Picture of lex looking grumpy because School
Hey guys
Today I opened up my Compose New Post page and was all like, yay, personal life update time! and for some reason just started thinking – why the hell would anyone give a shit? I think this revelation of sorts is due to the fact that I’ve been reading a bunch of book blogs lately to source opinions for my papers due this week (hell week/submission week round one over and done, thank God), and it occurred to me that the reason why I kept going back over and over again to these literary blogs despite already finishing my essays is because there’s a running theme of interest consistent in these blogs. For example, I am interested in literature or book commentary as a whole, so I read these book blogs. If I’m interested in food, I’ll go read a food blog. If I want to travel but am broke (which sounds like me, actually), I’ll go read one of those travel blogs and feel sorry for myself.
But why the hell would anyone be interested in reading about my personal life unless they are somehow involved or invested in it? Like, I have one consistent running theme in this blog, and it is my big ass boring life. I know this is pretty ironic given how I was chirping away about being happy with life a couple of posts back, but the two are not mutually exclusive. For example, I can be happy with life but also bored with it. I can like apple juice but also not want to drink it today. Also, I am a woman, so don’t question my train of thought.
I mean, I know what I’m getting out of this. I like to write, so that’s wish-fulfillment right there. But I don’t know what sort of kick you guys are getting- my only conclusion was that most of you must watch the show or something, and came here hoping that I’d be dishing out fashion advice but are rapidly getting disappointed in me because all I do is talk about how much I like salmon sashimi and how much I hate the iPhone (damn you, iOS7!) This is truly a first world problem so I am going to shut up and stop whining about it now. However, for some reason I do feel compelled to try and value-add your blog reading experience so here’s a joke:
A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says: “That’s the ugliest baby that I’ve ever seen. Ugh!” The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: “The driver just insulted me!” The man says: “You go right up there and tell him off – go ahead, I’ll hold your monkey for you.”
It’s funny because I hate kids.
Is this a GIF from The Gladiator? I dunno, i didnt watch it. I am, however, going to watch Gravity this weekend! Yippie.
Okay, so back to updates on life. Recess week is over too fast, as it is prone to being, and I’m back to school and the annual scream of WHY THE HELL DIDN’T I START ON MY ESSAYS EARLIER. I’m telling you, 5am on Sunday just this week was a dark, dark time for me. I was this close to paying someone to write my paper for me. Just kidding though, I’m too much of a control freak to ever let anyone else do my work for me. I can’t even handle project work because I just want to do everything myself. I’ll go to therapy for it in ten years when I refuse to let my then-husband pick the kids from school and he finally gets fed up, or something.
You see, i can’t even keep on one train of thought without getting sidetracked and yakking about my future life with a husband and kids. (For the record, we also live in a nice house in the city and drive a mini SUV)
The good thing about being back in school, though, is that my friends are retarded so I generally have a very good time/ am consistently in a state of being doubled up in laughter.
This is a prime example of Sexual Harassment in the Workplace.
Rejection and dejection over her physical advances being spurned.
Oh, and also getting excited over developments that have happened over the one week we all have been apart from one another, like this rainbow thing going on in Lexy’s hair. I posted a picture of it on instagram and someone asked for a tutorial except none of us actually know how to do this so here’s a step by step on how to achieve this rainbow braided bun look exactly:
1. Go to Krabi
2. Pay someone 200 Baht to do it for you.
I kid you not. It is how she got hers so it must be right.
Generally being very happy about seeing all these people. I’m posting a selfie of myself with my friends here so you don’t think I’m just grabbing random photos of random people and posting them on my blog pretending to have a good time with them. Because I would understand how you might come to the conclusion that I have no life in general, given how I am just bloody always blogging about stupid things as opposed to going out and doing them. So, here’s a picture of me with Candice and Martin. I have friends for real guys. This is happening!
And here’s a picture of the sashimi that Shane bought me to bribe me to come for morning class instead of sleeping in like the sloth I am. Somehow, all my blogposts come back to sashimi before too long. It’s like my life just revolves around raw fish.
I really should have more of a problem with this.
Composing this post I suddenly felt hugely grateful for the existence of compact cameras that are generally handbag-sized because otherwise this blog would be filled with ugly iphone (damn you!) photos which would eventually make me depressed enough to stop blogging because I’m just that superficial. All the photos in this post are taken with the Sony Nex 3N c/o my camera sponsor Sony Singapore, so best of thanks to them. Lol, product placement right there. I didn’t even mean for this to be a product ad post, I swear.
Ok lastly, because this post is getting way too long, Very Exciting Update:
ALL THE TV SHOWS ARE BACK FOR NEW SEASONS
HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER
BIG BANG THEORY
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
AVATAR: KORRA
(I gave up on Pretty little liars because it stopped making sense a long time ago and there is only so long you can watch a show purely because the characters are good looking.)
It also means that I’m losing all my friends cos everyone rather watch TV than hang out with me, but whatevz. TV taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal.
Why do you read this blog again?
x
♥jem