The Calender Hung Itself - Bright Eyes

I've been a tad bit snowed under by work and my own emotions, and probably will be for the rest of the semester. I hope to write some lovely, less aggressive blog entries soon though. I am continuing to coast through life with only a few minor obstacles.

I got to spend my day with the original love of my life:

While alone I've been listening to today's title song on repeat. I think I should ban myself from Bright Eyes because I'm already too intense as it is.

And does he cry through broken sentences like, "I love you far too much"? 

Things about myself that are problematic (aside form my intensity) are as follows:
a) I seem to be addicted to shopping
b) I am emotionally volatile
c) I seem to get too attached to the wrong people
d) I cannot drive to save my life
e) And I say fuck too much

 I am also very mean to myself in my diary, but then who isn't? 

But back to point a), I have once again been shopping, this time searching for capes or ponchos or whatever you want to call them. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure why people are wearing these again, and I seem to feel like I should be against them, and yet I wanted one to the point that it was crippling. I bought two... they were cheap?! When I wear them I like to spread my arms out and loudly proclaim:

"I AM A SUGAR GLIDER!!!" 

(This is probably why I'm so popular.)

I like to pretend that I'm a delicate fairy princess with long golden curls wearing unusual clothing (when really I look like everyone else at UTS), this is because I'm going to be a lawyer in a few years, constantly wearing suits with a straight brown bob. That's life. (And I'm looking forward to it and I don't care what that says about me.)

On Friday there was the muchly dreaded News Day, where we get assigned a story in the morning and have to file it at the end of the day. I was terrified for many reasons. Terrified I'd get sent to somewhere very far away and very confusing, terrified that I'd have to make 60 phone calls in order to find a single person willing to talk to me and mostly terrified I was overdressed.

You see, I decided to dress corporate, because as mentioned above, I like it. I like wearing black and straightening my hair and looking like I belong in an office. I only really have one outfit appropriate for this, and when I get to pull it out I am joyful. I made it as far as the train before I started to worry that perhaps I was going to be sent to a protest or rally or something, and look completely awkward. But nah, I got sent to court. I was blissful.

Fact about Becky: I find case law soothing. When I am upset/stressed/confused/angry I like to read it. Even better if I can listen to it. I like courts. Law nerd alert!

More interestingly (maybe), I pretty much consistently smell like coconuts. Thanks to my conditioner, a lovely body butter I stole from Sophia and the perfume in this ghastly bottle:

Honestly, Gwen Steffani - what. the. hell?!!

I bought the perfume in Lane Cove when I was there with Jess again. Just as a sidenote, I happen to love Jess.

(I also wear this cardigan A LOT.)

Speaking of love, I am now the proud owner of a bag that I think is actually my handbag-soulmate. That's a difficult honour to have bestowed upon you when you're a handbag (I'm fickle) so this bag is pretty amazing. It isn't crazy oversized looking, yet somehow fits my laptop in its crazy padded case. It is also khaki, which is my favourite colour ever, and also essentially the colour of my eyes.

Sorry this has been long and lacking in any sort of coherent flow. It has been sitting in my drafts, occasionally being changed for about two weeks now. At least I've been procrastinating blogging, rather than my uni work.

Hope everyone is feeling amazing. (: