Setting my little stepping stones.....(CAUTION: Wet Concrete)

So yesterday I was being the usual lousy, lazy, and incredibly loopy little person I am. This is true on any given day off work, regardless of the world's sunshine or rain, Royal weddings or tornados, Cornflakes or Ricekrispies......one abbreviation: idc.

Not trying to be a cool kid using random urbandictionary.com slang or doing one of those wierd shrugs or anything (though I've been told I'm wierd o.O And I spell "wierd" wierd. Please enlighten me.)

Frankly I couldn't care cuz I hadn't a frickin' clue =.=" The first day of May might as well have been a 30th of April. Forget birthdays. Screw Easter. Who needs a life and meaningful celebrations when you've got the internet (of funnn, not the useful, knowledgeable stuff that everybody in the universe knows about except me ._. eh) on your desk / upon your lap / in your hands.....

Or paws (tick as applicable). Depending on what kind of species you are categorised under. And who am I to say that you, m'dear, are not a one year old English golden labrador retriever ?

YouTube: WordPress Blogging Labrador


Never underguesstimate the powerful intelligence of animals.....
Do remember to Precept after them ugh Dx

Speaking of Precept, I think I'm starting to feel the effects of my eh, nursing student-hood taking wee jabs into my sad little life. Maybe I'm spending a bit too much time on this kinda jazz, however half-heartedly I've put half my heart into the required work. I've definitely been having wild vivid nightmares about the worst things that could ever possibly happen during my darkest times, resulting in even darker circles around my eyes the morning after. Then again I thought, duude, I'm the kind of nerdy girl who has Blockbuster MOVIES for dreams. I'd have sleepless nights over seeing a cat having a seizure. I'd get nightmares from losing my beloved unbrella pocket on a breezy day and what in the name of rhinoceros toenails was I thinking using an umbrella on a breeezy day and nuuuuuuu my beloved umbrella pocket flew away T^T those things are a rare find these days. Give me a minute to contain myself k. *snifffles*

My point is.......this isn't anything different, right ?

However, when I found myself today mentally suctioning our flem-congested neighbour who obviously needed a good ole dose of cough syrup, I knew my nursiness has reached another level. And I'm probably the most un-nursey kinda person you'll ever have the misfortune to meet. Scary, huh ?

Deep down, I love you. So let me jab you in the butt and I can go home pleasekthanks ">.>...

In fairness, to minimise my guilt for committing the deadly sin of sloth, I finally finished my documentation for the final interview. All I have to do now is learn the prep (?any) for the "interview", look up stuff for my caseload management, construct a draft, work on the draft to write it up, do the caseload on Tuesday, submit it on Thursday, do the interview with whoever ASAP and submit it by next week, get crackin' on my flipping research that I have yet to hover my hand over it, let alone touch, whilst realising to my utter dismay and extreme angst that I actually do not have that much time left, get back to the hospital for orientation week, and go on Annual Leave for 2 weeks which will more than likely be spent on pretending to study, lonely home stays, cracking the ice in the house and, well, pretty much what I'm doing now....And there you fly, the month of May. Piece of cookie. Cuz cookies > cakes. ftw.

Getting back to the beginning, I was YouTubing all sorts of videos; pen tapping, dancing, singing, animations, horrors, funnies, interactives, makeup etc etc when I came across this video:

YouTube: VODA Walkthrough of my Studio! Q&A With Jimmy Wong

Please allow me to gush like a looney toon fountain. This video is super simple and almost effortless but I absolutely love it. People around me are like whoa girl, this is only a random video; you can't buy socks or teddies or candyfloss with it, you can't marry it or sell it for a fluffy white rabbits or horses or rollerblades, and you most DEFINITELY cannot eat it. Well, unless you're one of those uber desperate people who noms at their computer screen every now and again out of sheer boredom ^ɯ^.....which brings us back to the closing similarities between us and our canine friends (see above) but thats a topic for another day eh ._.

So.
I lubbers the dude's music. 

I lubbers the smooth flow.
I lubbers the messy room and thereby feel goood about mine :')
I lubbers the props.
I lubbers the attempted trumpet playing and wild guesstimation about abbreviation.
J'adore the drumkit ♥
I lubbers his words of wisdom.

And I was inspired by them to start blogging again.

I'm planning to keep a blog going....everyday, if possible, some will not be big long monologues like this ginormagnificamonstrous one here, you may be glad to hear, some will definitely be oneliners, especially after a nightshift or two in future. But I'm determined to keep 'em going to mark my little stepping stones.

Meh. Something to do and read back on rainy days.

I love how nobody cares <(._."<)
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*godspeed*
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moqi

ɯod!