Plans, Plans, Plans.

Hello angel friends, it has been a while. Today has been very exciting and eventful and now it's like 3am and I'm exhausted, sitting on the couch watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and idk what's going on but I keep thinking it's Scooby Doo and then getting really confused. I should go to bed, but I really don't feel like it so now is as good a time as ever to fang some dandy wisdom on the old blog.

Uni has now finished for the year, which is grand. I have a bunch of essays and creative writing assignments to do still but that's all gucci, not due for another week and a bit so we got time. That being said, I will still do them all the night before (if not after) they're due because that is a habit I have still neither managed nor tried to break, but yolo amirite. Speaking of yolo, the new Chris Lilley show about Ja'mie is possibly the best thing I have ever seen. It is so terrifyingly accurate, to the point where three of the six main girls literally went to my school. The resemblance makes me proud even though it really shouldn't but it does. It really does. God bless you Ja'mie, you glorious douchebag.

I am so out of practice at blogging this is so weird. My mental state has changed a lot since the last time I wrote anything as well, there have been so many dramas that I won't go into and I have apparently developed some kind of anxiety which is a hoot and a half but all seems to be calming down on that front at the moment, so fingers crossed we get back to not caring about anything ever as soon as possible.

Since I've been uncharacteristically tightly wound lately and uni finished this week, I decided to chill the fuck out and not to do much this weekend. I have a bunch of magazines that I haven't read and shows I wanted to catch up on, plus about four videos I still need to edit, so I gathered my supplies and set up camp in the living room on account of that is where the fireplace is and I felt like that was a necessary novelty for the occasion. I get UK Glamour on my ipad every month but then I went to that magazine store in the city that has bulk foreign shit and I was like ehhhh and bought it anyway. Which was not the most fiscally responsible decision but it's really satisfying having the actual magazine in case I want to rip shit out or summin idk man don't tell me how to live my life.

Speaking of the UK, the exciting component of today is that we have now officially decided that I shall be going over to see Patrick in just over two weeks. And I am so. so. pumped. We wouldn't be seeing each other otherwise until after Christmas and I'm like I can do that but I don't want to. So yes. In like 2 and a bit weeks I will be popping over to ye olde motherland for a few weeks and it will be grand.

I refer to so many countries as the motherland depending on when it's convenient. Like Australia, the US, Hungary, should it take my fancy. Howevz when I refer to England as the motherland I do so because it has owned pretty much everybody else. The queen is on our money. It is the motherland. Ps I'm so keen for the royal baby to grow up so I can stalk it more. Right now it's in that chubby baby phase where it just looks like all the other chubby babies like slightly inconvenienced, grumpy and confused, and I'm pumped for when it grows an actual people face. My singing teacher's daughter had a baby and it already has a tiny real people face and does the weariest facial expressions and it is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life.

How kawaii are my panda socks guys. I also have ones that connect to make a wiener dog saying 'bonjour' but today I went for the oriental option, which ended up being quite fitting given my cuisine of choice. No one else was home in time for dinner and we have no food in the house for literally the only time ever so I was like imma go out and get some provisions at 7/11, but then I didn't so much end up getting provisions as many chocolate themed snacks, a magazine and a slurpee. This left me with a dilemma I often face, by the name of What Do I Want To Order, and Why Doesn't Any One Place Sell Pad Thai, Chips And Also Caesar Salad And Possibly Sushi. Tonight's conclusion was that I would fancy a lil bit of honey chicken and possibly some noodles so that is what this resourceful adult procured. And it was most wondrous. There are so many leftovers I am going to party all over again tomorrow. Or today. I do not know if I will sleep. ADVENTURE.

I really want to get back into blogging more, especially since I'm free til March now and have several glorious adventures planned for the coming months. I have been contemplating doing a video every day in November on my second channel but I'm not 100% sure on that yet. Hefty commitment for one as lazy as the Madz0r. Now it's almost 4 and I'm just sitting here watching Charmed, thinking about how ridiculous it is, but also about how I could literally finish all my uni assignments right now if I wanted to. Or finish editing all my videos. Or about fifty other productive things from which I would probably benefit to a considerable extent. But I won't. Such is life. Goodbye, friends. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but it will probably not take me four months to return this time. Probably. X0 BLESS YA.

Oi P.S. Alyssa Milano's pixie cut in that one season of Charmed, it's like no honey. No.
P.P.S. I have realised that all Port Jackson sharks look like they really want broccoli all the time.