delga | { I wanted to expound on my karmic yays. }

Oh my god, guys, let's talk about how awesome the past couple of days have been. KARMIC RETURN, obviously.

Firstly, let's note that a heap of my mental Issues could easily be resolved by being able to recognise my (admittedly screwy) hormonal cycles. Often when I am all DIE, LIFE, DIE/WHY SO CRANKSOME??? it's actually because my temperature is up and I'm too stupid to realise it. So. Yeah. Now onto actually awesomeness.

I totally handed in the single largest piece of work I have ever written. Admittedly I've written bullshit that's longer but yay for the larger accomplishments. I'm ignoring the fact that some of it is bollocks because really? It's done. And what's done can't be undone. And yeh, I'm totally bringing the zen with me right now.

On the way to handing in this Epic Milestone, I saw a UNICYCLIST. This guy, or so I'm told, unicycles as a mode of transport. Or, as I saw it, cycles around holding his crotch. It was SURREAL.

On the same day, I also re-encountered the skinny pink woman with the blue dog. Wait. HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THIS? OH MY GOD. So. There is this tall skinny woman who always - ALWAYS - wears pink. And she has this MASSIVE flat sunhat (like, sombrero-sized massive) which I personally think she rocks (I believe that this woman is one of those crazy people with too much money). And she has a bright blue Great Dane-like beast of a dog. BLUE. And they walk around in this vibrant colour scheme! Everywhere! MADNESS. So, yeah, I saw her. AGAIN.

Generally it's just been ace weather-wise. So sunny and lovely. I've been waking up early and enjoying it all. Today I wore a skirt for the first time in three years. And by that I mean, I wore it out all day without tights. That's right mofos, I BARED MY LEGS. Scars and all. I'm like, fuck it. I feel GOOD. The world can be offended by my survivor-like skin.

(CURRENTLY, oh my god, currently The Flatmate is telling me this absolutely MARVELLOUS story abut how she thought our house was being invaded by ADIPOSE earlier today. Guys, this is REALLY MY LIFE. I live with people who believe in ADIPOSE. SMASHING. Admittedly, she did try to say the word a few times, but only managed "apisodes". Which. I don't know what that is. But really, she's too special for me to care.)

Back to Tuesday - T hung out her laundry whilst we both rocked out to some Sheryl Crow. The Flatmate and I bought tickets to go and see a production of A Streetcar Named Desire (colour me psyched) then joyfully pediconferenced it to the subsidiary campus where, during her two-hour class, I basked in the daylight, read a book, and got totally brain-bleached. Then she did the same for an hour whilst I had a class on the David Lynch film. I felt SO STONED. That class was HILARIOUS.

Tuesday night we watched Enigma and I drank too much Lambrini. Niiiiice.

Wednesday I went to Pw. and bought REAL FOOD. And the weather continued to be the smashingest it's been in a while. In the evening I underwent some bullshit, but I'm going to ignore that part for the part where I finished the Lambrini and watched SVU with T.

Today has also been profoundly - PROFOUNDLY - beautiful. The Flatmate and I pruned this dumbass bush and swept away a lot of gross leaves. I know this doesn't sound magical but we were loling it up hardcore. Then I languished to my ridiculous four-hour arse of a class (those two words have to rhyme for you to understand my tone) and afterwards I lollygagged it back to the house in the wonderful sunshine, listening to Rilo Kiley and be-bopping it down the street. Decided that as the day was BRILL that I'd just keep walking up and down the street - which is what The Flatmate and I proceeded to do. We tried to get into the backyard via the back gate but it was locked unfortunately. We also made the decision that we're going to see panto in Aberdeen in December, and that she's totally coming local for the birthday shenans that I have been quietly planning (it involves A CAR and THE BEACH. YAY YAY YAY). We've been talking about the Aberdeen thing for ages, but we're totally doing that now.

Then we hung out in the garden and got brain bleached some more. I wish I could convey to you the total BATSHIT nature of our conversations. Often we're just silly but sometimes... I feel a little bad for her because that email I sent her about my draft-saving scare? Yeah, sometimes I realise that I do actually talk like that a lot. I'M EXCITABLE. SO SUE ME.

I'm reading this and I realise that I haven't actually done anything EPIC. But I did laundry and I've picked up some library books for the 3k essay that's due Monday (so: am feeling productive) and tomorrow I'm picking The Flatmate up after class and we're going to walk back to the house and take pictures of the campus on the way. OH MY. I didn't tell you about how AMAZING campus is right now. We have quite a picturesque campus with green bits and a stream and what have you, and every one was out there today, eating, talking, feeling good. I basically floated through all the happy people, with my own private soundtrack. I feel JAZZED. And for someone with untameable hair, a slightly overweight physique and serious will-not-fuck-off eczema/acne scars, I looked gorgeous today. That's right, I said it. That's my ego break dancing over there. COME JOIN IN.

I'm not saying that I'm not feeling like shit because my ovaries are trying to claw out of my body, or that the class today didn't nearly end me (no, really), or that I didn't get the most ridiculous phone call last night from someone who shouldn't even be talking to me. I'm not saying that my foot didn't randomly swell up like a mango, or that my skin is even contemplating behaving. It's just that I feel kind of shiny. Like someone was all: here, ride the wheel up this time. Anyway. I just wanted to tell you that campus was super pretty today and then this post happened. This isn't an IN YER FACE post. It's just: MY YAYS, LET ME SHOW YOU.

Coming up, yays to share for y'all. Because. Well. You all put up with my shit. And a lot of you comment saying nice things and/or indulging my idiocy. And some of you email me and shake your proverbial pompoms until I stop trying to hurt myself. And some of you just make e laugh or smile or nod my head vigorously, and that's very cool of you. So, yeah. Some pompom returns soon.