My sleeping pattern is so fucked.

These afternoon naps are doing me no good. Last night I tossed and turned so much, I actually prayed and asked God to make me tired and help me fall asleep.

I'm annoyed because I looked at the uni timetables, and Anthropology and French are on at the same time. Grr. I really wanted to do both in my first semester :( I'm also annoyed at the moment because I think I jammed a cotton bud too far in my right ear this morning.. and each time I burp, it fucking hurts.

Yesterday was Australia Day. My family and I watch the fireworks at Parramatta Park every year. The fireworks didn't start until 10pm, but my parents insisted we go early to get a good spot. We got there at 9pm (I know WTF), and just sat, listened to Spiderbait (they played an hour-long set) and applied Aerogard for a while. Turns out, we pretty much had the best spot without being too close. Fireworks went on for a while, and were louder than I thought. I think being shot would be a bit quieter. The place ended up really smoky and smelled pretty bad too. Like 100 people farted at the same time. Not that I've been around to witness such an olfactory disaster. But you know.

I hate the damn Superwall application on facebook. I was checking out my friend Karen's profile and someone had posted a gross picture of a boob. It came with a warning to wash newly bought bras before wearing them. It was obviously photoshopped by some sad idiot wanting to scare women, but I still can't get that image out of my mind. All those holes in that boob.. looked like a freaky game of Whac-A-Mole.