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I am going to write in here, because I have not yet this month, and I daresay if I don't now I never will, and November will be over with no lj entry for me to look back on and shake my head at. If I still don't have a life in the future. Chances are I won't. Well, yeah, so, Target called today. I KNOW, they actually called. Yeah, yeah, they did, and they left a message on the machine, and I have to pick up my badge and my shirt and... that's it, and I'll do that on Thursday (hopefully Thursday is as good this week as last week, *SCREECHlibrarysessionwithangusinvolvinghimunzippinghispantsandfullmarksonmish'sstorywhichiwrote*SCREECH*) then I actually have a shift on Saturday from 1-5. Ok, so I should be happy about that, but... TILLY AND I WERE GOING TO LUNCH AND MOVIE ON SATURDAY! Now they have forced me to message her and postpone it til the next weekend. What's with me being busy? It's so unlike me. I had the busiest weekend. I scored new trakkies (Merrin would be proud), a cardy which is short but so forkin' awesome, a book, a polaroid camera, complete with fold-in flash, and 2 DVDs. Yarrrrr, I be happy with my purchases. Apart from the bit where I don't know where all the money came from... well, apart from the money Mish lent me, but Mum owes me $40 so I'm in the clear there. I also had to lend her money so I could buy coffee today. Yes, I am that addicted that I forced her to drive me to Woolies so we could buy coffee out of my money, since she has none. I was actually going to walk there to get it until she felt sorry for me.
What has happened as of late? Huh... I have gone completely insane, I suppose, is worth a mention. I talk to people in my head. Yep. People keep saying stuff about my hair. I guess that's because I look(ed) like a fire truck. REEEE-ORRRRR! For a while there, Matty was calling me fire truck because I said I look like one. Maybe he still is? I dunno, I kind of look like a sunset now. Maybe that is why James said I was pretty like watercolour today. All I have to do is write up a voucher (stupid little Bampton and his "Bla bla bla, you have to pay $5 to pat James" and putting ideas in his head) and I can pat James to my heart's content. He is still teasing me with the threat to cut his hair to ID photo length. *writhes in pain* What a cruel boy. Nick sent me an amusing message from about a metre away on the bus today, which I wasn't expecting. The sly dog! Here's a hint: it contained the word "immature". Unexpected, no? Ali is asking me to give her a story, so I have given her the story I gave Mish. Darlington and Alevizos don't associate too well, do they? How fucked would we all be if they did? Ahhh well, I haven't actually submitted it myself at all, so only Mish and Ali would be in trouble. *smirk*