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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Friday, December 2, 2011

Skyrim Comic



So it turns out I haven't been reading PVPonline since September. Which is just bad. Oh well, I've got months of goodness to catch up on.
So anyway Skyrim. I've been a-playing. As has every other sane person. I kind of surprised I got into it after hearing my boyfriend moon for months. But then again I'm not surprised at all. He made it sounds amazing. 

And it is.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Catching the Boquet

Some badly drawn sketches from when I was in Raro for my sister's wedding. I caught the bouquet.










Conclusion drawn. Paw paw tastes like butt. How disappointing.



Mother Freekin Eel







Biggest mother freekin' eel I've ever seen
I would have taken a photo for you...but we were underwater 


On the Plane to Rarotonga and the Raro Markets








Saturday, May 14, 2011

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Insomnia




I've had a weird sort of week really.
I'm usually plagued by insomnia. 
I usually spent each night tossing and turning in my sheets until dawn,
but over the last month I've slept well.
My sleeping problems were replaced by an overwhelming
desire to sleep all the time in fact. 
This seemed to include classes and work breaks. 
I got more stressed, there were more tears, until one of my lecturers caught me napping in her class and took me to the receptionist. 

The receptionist took me to the doctor. 

The doctor sent me away to get blood tests, thinking I might have diabetes. 

The blood test people took my blood. 

I waited, and stressed, and waited some more. 

Then I went back to the doctor. 
It seemed I had no iron. 
Not just low iron, I had little to no iron in my body at all. 

The doctor gave me a piece of paper and sent me to the chemist.
The chemist gave me pills. 

And in between all this I had to get all my assignments in.
So now I have to take these little brown pills to get my iron levels up.


You know
I have noticed a difference since I started taking them.
I've stopped sleeping. 


Essay (of doom)





Post modernism; Even we don't know what it means.
Essay = unwritten
Cuddles = non existent 
Becky = very sad...

Sometimes I'm Allowed to Feel Sorry For Myself


The life of the poor uni student continues

How I Wish That Movie Ended







hehehehe
Sadly the script writer was far less witty.
Or was it too soon?
I can't even tell if I'm treading on the toes of P.C. anymore.
Probably.
Do I care?
Hardly.

Tormentor to Tormented

Scenes from 2010