I am sat here scoffing toast about to go brush my teeth and plonk make up on ( hide smooch marks that are all over my neck lol) and fuck off out the door to uni, major presentation today which will go towards one of my papers. I stayed up till midnight doing it. More for another papaer to get done tonight. We have two weeks ‘study break’  as of end of this week so basically they are lumping us with assignments this week so we won’t actually be having a holiday lol. I’m off to a lecture now to get my next brief.

Then am off to do a couple of hours work this afternoon then home to spend a few more hours working on another paper. Lately it’s been eat, sleep & study and that’s it. But I’m happy because I am doing something I love and the things I am learning right now I am absorbing like a sponge. It’s been a fantastic challenge for me and I’m excelling at it. Even to the point of my tutor being thrilled with the results of the latest assignments and what I have come out with, I seem to be doing things at a different level than most in a good way and the encouragement I am gaining to push myself more has been awesome.

I’m looking forward to the upcoming Easter weekend, catching up on a few blogs, hopefully writing a bit of smut and gracing you guys with a couple of fun reviews.

Oh yeahs and a couple of wickedly deviant bruise pictures. I am happily poking them and squeeing atm, yup fucked up little chicken I am hehe.

I shall share later today or tomorrow when I get a chance to sit at the comp for longer than 20 minutes

xxx

Heh here’s something I found amusing …

*blinks*

Oh my I have been slack haven’t I? I had a hellishly busy weekend, cooking for six lovely people who in return after me feeding them gave me some delicious bruises to sport about this week. It means everytime I move or bump into something a name pops into my head.

“Ouch’ .. grrr that was so and so. ‘Owwww fuck’ … hehe and that one was from ….

The bad thing is I partook in the consumation of a little Absinthe and I don’t remember feck all. Well actually the Absinthe was delicious heh, the not remembering it not a normal thing for me at all. I woke up on the Sunday morning wondering what the hell was wrong with me and why I hurt everytime I moved. Then I woke up properly.

And then I got “You might not want to look in the mirror …”

I looked. Aaaaarggghhh lol.

Two big love chomps on either side of my neck. Not hideable, even with oodles of foundation this morning to hide them for uni I had to walk around with my hair pulled around my neck. I haven’t had any of those damn things in years LOL. A rather large evil bruise on my hip from an ‘iceberg shot’ even a light touch hurts good. A bite mark on the top of each shoulder. And various bruises all down my legs and under my arm. Heh dammit and I bloody don’t remember any of it, I was happy drunk lol. I haven’t been like that in ages. The dinner was great and wines and then a moorish dessert and lots of laughs and silliness ensued.

The Sunday night off to a Fetish Fair to watch some performers, tribal bellydancers that were cool and some interesting fire play to watch as well. Then home to work till 1am this morning and up at 6am and off to uni. I have assignments due this week, important ones so I have been focused on that and tried to have a bit of a weekend which didn’t involve my head immersed in art gear and books. It’s been a good month since I let my hair down and just relaxed.

So basically I am fucking tired as I don’t think I’ve been to bed before midnight all of this past week. Guess where I am off to now…

Art History is fascinating stuff you know. Today I learnt something quite amusing. Back in the days of ‘ye old’ about the 1500′s I think it was (I’m too pooped to lean over and check my notes) the sewer system in cities wasn’t that great. Actually it was fucking gross but back then it was normal … the sewer system ran down the middle of the street. So at night when people were all curled up in the beds and needed to go for a pee or a poop they would use their chamber pots.

In the morning they would open their windows and biff the contents out the window into the sewer that ran down the middle of the street. Now back in those days they had these weird shoe like looking things called ‘patterns’. They would wear these over top of their good shoes because they literally didn’t want to stand in poop and wreck their shoes. On an off note when it was snowing and various other ‘shit’ was on the ground these shoes would leave patterns and that is the origin of ‘pattern making’.

Anyways back to the shit flying out of windows … the tutor asked today if anyone knew about the gentleman always walking beside his lady on the side closest to the roadside. It wasn’t to protect her from dangerous vehicles as one may think today or any reason other than to protect her from flying poop and pee. In essence the guy did the gentlemanly thing and risked walking nearest the road to sheild any incoming shit.

So when your dearest walks beside you on the sidewalk it’s not because he’s protecting you from imminent danger, as much as he’d like to think he’s doing something that is an age old habit.

Protecting you from flying shit. Isn’t that gentlemanly