rrrrr brains.

[bliumchik]

You know you live in a madhouse when a simple "Actually I think I might wear trousers to the formal, mum" results in your mother trying to euphemistically tell you about the Power of the Great Heterosexual Penis.

You know you belong in one when you find yourself having slashy thoughts about a 1963 Ray Bradbury science fiction novel with an evil carnival in it.

You know you're drunk when you post about these things on livej0urnal, although in my case I'm prettyu sure I'd do this sober.

I wanted to make a drunk voicepost but mel has no miiiicrophoooooone.

Dawn of the Dead. It's um. I really wish that blockbuster had had Shawn of the Dead so we could have had a marathon and not have to go to sleep with the depressing ending in mind.

Why axolotls? I have no idea. But google image search is for the win. Mel is marrying a gherkin...

That is all.

Comments

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

Only the lesson. She didn't say that the assignments were to be switched around.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

It's logical though. People will be at that talk.

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

Not necessarily. You go to class and hand in the crime or BNW/BR essay plan to her. Either way, she collects it and marks it in her own time. Absolutely no reflection on what we'll be studying in class, and I don't see how people going to the talk affect it either.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well. Meh fuck it. I have a drama essay to do.

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

The one that was due in last Friday? Indeed.