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Pyjamas
Mar. 18th, 2009 | 09:51 am
It gets me really excited when I wear matching pjs, I dunno. It's one of those mundanely normal everyday things that basically everyone else does, but I never do. So when I do it's like 'Ha, look at me.' Sort of like when I pay for something by card, or talk to someone about 'the recession'. The whole time in my head I'm like 'hahaha, I'm such a ... person. Doing people things.' I can't really describe it.
Anyway, hello two new friends! haha, livejournal keeps telling me I only have 2 friends [EDIT: 3!], which is nice of them to keep reminding me. I assure you offline I have more then two. At leeeeast 3. Erm, about myself: I'm Jayne, I'm 18 years old and I'm in my 3rd year of college, but because I'm so indecisive and ridiculous I've changed my mind about 1203781847 times so I still have another year after this. I'm studying art, philosophy and english at the moment, but since I started college I've tried my hand at health care, social care, psychology, religious studies, history and sociology too. <--- My academic history pretty much acts as a metaphor for my life, ridiiiiculously jumbled and a mish mash of tried and failed endeavours, but also kind of fun.
I've also got three younger brothers, and older sister, three nephews, a niece, a mum and a cat. My cat could hardly be called a cat, though. She's two years old and still kitten-sized except for her ears and whiskers which are normal cat-sized, she has no balance, she hates to be picked up and she sniffs about the house, audibly, like a dog. Eris. I love her though. Same way I love the rest of my family. Well I probably love my family more, but... <--- sorry, you'll get a lot of that. Tangents. I go off on them.
Anywho, college. Pictures later? Yes.
Anyway, hello two new friends! haha, livejournal keeps telling me I only have 2 friends [EDIT: 3!], which is nice of them to keep reminding me. I assure you offline I have more then two. At leeeeast 3. Erm, about myself: I'm Jayne, I'm 18 years old and I'm in my 3rd year of college, but because I'm so indecisive and ridiculous I've changed my mind about 1203781847 times so I still have another year after this. I'm studying art, philosophy and english at the moment, but since I started college I've tried my hand at health care, social care, psychology, religious studies, history and sociology too. <--- My academic history pretty much acts as a metaphor for my life, ridiiiiculously jumbled and a mish mash of tried and failed endeavours, but also kind of fun.
I've also got three younger brothers, and older sister, three nephews, a niece, a mum and a cat. My cat could hardly be called a cat, though. She's two years old and still kitten-sized except for her ears and whiskers which are normal cat-sized, she has no balance, she hates to be picked up and she sniffs about the house, audibly, like a dog. Eris. I love her though. Same way I love the rest of my family. Well I probably love my family more, but... <--- sorry, you'll get a lot of that. Tangents. I go off on them.
Anywho, college. Pictures later? Yes.
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First Entry, First thoughts.
Mar. 16th, 2009 | 03:36 pm
mood: 
nauseated
music: a distinct ringing in my ears.
My first thought this morning: 'Oww, my legs.'
My first thought when I opened my eyes and looked down: 'Wha... what is .. what the hell does 'ylfrad' mean? And... and why is it on my boob?' (eventually determined that this was an imprint left from the stamp on my hand from the 'barfly').
My first intelligent thought in days: Alcohol. Is. Bad.
My first thought when I opened my eyes and looked down: 'Wha... what is .. what the hell does 'ylfrad' mean? And... and why is it on my boob?' (eventually determined that this was an imprint left from the stamp on my hand from the 'barfly').
My first intelligent thought in days: Alcohol. Is. Bad.