it on the internet is obviously incredibly embarrassing.

Today is Sarah's (fondly nicknamed Little S in comparison to my Large/Robust/Fat/Big S) 19th birthday. So happy birthday, dear!

Dear Sarah. I didn't really know her well at all until midway through/towards the end of year 11. We probably had mutual friends and maybe some common classes before then but we never really met each other properly. In the space of a short year and a bit, she became one of my most lovely and dearest friends. It's strange to reflect on that because I consider her a close friend now and that's usually a title I give to the cats I've known for years and years, since we were 12 years old.

But I think Sarah has found a way into my cold, calloused heart because she is so generous and sweet, she is bubbly and vivacious, she is smart and funny, and beautiful. She helped me so much in high school with any troubles I was having.

It kind of scares me that we're turning 19 because I desperately wish I was eight again.

Also, for anyone who hasn't seen this:



It's brilliant, right? I was so confused at first and smh and then I realized... it's actually brilliant.

I basically had a two day uni week this week because we had no labs this week. It was brilliant and sad at the same time because I get really bad cabin fever. Like, terrible cabin fever. I get restless and I can't concentrate and I get hilariously bad ennui that I can't shake off. But I still got through a decent amount of work.

Big Michelle occasionally comments that I do too much work. In some ways I agree and some ways I disagree because I think she does as much work as me. She works later into the night. I just like to do it early and get it over with. I feel bad if I'm not working and just sitting around. But at the same time, sometimes my life seems unbalanced.

And finally, I think this is beautiful:



J