Speaking of cartwheels...

...I sooo want to do multiple cartwheels at the moment. Seriously. I'm currently at the uni computer pools because this morning I came over to Magill Campus to grab pens, paper and a folder ,which I'm running out of at home, just because they're heaps cheaper at UniBooks and I thought, why not stay and use the internet since I still have heaps of quota left for this study year.

After sitting for hours and hours, I just want to do a cartwheel afterwards. Or anything that requires leaving the computer station. Like fifteen minutes ago I bought a snack bar down at the caf just so I can stand and walk around, but you see, Magill Campus (or any university campus for that matter) isn't exactly hustling and bustling with people and sights to see especially now that it's winter break.

See, I have no problems with sitting whatsoever. I'm just,well, sick of sitting at the moment. When I love the outfit I'm wearing for the day, I just want to walk and strut where people can see what I'm wearing. I could do the 'streetwalk' forever if I could (the commuter's version of a catwalk and runway ;P). Because people just won't see the details of your outfit fabulocity if you just sit. So much for sitting at uni making full use of the free internet services. I might just head to Rundle Mall or Norwood after this to strut my thang LOL

Imagine if I get stuck with a lousy office job after I graduate (which is only a year and a half away).

Imagine me sitting at a desk from 9 to 5 in front of a computer writing for all I'm worth as a JOB.

Now, I wonder, what if I'm working a la Andrea Sachs for Miranda Priestly? That would be absolutely cut-throat fabulous! Plus I'd be walking all day. In Chanel boots. I want to be out and about running errands, booking flights, ordering steaks, picking up Gucci shirts, gathering Hermes scarves for a shoot, that kinda stuff. Nevermind Priestly's snottiness. I can such that up. I want an errand AND writing/editing job, please!

That's a wrap for now.

*note* I feel so Charlie's Angels slash femme fatale at the moment. I'm doing stuff at speeds. Just like writing this post, checking my facebook, reading people's blogs etc. That's because I'm sitting with my back facing the door of the computer pool (where heaps of people walk in and out) and I get paranoid that they are staring over my shoulder checking out what I'm doing because it sure as hell doesn't seem like I'm at uni for research or anything haha it was so packed when I came in this morning that this was the only computer left. I should have moved when people left but I just couldn't be fucked to log out and log into another computer.

I feel like a thief just doing this.

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