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About: I am a twenty year old female living in Tasmania, Australia. This blog is a personal scrapbook/diary and will thus be a rather haphazard collection of..... things :)

<3 parrots, piano playing, bushwalking, yoga, chopin, yoshi, gaming, the elder scrolls, all the vegan food, animals and adventures in general.

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The Picture of Dorian Gray
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The Boat
by Nam Le
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So…. 85 for my major essay in philosophy of mind.

I have passed this unit already with my internal mark alone.

I have received 7 assignments back of 11 and only one is less than a HD.

My Goal of 4 HD’s is actually within reach. I could actually do this. This is a thing that is happening.

My reward: fruffeh spherical dragon plushie of power and awesome… coming in the mail in a few weeks.

Essay done, just greek to go now. So close to having that feeling of accomplishment. Smash time is here. 




1000 words down our of 2,500 at 5 in the morning and I’m done with this.

Time for 4 hours sleep and then to continue the smash

I know I can make it because now I have all the ideas, I’m just too tired to actually form a coherent sentence anymore. Vaguely scribbled them down so I can jump start this shit tomorrow. I’ll just let Jon explain how I feel in this moment knowing that I am going to have to function tomorrow on very little sleep and then plow through greek after this assignment is handed in even:

So I’m handing in two of my assignments late on monday and tuesday, and just when I’m cool with that fact that yes they will be better for it and it’s worth the extra stress… I realise I’ve forgotten mums birthday. 

Now she’s really upset because of course Andrew forgot too and of course she feels like her kids don’t love her or think about her. I know how much remembering this shit means to her and I still forget. 

I wish I could just remember important things without writing it in diaries and on walls and making alarms for my phone, because inevitably at some point those things fail and I’m incapable of remembering these things without them.

Product recall for one brain: faulty memory 

(Source: miti-miti)

Okay so instead of doing my current essay I decided to break by looking over the comments for that other essay I just got back… now I’m very confused as to why on earth I got a HD for it. The comments are all helpful and spot on but there really is some quite glaring holes in my essay, a couple are just points he’s missed but I can also see how the way I stated my point wasn’t clear. It’s just… it’s not a HD essay. It’s clearly rushed in places and some points need to be expanded upon. 

So, I hereby remark it in my head to be a 72 because really that is about what it is worth.

Can’t essay, too busy dancing.

tootricky:

pet pet pet (⁀ᗢ⁀)

(via ernestandlola)

whatever-peasant:

They put in a lululemon store at the mall

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Relevant to a vice that has yet to take root… and yet there is so much potential for it…

fight-thedeadfear-theliving:

Clayton Cubitt 

fight-thedeadfear-theliving:

Clayton Cubitt 

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