A cranimation (Crap+animation) that I did at three a.m. because- because.
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A cranimation (Crap+animation) that I did at three a.m. because- because.
When crappiness beats strategy: READY - FIRE - AIM!
Yay crap week
This weekend, the Saukerl is on DofE and I've found myself with a massive whole to fill now that time sink is away (sorry Saukerl!), so I've ended up attempting to download three games, writing my essay, sat in bed because I couldnt motivate myself to get out and played "Don't Starve' for many hours in between reading. Fyi, it sounds more productive than it was. In other news, I've just finished my two weeks work experience (At Freshfields and Addenbrookes) which were both amazing although the train down to London on the first week was tiring. On the last day, my mother kept insisting that I didn't to be there and told everyone it was because I was bored whereas in reality it was because I'd got to the crappy stage where you literally have to be ripped out of bed so you look like a zombie all day because you haven't got the energy to continue living. I told her that in a nutshell and she was surprisingly nice about it however assumed it was a one off whereas it really REALLY wasn't. Oh well I'll just continue as I was, feeling like shit and not getting any help yay ;-; At least I can talk again. Oh we were meant to have some massive thunder storms but neither of them came to much. Wow my stomach is making noises like I've eaten ten curries (not that i like them that much) whereas in reality it's quite the opposite.
So...
Spent all morning prepping my hair and formal dress for a big charity event.
Then ripped my dress zipper in less than an hour before the event.
No back up outfits because I'm too broke and have a hard time finding clothes to fit my body.
Mom, despite being hundreds of miles away, manages to make me feel lousy about my body image.
...
But then...
My SO gave me a hug and is taking me out to a casual dinner and a movie to make up for us missing the event/general day crappiness.
:)
Night Terrors || Marian and Jim
It had gotten to that stage again. Jim was positively out on his feet, exhausted beyond belief. This would happen every so often, considering he didn’t sleep much normally. A couple of hours a night was as much as he’d ever needed, but every now and then it would catch up with him. All day he’d been completely out of it, his head all over the place. But he couldn’t sleep. Not yet, at least. The past week had been horrific for him. It seemed just about everything that could possibly trigger him had been thrown in his path in the past few days, every little scene, situation, scream or even a mindset of some doctor, had been niggling away at his head. He’d never admit it, but he was scared of what he’d see once he closed his eyes. Jim hadn’t gotten any sleep in the past three days, he’d been forcing himself awake, but now he seemed at the end of his tether.
It wasn’t long before Marian came round, saw the dire state he was in and ordered him to bed. He gave weak retorts, claiming he was fine, he could rest the next day, that there was stuff to be done but she all but dragged him to the bedroom, shutting him in there. In he end he gave up, sprawling out over the bed, still wearing his jeans and t shirt. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, practically comatose. He didn’t even notice anyone coming in.
Sometimes when I see a crappy post on tumblr I feel bad and give it a like. Then I unlike it so the note count reads 0 on my screen.
Hello! And I'm sorry
so I just want to say that I'm sorry I post some things about how I feel sometimes. And usually it means I'm feeling pretty low/crappy/shitty. I'm sorry if it bothers you or makes you uncomfortable but I'll stop now. It's just that it feels good to write it all out and put it out there. I can't do that on twitter because I don't want people I know knowing about how I feel. So once again, I'm sorry.