Now I can get back to doing nothing

Well, my reading and writing homework for Japanese is done. So now I can go back to living...no...ENJOYING life again!

 cow of inner worth approves of this.

So yeah, life is all good again. I can get back to writing what I want, doing homework as it suits me best and being stupid with friends.

I've got my friend Kat visiting me soon. This is amazing news. I mean, how can you not be excited about seeing the friend who from the word go joked with you about having sex with kangaroos? 

This is all for you, Kat. <3

The original joke behind the whole kangaroo fucking topic was that there is a law in Australia which states that you may only LEGALLY fuck a kangaroo if you are drunk. I know right? What a handy loophole!

 

Now all my future trips to Australia to visit my family (at some point when I can be bothered that is) will be enhanced by the kangaroo luvin' I can have...LEGALLY!

Do you know what amuses me more though? When you type "sexy kangaroo" into Google images, you see this...

 

Whut the FUCK is that!? She has a whole other LIFE FORM bursting out from her chest!

 

Where have I seen this before...?

 

Close...Close...but not quite what I was thinking of...

 

 

Mmm...phalic.

Much better.

Anyway, the point is, I am free to do my own thing...and kagaroo-pouch mother care shirts are shit scary.

If I ever become a mother, I want to be able to humiliate my child like that. I want to be the sort of mother who kids never want to admit is theirs in public.

Well I'm off to write~ I shall put up the next chapter of Dream walker when I forget to procrastinate...

Bye bye~ xxxx 

 

EXAM FAIL

Why hello there~

So yeah, you're probably wondering why I sound so cheerful when I have a title such as "exam fail"? This is because I just had a nap so I am hyper as usual...I was so gloomy earlier but I put this down to having had no sleep, I was running on coffee and I was awaiting the time in which I could meet my own messy fate. Asking me to think in Japanese at half nine in the morning is not a good way to get my best work out of me I have found. But oh well, the powers that be wanted me to enter Oxford University for the first time half awake, grumpy aswell as scared apparently.

I wish I had stress cake...

But anyway, the exam went as well as could be expected considering the conditions my body was being put under. When we came out a few friends and I went to a coffee shop where I had more caffine with no food, and guess what happened people? I had a panic attack. YAY! Fun times~ I was all tingly, shakey aaand I looked like I was drunk when I walked because I was really dizzy. Heres the maths for you,

No sleep + lots of caffine + lots of stress + 2 hour Japanese exam + no food = panic attack.

GRAH COMPUTER CRASHED. I hate it when it does that while I'm blogging and I have to re-write everything...mehneh.

So yeah - now the only thing stopping me from enjoying the new semester to it's fullest potential is my Japanese reading and writing homework. I am a naughty girl. I have left it really late - it is due tomorow...

Have I ever told you I am scared of caterpillars and sloths?

No?

Why the sudden topic jump, I hear you ask~ No reason really...

I was just thinking how lazy I am...and it made me think of lazy caterpillars and sloths - so I had to supress a shudder. I am freaked out by many things. But these two creatures scare me big time.

...

Okay I was going to put in pictures of sloths and caterpillars because I have a morbid curiosity for things that scare me. The sloths I could just about stomach - the caterpillars made me feel sick and I am sorry but I just couldn't do it...

 

HOW CAN PEOPLE THINK THESE FUCKERS ARE CUTE?!

*ahem* Sorry, went off on one there...

So yeah - I am the queen of procrastination. It's healthy to procrastinate sometimes. But if you do it to the level I procrastinate to - and soon you find yourself living like a hobo and drooling like an idiot as you stare incompetently at your incomplete work...

I'm going to see Russel Howard soooon~ Oh do I love me some Russell! Billy, Lucy, James and I will all be going together to watch him live in London~! Fun, fun fun! He's kind of sexy in a weird...geeky sort of way really. He reminds me a little of my character Jacques (I will put up another chapter of Dream Walker in my next post by the way) except he doesn't have a stupidly sweet tooth, as far as I know. 

I should stop procrastinating...

I should get my work done...

But...But...

Oh FINE! I WILL get it done then! FUCK YOU! That's right - I went there. I feel your dissaproving stare across the realm of teh internets...Iseewhatyoudidthar.

