Maria's face

Ultimate face spammage.

The other day, I had another extremely crappy day.

For weeks now, I've been doing an exhausting routine of uni, then work, then back to uni for group work OR work, uni, then group work. Tragic, I know. For consecutive days, I'd leave home at 7am and get home at about 12am.

On Monday, our group was finishing off our advertising assignment and it was late at night. By that stage, I was pretty much deliriousssss. Exhibit A: Alex and I running down the uni corridors screaming, then proceeding to collapse onto the couches. Exhibit B: Hien and Alex trying to put their legs above their heads. The Mac comp lab became our temporary home. Eventually, we finished the darn thing, cried in joy, and all rushed home. I was at the station and saw that my train was coming in 2 minutes, so raaaan. Thankfully got on in time and just fell asleep.

But the next thing you know, I had woken up in the middle of nowhere...There's a train guard standing in front of me, telling me the train had terminated and I had to get off. A CityRail bus was parked outside to take passengers to the continuing stops. BUT OBVIOUSLY, because I was on the wrong train to begin with, the bus was no use to me at all. It was about 12:30am and trains weren't operating anymore, so I couldn't catch anything back into the city either...FAIL.

I don't think I had ever felt such a mix of shoddy emotions in my life. Practically at breaking point, called a cab. Waited for said cab. Cab took me home. $80 taxi ride.

I am an idiot and that is all.

Sorry I've been out of it lately. I can not wait for this semester to end - I think I'll just collapse once it's all over.

On another note, happy 21st Tiffany!