#54: Dark Circles Under The Eyes

So I have another toileting issue.

It might sound like I have a weird obsession with this necessary bodily function, however I find myself thinking about this every time I find myself on the loo; the porcelain throne; the toot. Does anyone else (and I'm mainly talking to the girls here) feel embarrassed when you're sitting, minding your own business, with someone else in the cubicle next to you and all you hear is silence? Neither person wants to break this with the sound of fluid excreting from their belows, concluding in continued discomfort for both parties. I even find it harder to start peeing sometimes when I know that someone else is listening.

My issues aside, I'm currently in my room, craving an early night. I know this doesn't sound like the regular desire for a Uni student, especially one that lives right in the thick of it, however after a late night of assignmenting and general staying up (code for being force to watch Lost by bffl Joel) too late has finally caught up to me. However, I did realise that if I dig into my studies, I can write a decent 500 word essay in just under an hour. Minus the research of course. I retain the knowledge that I'm free to stay in Bathurst for two additional days than usual due to my roster not calling for my attendance until Saturday, meaning St Pat's Ball, here I come. Many photos to be taken.

Speaking of work, apparently St Marys' Band Club rates at number 56 on the most violent clubs and pubs list, according to the Herald. But you know, at least it's not in the top 20 like Bloc, Panthers and, the perennial favourite, Embo. Behind the bar isn't violent at all: only prissy, homophobic idiots back here.

I can feel myself merging into the culture.



Lovemeg