Greatest compliment I received today: "Jean, you really look like an oompa-loompah."
I don't know what to make head or tail of it, but I returned the compliment by concurring with a friend that the bestower of the flattery looked like a sun bear with spectacles.
The A & W type sunbear.
Well, you can tell I'm going off my rocker but I must tell you this- by the end of this year I promise that I'm going to get pictures of all the bearded old men in the H**se of Lords (The cruelly longwinded) and make it into a dartboard. Come on, the most vaguely entertaining line I've encountered in all the cases i've read is: "Without such limitation one would have the unedifying spectacle that, while bereaved relatives are not allowed to recover as in the Alco*k case, ghoulishly curious spectators, who assisted in some peripheral way in the aftermath of the disaster, might recover." Even then my laughter was merely a snicker.
I can't tell you how glad I am that tomr is a Sunday. Been looking forward to it for the entire week! Know that I have to face my closed memo rewrite/dumbo commitments/readings readings readings/feeling stupid in my dank denseness/ on Monday, but I really don't care! Fleeting as tomr will be, I love SLACKING!
What has school done to me? I'm now this haggard blob who has put on 2 kg (Yes, that's true) with absolutely no concept of free time now that every ounce of my waking hours are put into doing something remotely useful (that I didn't use to do before)
What happened to my dreams of being a singer/writer/artist/designer? I suddenly feel like flunking out to join the army.
Gah-