Banana Republic.

So here’s dinner.

I don’t know why I decided to play domestic goddess when I should be memorizing scientific facts! It’s crazy but stress has got me thinking about cooking 101 dishes lately, from black pepper beef to lasagne. I swear to God the smell of sauteed garlic can be therapeutic at times. I have been paralyzed by panic and fear all week because let’s see, I have less than 2 days left before I sit for the paper but I have 3/4 more of the notes to go through. At the same time, I cannot fucking remember all the idiot dates and laws that I read for the other 1/4 of the notes! Come on man, who the hell really memorizes dates right down to the day and month? When you do a history paper, chances are you’ll say vague but not necessarily wrong things like “in the middle of the 16th C” or “sometime between August and September”. Or best, I will use the correction tape method whereby I liquid off one part of the date which I am not sure of and pretend that I forgot to write it down. That works like a charm all the time and saved me through my time in jc. But noooo this time around Prof Semi-Mullet wants to know EXACTLY when was the dildo invented. Ok fine, there’s no sexual paraphernalia related question at all but the point is, this history of science module is bloody anal (oops there goes another Freudian slip) about precision.

Sigh.

Also, I nearly got knocked down by this MOTHERFUCKING LORRY just now. The traffic light was green so it’s MY FUCKING TURN TO WALK but I only took 2 steps before this cunt of an ahpek ACCELERATED when executing a right turn and then he e-braked and stopped like 2 inches away from me, tyres screeching and all. It’s not like he couldn’t see me beforehand because I was at the traffic light first before he came and I didn’t dash across the road or anything! I was so bloody enraged, I waved my middle finger and shouted at the asshole. I was alone and I probably looked deranged but I didn’t care. The fucker didn’t even say anything, no sorry and he just put on a not-guilty-at-all face. Fucking SWINE, BURN IN HELL WITH THE REST OF YOUR KIN IN THAT UGLY YELLOW LORRY OF YOURS.

I am also ashamed to say that I kinda like Miley Gigi Cyrus’ See You Again. What?!? It’s catchy ok? Don’t be judging.