Pffffft!

At the moment I'm on semester break after having finished a week of exams, essay writing and studying. May I never have to go through the horror of remembering the names of five ethical theorists along with the theories that they supposedly authored while trying to apply them in an obscure case study that deals with frozen bull sperm. Heehee, got you there. It was still shit though. Writing my assignment essay was somewhat better; I just had to watch Juno four times in a row to get the narrative structure down. Suck on that, Sarah!

Anyway, this is me when I'm more relaxed. I just finished doing the dishes and cleaning my room, so I now have the luxury of doing whatever I want. I could go out later on into the city, or I could go for a runaround outside because it's not too cold. But right now, I managed to unearth Mary's copy of the first season of Flight of the Conchords. Everyone's been bugging me to watch this, saying that it would be a good introduction to Kiwi humour, so here I am guys. Watching Bret and Jemaine sing about lasagne.

"You can't break my heart, it's liquid. It melted when I met you." ~Jemaine from Flight of the Conchords.

Send me emails people!

~doublesharp