Spitting is not acceptable: Bus drivers are now equipped with DNA kits

Survived apple vodka, cheap wine, Celine Dion, T's horrendous make up skills and even fell asleep before Amy started snoring! Pleasantly surprised. Sitting at uni, doing everything I shouldn't be and feeling, yep, you guessed it, exhausted. But as is usual with my new little positive self, I'm happy. Last night was a giggle, we did the most lame and classic sleepover things, I honestly felt like I was 12 again. Except when I was 12 I probably wouldn't have been doing shots of apple flavoured smirnoff. None of us got drunk though and instead we kind of all just reveled in our own ridiculous company, complete with outrageous stage makeup (red lips and beauty dots to boot!).
Amy, T and I had to wake up at 5.30 (but we hadn't made it past incoherent mumbling by 5.50) though we were actually ready and rearing to catch our train. Amy and I consumed our UQ sausage rolls with the enthusiasm of people who had fasted for a week, she trotted off to her lecture and now here I am, killing time in the library, listening to wankers on the computer across from me. One guy is obviously and terribly hitting on the girl he's with. It's filling me with a desire to attack the back of his head with a blunt object. His flirtation is actually obnoxious arrogance (yuckkkkkkk) and its annoying everyone around. The girl sitting next to him keeps making exasperated eyes with me. Camaraderie through mutual annoyance!
I should probably do my religion readings now, probably being the watchword. I hope everyone has a good day :)
Love and sunshine,
Little J < hahahaha.
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