she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers

TBOME went exceedingly well the other night. You have to be a pretty avid reader of this thing to know what TBOME actually is. Special Points made of magic to you if you guess right without going to search for it.

I have so much to do. And yet all I can think about are things that inevitably probably aren't as important as passing my exams.

I've officially decided that Taylor Swift is probably some kind of deity. Judge me all you like, but I think she's a little bit incredible. So THERE. I've been watching the "You Belong With Me" video on a loop all day and singing far too over-dramatically at the top of my little awful voice. My excuse is that we've got new neighbours and one of them plays drums REALLY loudly, REALLY badly. I'm just giving him some competition.

Unfortunately the new neighbours also have two REALLY BIG dogs. We also happen to have two QUITE BIG dogs. They also seem to be in competiton with each other. As natural as barking might be to a dog, it's not exactly the most delightful of quartets to hear whilst you're trying to go to sleep/read/do anything that involves any kind of concentration whatsoever.

I need to finish in filling in a job application form for a MAIZE MAZE. The theme is 'witches and wizards' and it involves dressing up. Win. Then I need to sort out student finance which is being a complete and utter bitch. THEN I need to get started on some revision.

If only life could be a little bit more Disney-esque.

she's crazy

My body is showing all the signs of happiness, but everything else about me disagrees.

I keep thinking, "if this happened THEN I'd be happy", "If I looked like THAT then things would be better".

There's this line in the play we're doing and it talks about people walking past a woman "with eyes averted" saying "why can't she be a bit more like us?".

I feel like that sometimes. Feeling simultaneously inferior and superior to a group of people that should in theory make me feel accepted. I should really get over that.

I hate being so selective with what I can or can't tell people. One day I'll just explode and tell everyone everything and people will think I'm made of pure crazy but at least I'll feel a bit better.

In brighter news...
Oh. Right.

This is REET depressing. Soz.