stone the crows

sort of avoiding my thesis introduction. tra. la.la.

and I don't know why I'm stressing solely on the intro today, when you know things like methodsresultsdiscussionFUCKEN'REFERENCESetcetc are non-existent.

don't panic, don't panic!


right. intro? yeah. really ought to. this of course means that I must look up collagen scaffolds and fucken' inflammatory mediator scaffolds because I accidentally lost a few of my earlier references. nonces. o hai pubmed. yeah. think will go there. athens gateway so cumbersome. at least I still have demirag! oooh demirag. what a dude. without him no one would ever have come up with my project. what a twat. why did he bother. ruining my day.

and on that note...

went to primark (oh horrors) and bought that luella bartley rip off dress that EVERYONE has. But they didn't have the denim dress in my size, so it's allowed. surely. haha.

er yeah so thesis obviously didn't go to well, eh? not when you find yourself in primark of an afternoon...

might have to start taking photos of outfits a la thehighstreet - not that I lurk around judging other people's outfits, or anything. tralalala. of course not. it's damn fun, that community. ah well.

also got a belt, so my jeans hopefully won't fall down at dpt tomorrow. UNLESS I WANT THEM TO arrrrhaaahhahahaha. urgh. excuse me. ahem. I have informed my fellow dpt fan that we will be sniffing out an after party and finding gary to give him some love. also getting quite girlish urges to touch the pornstache, like bob fossil and brainbridge. I think didz would enjoy that. I mean, why grow it if you don't want fangirls to touch it? er. there is logic in there. there is. man.

also can't wait to see how tight carlos' trousers will be. almost going to be the best part of the night. I really enjoy that when I came back to stalking carl on the internet (let's be honest about it) he really hadn't aged at all (STOP STEALING FROM DORIAN GRAY CARL), but his trousers were about 3 sizes smaller than they used to be. hahaahahah. what a dude. (what a woman)

anyway. I'll have a camera. I've been ought buying spare batteries. I'm going to wear sensible shoes and fight my way to the front. If that fails, I have a tall friend. Thus. You knows it. There will be photos. and if I can remember how photobucket works, they'll be on here faster than you can say "oh christ. oh god. why am i still wearing my shoes. where are my clothes. my head hurts. i need water. is it afternoon already? have I missed fraiser?"

For now, still having a fight with demirag and his shitty animal models. poor fucken' bunnies. research blows sometimes.