'First rule of triage: guys with guns go first...'

It turns out that Two Weeks Notice isn't just a Sandra Bullock movie. Apparently, it's a legal thing whereby you really can't quit your job without it otherwise you forfeit the last two weeks' pay. And sadly, I do not have an attractive male boss to fall madly in love with me. RL sucks! Nope, I just have a crappy newspaper delivery job that is ruining my back and I have to do it for another two weeks, goddamnit.

On the bright side, I'm staying with my grandmother for the next week, which is always a cause for celebration- yay for staying up til 3am watching random crap on Foxtel! NO, I'm not taking advantage of Ma, we do stuff together...like Criminal Minds, Shark and Kyle XY marathons. :D So what if my most meaningful and significant interactions with the few people I love center around watching tv together? No one pays out families that bond over SPORTS, now do they? I will not be ashamed of this. *stamps foot*

The other good thing about not being home for a week is that I can delay telling my parents my exam results when they come out next week. My best case scenario is that I only fail one subject. But judging by the epic proportions of the flock of magpies circling my house, threatening my life with every caw and thump and the malicious pounding of their frenzied wingbeats, I think I'm doomed.

Another meme, because I can. These things are addictive, like a new substitute for life.

Snurched from mcgarrygirl78.

 

( A hundred questions. Because introspection always deserves a great deal of thought. )