In a world of phrenical Star Stuff

Like two hours ago I saw Matthew onto the skybus (airport bus here).

And now I am sad and want cuddles ;_; This has been the best week of my entire life, I think, but I really really wish it wasn’t over.

But Ihave one of this tshirts and a plushie from luna park and a Timey-rat and fudge.

so I think I’m going to watch silly movies and curl into a ball and maybe cry a teeny bit. 

Back at home for tonight then back to hotel for a couple more nights.

Basically my parents don’t want me away for a week straight.

I miss Matthew. I. ach.

But these past few days have been amazing. I just.. wow. amazing.

Weve been having tastey food and I showed him around Melbourne and it was amazing.

And tomorrow we’re going to a bar then to luna park at night.

Matthew is like, boarding a plane. In Sydney. Holy crap.

I mean, it was delayed, but yeah. He’ll be in Melbourne at about 12:50.

Holy fucking shit?

So I’ll be meeting him at like.. two or something? Yeah. This is really really surreal.

RIP, have you Timey left?

Yeah. He seems quite confused about the matter.

So he is eating. 

My darling Wimey just passed on… I’m glad it was quick.. He was fine yesterday and this morning.. Middayish he starteed looking dull, blood in urine.. And he just had a mini seizure and died… I think it might have been some form of organ failure..

I kind of expected it as he was getting on in age… and was slowing down and so on… But still.

I’m not sure what to do. 

I’ve written half of what I wanted to say, but I’ve written 440 words out of 500. ARGH.

STUPID WORDS. 

I hate word limits.

basically, for one of my subjects, we have to write a “game critique” on any game, digital or analogue or whatever. By critique I mean analysis, for example, I’m going to write on either the corruption of society reflected by the corruption of sanity in American McGee’s Alice, or on the lack of knowledge of plot in the game, without the book of notes that came with it. So it’s like, literatureish.

However, it is limited to 500 words.

500.

I could write 2000. But no, 500. If we write more then 540-550, we start losing marks.

*rage*

RANT TIME.

someone in my uni was smoking and a girl I know was giving him shit so I was like “i have far more destructive habits then that, smoking is not the worst thing you could do to relieve stress”

And she was pissy and all “no its the worse things ever if you get stressed you can just eat or bite your nails or something”

… It frustrated the fuck out of me because smoking would probably be better and more consistent than cutting oneself, and not quite as shamed by the general public. 

/end rant.

TRIGGERY STUFF FOR CUTTING? YEAH?

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Anxiety is terrible. I went from being content, talkative, etc to being a panicy mess.

No panic attacks happened though, I calmed down.

I’m probably going to remain silent for the remainder of the class though. Ach.

I should really see somebody about this but.. yeah.

God damn fucking fear.

Interactive Games Structures is a silly thing.
Yeah.
The classes are nearly the same every time, but the tutor is funny. He is nice.

Also we have lots of chocolate so my sugar filled high is being extended :D

But seriously, the word play is starting to look/sound really, really weird. Thats like our entire topic. Play. WEIRD.