Trying to connect the dots?

IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE I LAST BLOGGED.. give or take a couple of years.

Even blogger wouldn't let me sign in because they didn't recognise my password. OR because I couldn't remember my password.. but HEY SAME THING.

I was going to blog about what happened on Friday but I forgot already.
WAIT NO I REMEMBER.
OKAY SO HERE WE GO.

It's funny how the world works.
Things happen.
Whether it happens for a good cause or a bad cause, is identifiable to the individuals themselves but nonetheless, it still means it happens for a reason.
On Thursday night/Friday morning, I was doing my enrollment for uni next year and because I'm awesome etcetcblarlablarjhudsaeroplanesinthenightskyhayleywilliamsredheadetc I was enrolling at 1AM in the morning. That's just how you're supposed to do it.
But anyway, my course is gay and I really want more of those Lindt chocolates my mum insistently keeps on hiding from me. ITS NOT FAIR. I think I deserve just as much chocolate as the next person, possibly even MOAR because chocolate does wonders to young brains as it provides glucose which assists in the firing of neurotransmitters to other neurons, which allows for faster synaptic messages, WHICH MEANS I WILL HAVE THE REACTION TIME EQUIVALENT TO BATMAN.

So by 3AM, I was still doing my enrollment, looking at all the possible choices I could do for my course.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, my door is slammed open, inducing a thunderous cacophany of terribadterror to herniate throughout my barely awake system. I probably had a heart attack for a couple of milliseconds.
Turning around to *much* surprise to see my mum standing in the doorway with eyes of "I will kill you" and a facial expression what will probably scare you to Hell if you had a glance.
So here's how the situation played out :D
*entertaining music cues*

Mum: WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP SO LATE? GO TO SLEEP NOW. I'M TURNING OFF THE INTERNET *FSDNFJSHFSIUHFIU MORE INCOHERENT JIBBAJABBATHEHUT*
Me: I'm doing my course enrollment, DON'T TURN IT OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!
Mum: *face that was once glowering with superfluous rage falls* ...I already turned it off...
Me: WHAT WHAT WHATHAWHWAHTHAHWAHTAWHTHAWHT WHY WHAT WHAT WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!> WHY WOULD YOU TURN IT OFFF MUM FSUIFHUISFHSIU?!?!?! *more incoherent jibbajabbathehut*
Mum: *realises what she's done, goes back and turns it back on* .... *face resumes original ragey expression* DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? ITS 3AM AND YOU'RE STILL UP. DO IT TOMORROW, FINISH THE THING YOU'RE ON NOW AND JUST DO THE REST TOMORROW. * more incoherent rage rfaejfrehruaeh i hate you amanda you're not human you're inhuman who's still awake at this time of night i don't like your feet rageragerage* DO IT TOMROROW.

It was an interesting little conversation indeed. In spite of my mother's advice, I finished enrollment and got to sleep by 4.
When I woke up the next day though, I found out that the Internet wasn't working because the guy who was supposed to give us our new modem for Internet came to our door but nobody answered it. Which would mean that, the next time he'd come (Monday) would be the next time I'd have net. AND MONDAY WAS THE DAY THAT ENROLLMENT CLOSES BEETCHES. Wait. Monday is today. YEAH. MONDAY. CLOSE. ENROLLMENT. . . BEETCH.
Luckily I did it the night before, or I wouldn't have enrolled in uni on time and have to pay a late enrollment fee of a bazzillion dollarss and the world would have collapsed within itself, leaving the remnants of those hidden delectable Lindt chocolates to become virtually untraceable. :(

BAI.