Just Another Woo Girl
Just Another Woo Girl
I was just procrastinating and reading through some of my old blog posts from September last year, one specifically entitled, Dermatology win! To be honest, I did win, but I didn’t even do anything about it. My dad gave me a referral letter and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost it. I mean, this was at least six months ago, and I’ve changed my room around, and everything’s different. I really do wonder where I put that letter… I bet I put it in my skinny bookshelf when I got it, like behind some books because I had a habit of slotting all the school, board of studies, and uni letters there. It’s normal, I think, I mean, I don’t even get that many letters so where the hell would I put them? I should probably start researching a way to keep my letters in check, seeing as I’m finally growing up! I don’t know if I’ve let the bloggosphere know, but I applied for my own debit card a few months back. It was pretty invigorating… That’s not the right word, but you get the gist.
Also, blogger, I’ve made other accounts on tumblr and wordpress:
I’m still not sure which out of the three I like best. I love how wordpress has prettier themes, uses categories, and widgets, but then you have to pay for actual customisable themes. And I’m so broke right now, I have no money in my bank. But yay! My old english tutor offered me a job as his assistant, so I’ll see how that goes, I’m excited! I like tumblr because I think it’s more accessible, but then maybe my blog-style isn’t suited to it. I like the themes on tumblr too, they’re alright. Blogger is just ugly, or really boring and generic, also it doesn’t have categories, widgets, it’s probably harder to use, and a con for me is that it’s so simplistic. But I love the stats page, it’s so easy.
Meh. I have a psych essay to write for Wednesday. It was due last Wednesday. Fuck my life. I feel so, meh all the time. I’ll try to source references and articles tonight and read them tomorrow morning. I’ll only have less that 24 hours including procrastination time to finish it. And I absolutely have to finish it, I can’t lose another ten marks on top of my current negative ten. It makes me sad. I feel so stupid saying that, “I’m sad.” Lol. I can’t believe I’ve been “lol-ing” on my blog, I never wanted to. I should probably just stop and try expressing myself better like I used to. I want to say it again.
I’m tired. I read a tumblr post that was like, “sleepy is such a cute word, why don’t we just always say sleepy instead of tired?!” (I thought sleepy was so cute before this post, I’m not hipster). And then someone’s like “I’m fucking sleepy of your shit.” And that was so funny. I laughed so tiredly. The reason we don’t say sleepy instead of tired is because there’s actually a fucking difference. I don’t mean to call the person who posted it a douche bag because sleepy is actually a cute word, but it is no replacement for tired. Sleepy is associated with happiness, like you’re so sleepy from having an amazing but relentless day. Tired is bad, it sucks, I associate it with being in the state I’m in now. Tired from doing shit that wasn’t all that enjoyable, or specifically to my case, tired from doing jack shit. Tired from sitting on the computer half-assedly attempting to do an essay. Tired because I’m to pussy to try and figure out what I’m supposed to do because it’s just too hard. Hard. Hard. Tired…
1:15am. I thought to myself, try and think of it as due tomorrow morning. But then I continued to write this post. So it didn’t work. After this post, I’ll close all these bullshit procrastination windows and try and fucking use PsychINFO. Seriously, the fuck. PsychINFO is so hard to use, if everyone is such a genius why don’t they make it a user-friendly interface, fucking hell. I’m so tired. PsychINFO, fuck you. I love Google Scholar, it was so easy. I took it for granted, fuck you PsychINFO, just, fuck you. Fuck yourself.
Just Another Woo Girl
Sometimes I procrastinate so far as to wonder to myself, why is it that i procrastinate? And then I think, it’s because I’m doing something I’m not all that interested in. But then I think of the times when I’ve procrastinated from things that when given the task, I’d initially thought, that’d be fun and easy! And then I’d procrastinate anyway.
They say live life with no regrets. Well, hindsight, does not let you do that, not at all.
Still on my formal dress woes, I’m imagining what it might’ve been like, if I’d listened to my mum.
She said she’d give me one day to look for a formal dress in store. I thought, that’d be impossible. And if I didn’t find it, I’d have to go again. So I opted for the worse option, to online shop, and get a disgusting dress.
Anyway, it could have panned out like this. Me, my mum, my dad, venture out on the train to the city, and I am doubtful of success on this lonesome day. But in fact, as I look through Princess Polly, I find the lace dress with little sleeves! Pretty! I try it on, nice. But is it formal enough? I’ll have a look around. After a day, I find nothing else that excites me as much as the lace dress. I go back and buy it! Yay! Then I go to Wanted to check out heels, found! The perfect sparkly silver heels with no ankle strap because I am so over my punk Steve Maddens.
Am I over being punk?
Side note, not sure whether to dye my hair back to purple, as it is currently faded into a fluorescent peach colour… Or to go back to previous hair style, ark ash blonde ombre with highlights and lowlights.
Anyway. That’s how things could have been. I could’ve gotten the perfect outfit in minimal costs as well!
Or, I could have not bought these black booties from Wanted in the holidays for the great price of $50, and would now have another $50 to spend and buy both the replacement formal dress AND my American Apparel shorts.
Also, if I hadn’t eaten lunch on Wednesday, and maybe not have bought the black Supre crop and a lacey top for Thailand, I also could’ve gotten new heels for the lace dress. Pretty sparkly silver pumps with no ankle strap.
Oh the shits of hindsight. It makes me miserable. And weighed down like the moon being dragged in by gravity, the inability to move away, trapped, with no escape other than to defy the rules of the universe and blow up the entire place.
Just Another Woo Girl
So I’m going to Thailand next week. Two days after I finish my last exam. So when does that leave me time to prepare? I’m not talking just packing clothes, and toiletries. I mean, money, passports, IDs, credit cards, debit cards… So many things to think about, on top of that, HSC stress!
I’m more stressed about Thailand than the lame HSC. Which, by the way, my parents are completely useless for.
I tell my mum I may need a debit card or something so I don’t carry a whole wad of cash around, which would obviously make me, a target for tourist dog shit scammers. Anyway, she says, okay, I’ll go to the bank today and ask.
She does. She comes back and says, “No, they said it’s pointless and you’d have to pay monthly fees and you need a job.”
WRONG. I just did the fucking research, and all I need is a tax file number and I’m ready to have a FREE debit card account. Well you know what would be helpful right now? Someone to HELP me get a fucking tax file number. Which is the most strenuous process I have ever come across. It says, I have to go through my school as that’s the easiest way… No it isn’t! Not when I’m done forever in a week!
Oh man, I just had a realisation. Even if I apply for a TFN it’s too late because it takes around 10 working days to get back to me… That’s it. Tomorrow I’m applying for a debit card, and I’ll just have to pay the fee. I think it’s like $10 all up or something, or either $4 or $6 a month. Which is a lot seeing as I have no income… I don’t know.
Also, I’m getting an iPhone 5, to replace my old ass nokia, and I want to use it now! And for Thailand or whatnot. And my dad wants to get a tax refund for going overseas, called the TRS. This is because we’re going to America. Anyway, I want to use it in Thailand, and beforehand. So I did my research. And he can get a refund when I go to Thailand, and he’ll send me off the airport anyway! Well he should. But he’s in a crappola mood at me for some reason, probably because I’m not concentrating on the HSC, but fuck that shit. I’m stressed.
Yeah so basically they can do what I want, they just chose not to. And that leaves me to deal with my unbearable problems. My first world problems. Poo.
Just Another Woo Girl