If I come back online to blog again...when you next see me hit me in the face with something heavy. I deserve this.

Ja nee~ xxxx

(Oh and I must apologise to Silje for spelling her name wrong...Norwegian confuses me.)

Strokey Beard Times

Okay so, I get a lot of stick for not blogging often enough for people. I shall take this as a compliment and try my best to post a little more often. It's just I like to think I blog when I have something interesting to say, and not just to spam people with everyday boring things.

I've come to accept that being hyper is just who I am now...I know it bothers some people because it wears them out or they feel like they can't keep up with my train of thought. But you know what? A. I am so much more worn out than you when I get home...at least you get some peace from me where as I end up putting up with me all night. I'm often unable to sleep and having to listen to all my crazy going round and round my head without showing any remorse or consideration for my tired body. B. Don't try to keep up with me, there is no real sense to what I say or do...I just say and do. Go with the flow...

Anyway, yesterday I started my lessons again at Uni properly, I had had no sleep the night before and was running on coffee and a flapjack when I went in for my 9'oclock lecture. I was much more hyper than usual. 

First it was Japanese Culture, three hours of it in the main lecture theatre. It was fun. Amazing. Superb. I have never been in a lecture and dreamt of all the things to come in future lectures. It's so exciting I can't wait to learn more.

I drew a unicorn fighting a bear with rainbows...and then the rainbow unicorn turned on a bunny and used it's multi-coloured fart attack. It was a thing of beauty. I would show you, but scanning requires effort so I can't be bothered. I'm sure you can imagine this anyway.

Halfway through, when we were taking a break, I was chatting to Cilje and Martina, this is what happens when you put me and Cilje in the same room.

Me: *stroking her hair after having her fingers bitten by Cilje - because really she is a little Norwegian vampire* your hair is so silky and pretty...your not allowed to have hair like this.

Martina: *laughs* stroking my hair is like stroking a mans beard. *she has amazing dreadlocks of amazing-ness by the way*

Me: *strokes martina's hair* ...hmm...I've not stroked many mens beards before...I don't really have anything to compare this too...

Cilje: *calls out to a stranger behind us* Hey you! Let Vici stroke your beard, she hasn't stroked many before.

Man:...*strokes his scruff of facial hair* Mines not really a beard worth stroking, why don't you stroke his beard? *indicates to man next to him*

Cilje: Can Vici stroke your beard?

Man 2: *looks thoughtful - with his beard of beard-ness he could have pulled off the strokey beared times while looking awsomefull - I was jealous - being a girl of no facial hair and therefore inferior* Why not? Stroke my beard.

Me: *strokes his beard gently*...ooooh....so...so beautiful...

It was beautiful. I am not joking. It was mighty sensual. Rough to the touch and warm. I think I came, right there in my lecture seat.

I thanked him for letting me stroke his beard.

Lucy: *comes back and sits down next to me - getting ready for the lecture to start up again* Maidou~

Me: Lucy, Lucy! I stroked that guys beard! *Points to him, and he smiles down upon us like a black bearded angel from above...*

Lucy: *gives me a look of "oh I'm too old for this..."* I hope you said thank you for letting you stroke his beard...

Me: *pouts* Of course! I said thank you didn't I? *I always remember my manners when stroking the beards of random men*

Man 2: Indeed she did, she was most polite.

Lucy: *Content.*

Later, I found out this guys name wa Adrian, because I couldn't - as I explained to him - just know him as "Beard Provider Man". I told him he had to sit in that exact seat so I may stroke his beard for the next 12 weeks, with no excuses allowed.

I drew more pictures...I left the lecture and then went to two hours of Japanese Reading and Writing. The old group was still altogether from last semester so I was happy. I got to draw a year of the hare new years card in japanese. Yay for bunnys! Lucy freaked out because she thinks she can't draw. It's back to normal here at Oxford Brookes Uni - and I'm loving it.

Except...I have an EXAM at 9:30 tomorow morning...and I am not looking forward to this. I'm not sure I even have to Japanese Te form down...*sigh* Oh well.

