holy mummy. hung to the over.
set my alarm for 9am so i could pick up my parcels from the office (top and skirt from asos). forced open my eyes, trumbled through my floorrobe to find my slippers and out the door i went looking like a an actual tramp who looks like they were high as a kite, as i walked from one side of the path to the other and into the wall. fml. got to the office to where a bunch of adults sat suited and booted in the common room and theres me whos half asleep dressed in god knows what. oh the looks. shameful i can tell you. i signed for them grabbed my parcels and ran back to bed. slept till 10.45.
i had to pick up my work before 11am at uni. takes 15 minute to walk down. fucking hell indeed. jumped outta bed, threw my red hi tops on, put a red hair bow tie in my hair (so it kinda looked like i made an effort) but obviously i hadnt as i didnt put on my bra. grabbed my keys and phone and outta the door i went.
planning my route of action in my head as i walked down. locker- to get my bags, studio- to pick my work, stuff it all in the bags and leave, then sleeeppp. half way down i realised i forgot my locker key. fwhuifhwibgwhbvwjq. decided id go to the office to get the master key. had no idea what my locker number was, took a guess anyway ,114? maybe. lady- theres no such thing. me- oh, erm try 108. lady- theres no 100s. me- oh shit. lady- ok whats your name?
10minutes later she gave me another key. ran over to my locker avoiding the gaze of others as i didnt want anyone seeing me in the state i was in. and hello fitty guy whos standing on the corner of my lockers, ffs. anyway it turns out my locker is 518…who woulda guessed that?! grabbed my bags, stuffed my yarns back in my locker and went across to the other building to hopefully where the studio’s door is wide open with my work still on the table waiting for me to pick up.
first thing thats going right for me this morning, the door was open,fuckity yeah. stuffed it all in 3 bags, and oh shit its heavier than i remembered. no money on me for a taxi, so i manned up and carried it all the way home. (i made that sound like it was a total breeze carrying it back, it really wasnt, coulda cried. so frekin heavy, my arms were going to drop if. stopped at least 32 times changing the position of how i was carrying each bag, the number of combinations i tried, bah, the weather was not on my side- fucking against the wind the whole way fml) finaaaaallly got home after what seemed a year of carrying my work back. back to bed :) ? er no, STUPID FUCKING BUILDING WANKERS OUTSIDE MAKING SO MUCH NOISE.
kill me now, just kill me now.
