It is I, the artful artist, creative in every way possibly imagined. I am updating you from school. (second computer on the right at the front) The time is 4:27am.
I believe that all my dearest exam faring bloggie friends would like to hear great stories of studying courage. Ones in which I, the main heroin of course, bash through hours of relentless fatigue to complete two weeks worth of preperation in just three teeny days so that i can take a holiday in the study week. [ hobart here i come ] Alas, no progress has been made since i arrived on site at 2:58 am (woken from my sleep, wrenched from my dreams with the sudden urge to study harder, faster, longer.) BECAUSE! and listen to this... all ye fellow studiers and bloggie bloggers. I had come this early in the wee hours of this morning, hoping to get some audio done for my exhibition. HOWEVER! when i arrive I find someone else had the same intentions and is relentlessly hanging around so that I cannot complete my task.
I must ride out the ever increasing waves of fatigue and hunger (hunger probably cause my body is low on glucose to keep it awake) RIDE like a woman walking over hot coals. Sit it out, wait it out. And not blink for too long else i fear the blink will turn into " just resting my eyes"
My mind is a blanket. My head VERY sore.. these late nights cant be good for my skin. If only the thorn in my side would leave and go to bed. please go to bed ugly wasting time person... please??
A very fatigued Jess signing out.
p.s ( The sacrifice is great, but the blessings many... I shall be able to witness Baby Minols blessing. Its completely worth it.)
Perhaps it is the ever increasing numbers of babies coming or babies being born but at this moment in time I am thinking I need to get me one of them blog babies to blog.
I would take photoshop photo's of my not pregnant belly like that pesky rascal Simone. When I had one i would cook for it and have my own cooking segment just like Toni called Flos' Flops. Then! I would tape it walking and talking and blog the videos like Ess and others. I would be so cool!!
You may be thinking " well Flos you don have a baby to blog because you simply don have a baby!" BUT!
I am thinking, in one of those pure evil split second thoughts, I will steal one!
I hear you gasp at such audacious claims.. but, you see my blogging friends, I am a slave for fashion and I feel that there is no other way my baby accessory dream can be achieved.
You see I cannot have a baby.. that would make me fat and get stretch marks and I am pretty sure my future husband (only you know who you are hot stuff) would like a flabby waist line on his brand new wife!
Of course the stolen baby must come with 2 year warranty, instruction manual, off switch and a full refund. But i am sure you were all thinking that would be the case anyway. Because of course all babies come with such things!
Then it must also have a booster button which makes it grow up to a nice non-talking non- crying age.. say 3 and up? ... did i mention that babies and I don't generally get along?
ON second thoughts perhaps I wont steal one. On second thoughts perhaps I will completely be absolutely fine without a spewing, pooing, crying blob.
Yes, I shall revolutionize the blogging world. You guys are all just going to have to give your babies back. Its not cool you see.