Now I shall leave you with photos of beautiful beards... no need to thank me or anything. I do this out of love and I expect nothing in return. However if you would like to thank me, you can return this generosity by letting me touch YOUR beard. Or if, like me, you lack facial hair, then please...put up your own beard themed post too. Leave a comment on my blog letting me know I have inspired you and let me read yours.

Oyasumi na sai! xxxx

(This last picture is all I want in life. Either her sweet - hairy face...or for mine to follow in it's follicle footsteps...)

BACK IN OXFORD!

YAAAY! I'm hoooome! <3 

It took me A LOT longer than planned to get back though...after I made the initial cockup of missing my first train to Leicester I had to add another hour onto my arrival time. I chatted to a guy who worked on the platform, and caught the next train with no problems. Then I managed to get the next train to Birmingham New St on time aswell...(to all those people who know me well enough - I know it is hard to think of me doing anything correctly and on time...but please bear with me) I then got talking to a few more people on the train - got to hold a very adorable baby because I just couldn't watch someone struggling with all their luggage and a child. I was quite enjoying myself at this point - I was excited about coming home - so the fact that I had to carry super heavy luggage which kept trying to pull me down stairs with it didn't matter much.

Then I got into Birmingham - and I thought I was lucky to be able to catch the next train almost without any waiting around. But then the train was delayed...and delayed...and delayed... I could tell I wasn't the only annoyed customer on the platform, soon the traditional English tutting and heavy sighing began in earnest. Nobody voiced their opinions, nobody needed to, we all knew we were thinking the same things.

About three quarters of an hour later the train DID finally arrive, however it was further delayed along the journey - which wasn't too bad, there was a great view out of my window of the city. However this meant that my arrival time was easily two and a half hours later than planned. But oh well, I got the chance to talk to a lovely elderly lady on that train, helping her back to her seat because the train shook too much for her to walk about safely. 

But oh well...I made it home evetually - and that's all that counts ~

Byee

SORRYYYY I have been lazies : (

Well, a lot has happened. We have had Christmas and New year go by and until now I have not really been able to find the motivation to blog. BAD VICI! I shall punish myself by forcing pictures of Nick Griffin on myself...

 AHHHHHHHHHH! HOLY CRAP! IT BUUUUUUURNS! 

. . .phew okay. . .I think it's over now - my eyes didn't pop under the strain of -

AHHHHHHH OH MY DEAR LORD! IT'S COMING FOR ME!

 Derp.

AAAAnyway - punishment over. I will now mention that I really enjoyed Christmas and New year was just...wow. I have not been that drunk in a loooong time. Mainly because I suffer badly for it the next day. It was so worth it though.

I won't go into details about what I did on New Years...lets just say that drunken truth or dare is the best game ever. I will also take this opportunity to apologise to all the people I phoned drunk that night...I seem to have a bad habit of calling people while intoxicated.

Christmas was nice and quiet. Emily cooked a really lovely meal - even if she did salt the roast vegetables until only she could eat them. I joked and said she's over salted the veg before - so she told me she would be more careful this time. She burst out laughing when the dinner was cooked - and told me that somehow she had managed to make them saltier than the last time she cooked me dinner. Go figure - Emily is always heavy handed with the spices bless her sweet heart. I took one bite of the vegetables and thought my heart stopped beating for a little while...

It was easily the best Christmas I ever had though - being with Dan, Emily and Vanessa on such a special day was lovely~

I am missing my friends from Uni sooooo much though! It's only been a few weeks but I am missing them much more than I thought I would - considering the short time space apart.

Without really realising it until recently, Oxford has become my home, and I'm pining after it now that  I'm not there. It sounds sad when I say it like that, but it's true. It's nice though, feeling like I know where I should be. 

Winter homework for Japanese reading and writing is happening very slowly for me...it will be finished but the question is when..? It's silly homework - our teacher is silly...genshi is silly...meh.

Oh yeah, I'm so articulate!

Well it's late my dears - so it's time for bed! This post is for you Silje! Without your msn shouts of "post something NAO!" this wouldn't have been possible. Feel honoured! <3 love yooou~

Night night! x

(Oh by the way - just thought I would add one more thing. New Year's is not New Year's without a BRIGHT RED MANKINI WITH BELLS ON THE BALLS! ... consider youselves educated.)