Went to bed at 8pm. Woke up at 10:30pm, got back up at 11. Went back to bed at 1am, slept until 7:30am. That’s longer than I’ve slept all week.
Got up feeling really awake, though incredibly sore. It’s not quite 10am and I can’t stop yawning and am so ready to go back to bed…
Only seven more hours of uni, a doctor’s visit and physio treatment to go before I get to go home to study…
This fuckin’ sucks.

You can’t be in that much pain all the time

Just get out of bed, and go for a walk, you’ll feel better

It’s all in your head

You’re so lazy

I would really like to punch the next person who says any of these things to me, but unfortunately I haven’t the energy to get up to go to the bathroom, let alone hurt someone.

As more and more time passes, it becomes more and more obvious that the spoon theory is completely relevant.

And I’m all outta fuckin’ spoons.　

advice for modified people

btweddle:

When someone asks “Why would you do that to yourself?” always say “I did it for Satan”

“They used to call me Anal Girl … I was very neat.”

Reminds me of in year 12, my Ancient History teacher said something about being ‘an anal person’ and my friend Kasja leaned over to me and said ‘And also a bit finicky.’

Pretty sure I nearly ruptured something trying not to laugh so hard　, and she hated Kasja and I even more than she already did.

I’m about to watch (500) Days Of Summer for the first time.

I’ve heard so much about it, I feel like I’ll either adore it (as everyone else seems to), or it’ll make me want to throw my laptop across the room.

I do hope its the former. It’s been a while since I’ve discovered something I adore…

I went to some godawful post-punk gig at a record shop last night.

We ended up standing outside drinking instead.

I got plastered. Fell on my arse, vomited, and yet still got the number of two guys.

They were both planning on coming home with me actually. It was awkward.

Then one of them left to go to another pub, so it was just this one guy and I.

We talked for hours, he slept on the lounge, he woke me up, we continued talking for hours and then went to a vegan cafe for breakfast.

It was so lovely.

We talked about our families and adventures and he told me about his son. But then there were some parts of our conversations that were like: “My last housemates banned masturbating, because I jangle too much” and “I lost a ball off my dick piercing once, and had to fish it out. That was the closest I ever got to fisting.”

Much laughter. Much much laughter.

Oh. And there are photos surfacing like this:

I am one sexy motherfucker.