What is wrong with the freaking world?

LOOK AT ME! I'M WRITING!

I'm back on my fags. As in cigs. I stopped for a while cos I wanted to. Or mainly cos I couldnt breathe! But I'm back now cos I am already stressed out about the new semester.

Joy. Assignments to write, people to invite, organizations to probe and question about their funding, videos to record of Fern attempting to counsel other people, posters to do, PRESENTATIONS, journals to keep... My life looks fun already.

Plus, today, on the way to class. I almost got knocked down by a bus. Yes, the stooooopid loop mini-bus that mindlessly travels around my university. Go Flinders University! GO F.U.!

I was crossing the street, (fine, jay walking. Why is it called jay walking anyway? Cos of all the birds that do it?) and I chewing on my raisin bread and brie. But, the bus turned, cars honked and Fern got bumped into. He slowed down, but still managed to hit me. I wasn't hurt, more freaked out than anything else. More brushed against, but still. I actually took the time to draw a map.


So, I was once again. Able to procastinate.