I feel as though I should write another fact.
It was supposed to be a daily thing but I’m just soooo laazzzzyyy. Argh.
028. I just got my wisdom teeth out.
And my mouth and jaw hurt so effing bad now. I’m hyped up on painkillers, but they seem to have no effect. And my mouth is still numb in parts. I’ve been at work these last few hours. I mean seriously, who works straight after they get their wisdoms out? I didn’t do much though so I guess it’s all good. And I haven’t eaten all day and now all I can eat is rice porridge. Which I hate. Oh, by the way I kept my teeth. ‘Cos I’m cool like that. But one of them broke when the dentist pulled it out so I only got three. At least my mouth isn’t bleeding anymore. It was gross. You should’ve seen it. I might upload a picture later. Yes, I took a photo of my bleeding mouth. I don’t know why I’m talking like this. So many full-stops and short sentences. Whatever, I don’t really care anymore. I’m so drowsy. It’s power nap time!
027. I got my licence yesterday!
Which is funny ‘cos I had my first car accident today. Well, all I did was scrape my car against my broski’s car but still, it was pretty bad. Only me and my two cousins know so shhh.. I ‘m such a terrible driver.
026. Every night a play a seemingly impossible, hopelessly romantic scenario in my head.
Like some guy’s just gonna come along and sweep me off my feet, you know, not literally, ‘cos that’d be pretttty weird. Where did they saying originate from anyway? It’s ridiculous. Anyway, so yeah, like I’ll meet some ruggedly handsome stranger, he doesn’t even need to be handsome, so long as he’s sweet and nice and funny. God, now I’m sounding like a love obsessed teen. And it really worries me, ‘cos now I’m pretty sure I have this over-expectation on love and I just know I’m gonna be severely dissapointed. Gahhhh, you know, unless there really is that special someone out there who’s willing to put up with the oddness and epicness that is me.
025. Today marks the 18th anniversary of my expulsion from my mother’s vagina.
I worked from 8am-9pm, and I got a pack of hair lackeys as my only present. It’s prrobably my worst birthday yet and I’d be upset if I actually cared about my birthday but I’ve learnt to be grateful with what I have so yeah, I ain’t even mad. Hopefully this means next year will be awesome?
023. I’m used to working 50hrs+ a week.
See, we have three family businesses and so I’ve basically been working since I was 12. I mean, just the other week I worked 86 hours! That’s my record, pretty proud of it.
I’m pretty sure work has been a major contributor in my hatred for people. Serving 100+ people a day since you were 12, really gets to you. Argh, don’t even get me started on customers. They’re the worst kind of people.
So when people complain to me about working too much or how they have to do an 8hr shift it really shits me. Here I am, with a really sore back and sore feet, chilling after today’s 12hr shift and you’re telling me that you think the measly 4hrs you worked today is bad?! Well suck my non-existent dick you lucky bastard.
022. Next semester I will be having 41-43 hours of uni a week.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!? (By the way, I say 41-43hrs because one of my 2hr tutorials will be fortnightly). Seriously that’s like over 8hrs a day! 29hrs of which are going to be lectures, my arse is gonna be soo sore. But seriously, this is ridonkulous. I know, I know, first world problem right? Here I am, complaining about having too much uni when there a kids all over the world who would kill for an education. Jeez, now I just feel guilty..
021. I hate bad lecturers.
With their shitty lecture slides that make fuck-all sense. I mean seriously, how am I supposed to study for exams when I have nothing to study off! I hate the goddamn kidneys and all the freaking diseases they get. You’d think 119 lecture slides on kidneys would be helpful. NO, NO THEY FUCKING AREN’T. Argh, I’m getting so frustrated and angry. When I don’t get something it makes me procrastinate for hours on end. I actually only need to get 20% in my exam and I’ll pass the unit but I’m just so, I dunno how to explain it but, I always have to try my hardest, I don’t like half-arsing my exams. Aaand now this ‘fact’ has become a rant on exams. Fucking exams. Look what you’re doing to me!
020. I have worn make-up a total of 3 times in my life.
The first time was when I was 6 and I had a dance concert. The second time was when I was 11 and was a flower girl for a wedding. The third time was for my year 12 ball. It’s not like I’m anti-makeup or anything, I don’t go around throwing soap and water at people’s faces, I just don’t wear it personally. I grew up with three older brothers, so I’m not your typical girly-girl. I don’t have freckles, pimples or any other blemishes on my face so I’m perfectly content with not having to cover anything up. But, the main reason I don’t wear it is because I just can’t be bothered. I’d honestly rather sleep in for an extra 10 minutes than wake up just that little bit earlier to apply make-up. Yes, I’m lazy, deal with it :D
019. I have a thing for commas.
No, not a sexual thing. It’s not like I go on to Microsoft Word and hold the comma button and enlarge the size and font so I can print off a page of big commas and get horny off it. Wow, that was slightly detailed.. but entirely not true, let me reassure you that. It’s just, I dunno if you guys have noticed but, if you look at my previous text posts there tends to be a lot of commas. I even chuck ‘em in there when it’s not even grammatically correct. It’s because when I type I tend to chuck commas where I pause my voice. So, it’s like, well, this sentence, it probably took me a while to say/read it, you dig? But I only use bulk commas on personal texts, like on tumblr and text messages.. I’m not stupid enough to write pages of un-grammatically correct sentences in my essays and assignments. That’s just silly.
