alita

gah

i had this conference thing to help out with last week and i'm still really tired because i had a shitty one day weekend and my anzac day was filled with writing a presentation. i hate presenting. i'm pretty sure i have crippling social phobias. go me.

so
i choose to reward myself with mindless window shopping tomorrow afternoon. hopefully my supervisor(s) don't witness me hurtling away from the presentation.

i have nothing interesting to say which would warrant people throwing comments at my page.

oh wait!
my crazy alcoholic aunt is coming over from germany. like most of my father's side of the family, i've never met her. in fact until four years ago i didn't know she existed. she's going to be in melbourne in two weeks. so if by some miracle i can get $ i'm so there. she sounds like me.. drunk, abusing people etc.
i am requiring an actual miracle to get me $, because i keep buying random shit. as soon as i have vague $ i turn into a greedy evil consumer whore. i hate it. but look at my pretty things...

everyone's getting married and/or engaged, it makes me want to vomit.

back to practicing my hideous presentation...

p.s. sylvia plath is the bomb.