I really don’t want to teach today. I need the day off. Please don’t make me teach.
Somehow I feel a lot worse today. I feel like I’m going to vomit and my cramps are already here.
When is this hangover going to end? Uuuuurghhhh kill me.
the feedback I’ve received so far for my lessons has been overwhelmingly positive.
maybe I should just teach English forever.
it was my Granny’s birthday over the weekend obviously we went out to lunch and my cousins were there.
Jack is quite obviously the favourite imo.
Nothing he does can be wrong. He was talking about staying up unti 1:30 in the morning and I’m thinking: “you’re like, 11 or 12, you should be going to bed at 9:30 at the LATEST”. Am I super old fashioned? My mother’s parenting is showing in me now because I had to go to bed at 8:30 when I was 12 (I didn’t necessarily fall asleep until later, but that’s not the point).
I feel old fashioned.
ok so I got super shitty about my cousin posting anti-ice bucket shit on Facebook and my brother liking said shit so I kinda did a rant.
I am actually so sick of people jumping at a chance to shit on something that’s popular, even when its an awareness campaign.
go fuck yourselves.
say what you want about the ice bucket challenge, you cannot deny the amount of money that has been raised because of it.
so please, shut up.
In the 24 hour post grad study centre at uni because I need to print shit and the library is closed. Its creepy as fuck in here.